🎃 |Zack Paterson & Fred Porlock| Sweater weather & Do you believe in ghosts?

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A/N: Apologies for the long delay, I became a whole lot busier with school since we had practicum for the past three months :')

Requested By: williamswifuuu

Tag/s: Romantic (Paterson), Platonic (Fred), Fluff Ending, Deep Meaning(?) IDK

Warning/s: Death, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Profanity

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name


2nd Person's POV

"Mx. (Y/N),"

"Yeah?"

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

You straightened your posture as you looked at Fred, confused at the sudden question.

"...Kind of concerning how you're asking me that when I'm about to leave," you chuckled as you put on your coat.

"If I'm being honest... Not really... Or at least I hope they don't exist considering our job," you dryly chuckled as you grabbed your basket, opening the door.

"Why do you ask?" you questioned as you looked back at him.

"...Just a thought..." he mumbled, turning away as he rubbed his arm.

You raised a brow at his answer but shrugged your shoulders.

"If you say so," you smiled as you put on your shoes, "I'll be back in a couple of hours,"

"Right... Be careful. It's quite cold today," he reminded you as he saw you off waving goodbye.

"You're telling me..." you chuckled, stretching your neck and shoulders as the cold wind kept making you shiver.

"I'll be back before dinner!" you waved goodbye as you headed off.

Fred bit his lip as his eyes focused on the shadowy figure on your back, clinging to you.


"I wonder what's gotten into that boy..." you muttered, fixing your bouquet as you continued walking.

"Hope you didn't wait long," you smiled as you opened the cemetery's gate, greeting your ex-husband's gravestone.

You replaced the old flowers with new ones, laying your coat on the grass and sitting down.

"William sent out on a new mission, and I had to go to London for a few weeks. Hope you didn't miss me much," you chuckled as you laid out your drink, pouring yourself a cup.

"Anyway, you wouldn't believe this, but..."


Your head started to sway as you tried to keep sitting up, the alcohol hitting you hard as you fell back.

"I thought I would find you here," a new voice greeted as a shadow loomed over you, making you open your eyes.

"Paterson..." you muttered, seeing the man looking at you.

"You're going to catch a cold," he sighed, giving you a sweater.

"Thanks..." you smiled as you sat up, "What brings you here?" you muttered, putting on the sweater.

"The others were wondering if you were okay," he answered, sitting beside you.

"Is that so?" you chuckled, looking down at the sweater.

"...Are you okay?" Paterson gently asked, making you chuckle.

"Honestly? I'm not sure myself..." you sighed, looking straight at your ex-husband's gravestone.


You two sat in silence as the wind continued to blow.

"...Are you going to stay here the whole time?"

"You look like you could use the company," he replied, making you breathe out a smile.

"My husband... was not a good man..." you started, making Paterson look at you.

"I was only fifteen when he brought me to that godforsaken house... He was jealous and would accuse me of infidelity at every chance he got," you tightened your jaw, memories flooding back in.

"The nights when he was drunk were the worst of it..." you sadly laughed, remembering the bruises and scars it left you.

"And when he died... All I felt was relief," you breathed out, resting your hand over your face.

"I thought I was finally free... That it was finally over..." you continued, looking at the gravestone.

"And yet here I am... visiting this bastard every year..." you frowned, fidgeting with the end of your sweater.

"And I don't even know why..." you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

Paterson kept quiet as he looked at the gravestone.

"You were only a child back then..." Paterson started, making you turn to him.

"This is what you've known your whole life... So don't beat yourself up about it," he reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"But you're not alone anymore," he smiled, pulling you to his chest.

"Don't ever forget that, okay?" he reminded, rubbing your back.

You breathed a smile as you hugged him back, sighing as his body heat covered you in warmth.

"Right... Thank you..." you sighed, standing up as you pulled him along.

"Let's go home?" you suggested, making him smile.

"Let's."


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