Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/318000991-old-friends-silver-mad-maggie-x-fem-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Darksies&wp_originator=vtwIkZfe9MtSTdmKE5KLtH7RU1ekI94lBDQ8F09xQiXmcCnGodHFIZ24ybVXga6XItnhsz3weNL8mqPNaKd4rGgZT9ZVlqwaDslsspAPQntnddsMWJs0oVulw3ZMYKRN (y/n) is a struggling brothel worker who agrees to help out her faviourite client- Walter FitzRoy. In doing so, she comes into contact with Mad Maggie, a merc whose bite is worse than her bark.
"What the hell (y/n)?" Liz yelled as I carefully wrapped bandages around her wounded arm "Why did you tell her!"
"I don't know!" I yelled back, tightening the white cloth too much. Liz winced and I gave her an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry... She was just so..., scary." She gave a lobsided smile.
"That is the worst excuse I have ever heard." She coughed before putting on an obnoxious baby voice and saying "Oh im sowwy, but she was just so scaway I had to rwat you out." She blinked several times before sighing.
"I'm sorry Liz, you should've told me it was secret!"
"Don't blame this on me!" She shouted, pulling her bandaged arm away from me. "I can do the rest... now go apologise to Benzo! Hes also pissed at you." I groaned, my back hitting the sofa. We were sat on the floor, scarce medical supplies surrounding us. A roll of bandages, a bowl of lukewarm water with diluted dish soap in it, an old rag and some bloodied tissues. Liz wasn't hurt bad, a few cuts and bruises but that's all... shes survived worse. "I get you didn't know but still, he expected more from you."
"Ouch." I said, dipping my hands in the water before standing up. "Wish me luck." I mumbled before walking out of my room. The hallway was quiet, the only sound was my bare feet against the wood. I tiptoed down the stairs before gripping the archway and stepping into the store. I didn't fully enter, I just leaned against the wall, folding my arms across my chest and looking down. I heard him sigh.
"Look at me (y/n)." He instructed. My head shot up and I gasped. He had a large black eye, a thick piece of cloth taped to his nose bridge and a cut running down his lip. Benzo was a big guy, muscular, he was a freedom fighter in his early days. A good one at that. His white tank top had spots of blood on it and mud splotches. His apron was still secured around his waist and his pants had big holes in the knees like he had been dragged around on them.
"Benzo.. Im so sorry." I started; I felt my face drop as I took a step towards him.
"Did she hurt you?" He asked, not moving from the side of the desk. I gave him a confused look "To get the information out of you, did she hurt you?" Oh no...
I could answer this question in two ways... say she didn't hurt me or say she did. If I said she didn't hurt me, my pay might be docked lower then it already did, my children probably wouldn't get food for a few weeks and Johnny won't be able to get his medicine. If I say she did then I would be let off the hook, Maggie might be hunted by Benzo and his crew... Worst come to worst, she finds out I lied to save my own ass and she comes after me. I have to flee Salvo, marry a solider to get out and- What am I on about? Tell him the truth!
"She didn't hurt me... just... intimidated me." Liar, oh my god. "Yeah, she threatened me. Asked me where you and your crew were. She had... a knife, yeah, I was really scared Benzo." He sighed; his brows furrowed together.
"Alright then." He rubbed his face with his large hands. "Will you be able to man the shop tomorrow when I go to sort this out." I held my breath as I nodded.
"But Liz isn't in any shape to fight- "
"Shes fine. Besides who said I would fight her? It would start a bloody civil war! No, im just gonna have a chat with her. Like adults." We both laughed lightly. He gave me the warmest smile he could muster given the circumstances. "You can go back upstairs now, thank you (y/n)." I nodded, running upstairs so fast I tripped over my feet multiple times.
"Im in deep shit now Liz." I said, shutting my door quickly behind me.
"Oh god what did you do."
