No one asked for it, but here’s a Drabble about Little Red and her experience as a protective mother
A/N: Gun violence, gunfire
Silence, crisp and unending, had settled in the room. It should have been quiet and peaceful, yet your skin felt as if it was on fire. It felt as if you were burning from the inside out, fuelled by the primordial and effective need to defend yourself and your babe.
You’d never been one to fight, you hated it when you were under his thumb, when he was your faction leader. But now…now that there had been a breach and the Harbingers were in the village, a fire had been lit inside you.
Your babe was sleeping, nestled and tucked away under the care of a doctor from the east. You were the first to give birth, and the doctor had come to study and observe the immunity you had passed into your child.
“Its chaos outside, you should hide.” She warned you, begging you to come back to semi-completed panic room. “Little Red-“
Fire, burning rage had surged through your veins. You could hear them coming up the stairs, you could hear them in the house and you knew Curtis was distracted by the breach on three different walls.
You were the defence, you were your child’s only hope.
“Y/N-” She was interrupted by the cocking of a gun, the cold metal in your hand lofty and weighty.
The door opened with a bang, the direct intrusion in the room from one of the Harbingers was expected. You resides the gun to the assaulting woman with confidence instilled by your husband.
“Take a deep breath,” Curtis’ voice echoed in your mind, the phantom feel of his body against yours giving you an extra boost, “if you want to kill, aim for the head. If you want to disarm them, aim for the leg or the shoulder.”
“Don’t fuck with me, bitch. You take one step-” Softness was not a weakness. You were not weak, you were strong.
“Pathetic, this is what’s standing between me and the bastard child?” She took one step and it was enough for you to pull the trigger, the gun firing off with a blast of thunder.
She screamed and fell to her knees, screaming in pain while attempting to clutch her wound. A man appeared behind her and you had almost fired again until you saw enraged yet familiar blue eyes.
“I told her not to fuck with me.” You lowered the gun, holding it by your side as Curtis stepped over the threshold and delivered a swift kick to her wound.
“Good girl, Little Red.” His shoulders heaved with relief. “You did so good.”