"I said she threatened me... with a knife! A KNIFE! How stupid could I be, I mean oh my." Liz was sat on the bed, her bag beside her. "He said he was gonna have a chat with her tomorrow. How menacing is that!" I said, stomping towards her before plopping myself next to her.
"Ugh, am I involved in this?" I nodded "Great! Just... wow. Well, its done now. Nothing you can do about it, best thing you can do is go home, pack you stuff and prepare your sons for the worst." I pulled a face at her and she grinned. "Im kidding, youll be fine. Maggie will deny it, of course but Benzo trusts you... I promise youll be fine."
"And if im not?"
"Then your not... Sorry but that's the harsh truth. Maybe Walter will spare you, speak some reasoning into her." She flung her arm around my shoulders and gave them a squeeze. "I better go, your boys will be coming home in a minute." She stood from the bed and flung her bag around her shoulder before walking over to my window and shutting it "Doesn't half get cold at night eh?" She smiled before leaving my room.
My living situation with benzo was... complicated. Downstairs was the main shop, the desk and many finished gadgets were on display down there. In the opposite side of the house was a decent sized room. It had pretty big windows, although the curtains were always drawn. The floor was carpeted, and a double bed was pressed up against the wall opposite the door. This was Benzos room. There was a small kitchen attached to the shop, but Benzo kept it locked until he got home or until he got hungry.
Upstairs there were 3 rooms. 1 was a bathroom, box sized with a rusted old shower that didn't have hot water, a half-broken sink and a toilet. The floor was just concrete, and the walls were half tiled. Opposite my room was my son's room. It was just a box room, barely able to fit 2 beds in it. The walls were a bare white and the floor was a grey carpet. There was a small window opposite the flaking door, but it didn't have a curtain and only opened so much. Then we have my room. It wasn't too big but bigger than my sons room. It used to be Benzos room before his legs became bad and he struggled to get up the stairs. It just had the couch, a closet, and a bed in it.
I didn't pay Benzo anything to live here and I've technically been living here since I was 14 and I got pregnant. I only started working for him 6 months ago after he's been training me for 7 years. I say training very loosely, he would work in front of me and say he was teaching me.
Benzos shop was located on a very slim, long shopping street. People sold everything down here, stolen weapons, imported fruit. Hell, I even knew a guy that was trying to sell a decommissioned titan! Salvo was... interesting. It was a dog eat dog world out there and my sons were learning to navigate it, the same way I did.
"We're home!" Carl's voice rang out. I paused, listening for Johnny. I heard the thud of his cutch and felt relieved. "Ma!" Carl yelled as he raced up the stairs, completely leaving his brother in his dust. "Look!" He flung my door open before shoving a box into my hands. It was small, brown with small golden details on it.
"What is it?" I asked. His grin didn't leave his face.
"You like? I got it from a soldiers body!" I felt my face drop. This was the bad part about living on Salvo, your children looting corpses. "I cant open it yet, but im going to ask Benzo for help." I put my hand on his shoulder before he could run off.
"Leave Benzo tonight, Carl. Hes had a rough day." I handed the box back to him "Go shower, you little stinker!" I smiled, fluffing up his hair before he ran out of my room. Johnny didn't enter my room, instead he slinked past with something tucked under his arm. I heard his door close. I sighed, my back bouncing slightly when it hit my bed. What was I going to do?
You were dropped off on Salvo when you were 7 years old with nothing else but your will to survive. After being trained by a skilled mechanic you think you know everything there is to survival on Salco. That is until an altercation with Mad Maggie goes sideways and your left to clean up the mess.
"Gah, its hot as balls today", I sighed as Liz pathetically wafted herself with a flimsy paper fan. We were sprawled out across the room. Her lounging on the dark blue sofa, the plump cushions discarded onto the carpeted floor. Me, laying in a starfish position on the circular bed which was jammed into the corner of the room. "Do you even have any more customers today?" She asked, her arm waving in my direction.
"I don't." I grinned "But its cooler in here then out there..." Salvos summers were unforgiving. They consisted of hot humid air, sweaty people, and short tempers. Freedom fighters even took it easier during the summer days. Most opting to guard beaches or hide away in busted buildings. Liz and I had been sat in this dim room since morning, both of us trying out best not to melt into the silk that surrounded us.
"I have a meeting today..." She mumbled.
"With who." I rolled onto my side and propped my head up with my hand.
"You know who... I'm dreading it. The soldiers have backed away from our city for the time being so she's looking to pick a fight with one of us."
"Us? Who is us? You know damn well I hate getting involved in your drama..."
"This isn't drama. This is serious business. She hasn't paid Benzo back and I have to clean it up. She can't keep demanding gadgets and then not paying the price. I mean, you make half of them, this is your wage I'm fighting for!" Her voice progressively got louder, and I snickered to myself.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Mad Maggie keeps us all on our toes... I can come with you if you want." I offered. She immediately sat up.
"You? You?!" She said, covering her mouth with her hand "Shed eat you alive. Damn even FitzRoy would take a good bite out of you."
Rolling my eyes I said, "Last time I ever try to help you" She huffed before standing up. I stared at her, admired her masculine frame. Her back was strong with marks lined across it, her shoulders were wide with slightly thicker arms. She whipped her jacket around her body, making sure it covered her bare breasts before leaving. The door slammed and I heard her heavy boots hit the stairs before leaving through the side door and into the street.
"I should get up..." I mumbled, huffing before lying on my back. "Definitely..." With a groan, I was up. I had quite a bit left to do. There were no more customers, but Benzo liked the shop cleaned before he came back from the pub. Slowly making my way downstairs, I paused. There was a ticking at the front desk. I quickly pulled myself behind the archway leading into the main shop and listened. There was just this... thudding. "Liz?" I foolishly asked. "Liz is that you? I told you, you can hang around here." I braved myself before walking into the main shop.
A woman was leaning against the shabby wooden desk. She was tapping her foot impatiently. When her eyes locked with mine, they lit up. Her eyes weren't filled with anything... malicious. Just curiosity.
"Well, Benzo didn't tell me he had an assistant." She said, confidently pushing herself away from the desk and taking 2 steps towards me. I braced myself to run, preparing to turn away and sprint into the street, not that anyone would help me. Her skin was a light brown with scars, scabs and scratches covering it. Her skin darkened around her nose bridge and cheeks, indicating she spent too long in the sun. She wore a black vest top that had too many holes in it. Her black studded belt hung too low on her hips to be functional. Her pants were baggy and in a cargo print with mismatched patches carelessly sewed on. She had multiple freedom fighter tattoos on her arms. "Names Maggie, what's yours?" She questioned, leaning towards me. I hesitated.
"(y/n) ..." I said, looking up to meet her curious amber eyes.
She gave an approving hum "How long you been working here?"
"6 months... Benzo hasn't let me out onto the desk yet."
"I can see why." She smiled. Her teeth were surprisingly straight, white too. "Say, do you know when he'll be back?" I shook my head, keeping my guard up, I took a step away.
"It'll take him a while... He doesn't come home early on a Sunday." She nodded, clearly loosing interest in the conversation. She sighed. "My... my friend, Liz, said she had a meeting with you? About... money." Shit. Why did I say that? I should've kept my big mouth shut. Now, she was looking at me again.
"Was she now? First I've heard of it." She rolled her head on her shoulders, several bones in her neck gave a loud crack, "First I'm hearing of it... Guess I've left Wally in a bit of a pickle, eh? Better go deal with that." She sighed, spinning around on her heel before snatching a worn-down leather jacket from the desk and walking past me towards the door. "If you see Benzo, tell him Mad Maggie wants a word with him." And with that, the door slammed shut behind her, leaving me alone in the darkening room.
