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Starlight - Captain Emmett Dutton x Reader (Australia)
Author’s Note: So, it took me waaaay too many watches of Australia to even think of this scenario. Or even think of him in this scenario - which is crazy and I am clearly blind. Anyways, I wrote it - here we are 💙💜
Disclaimer: I basically ripped this entire fic from the film itself and pushed the timeline on a bit, as you will see. So, I don’t want to take too much credit here at all! I wrote it that’s all!
Premise: Surprising Emmett was supposed to be the highlight of your evening, but with a little help from the weather, it’s about to get even better...
Words: 4617
Warnings: Sexual Pre-Amble (Yes, for Emmett, really!)
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And I said, "Oh my, what a marvelous tune" It was the best night, never would forget how we moved. The whole place was dressed to the nines, And we were dancing, dancing Like we're made of starlight, starlight Like we're made of starlight, starlight He said, "Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way" He was trying to skip rocks on the ocean, saying to me, "Don't you see the starlight, starlight? Don't you dream impossible things?" Ooh ooh he's talking crazy Ooh ooh dancing with me Ooh ooh we could get married Have ten kids and teach them how to dream --- Darwin was always a gorgeous little city; and you always loved being invited out here by Emmett. Only, this particular trip you’d told him you couldn’t be in town. “What-!? Why?!” “Baby, I have work to do… You know…” “Well. Why not bring your friends..? Your friends have partners stationed here too… do they not?” “You think that’s the reason I won’t come? I’m not employed by my friends Emmett… You will simply have to wait for a more convenient time…” Of course, any time was convenient. And so was this; but, for once you wanted to surprise him. The reason he had asked you here was the party being held. He wanted you to dance with him. To introduce you to people… A different kind of class. At least, they acted like it up there in Darwin. Here where you lived was so different, but it was also a small town, not a big city. You guessed that was supposed to give them some kind of excuse to act the way they did. There was something about a close-knit community here that kept class together, not separate. That was beside the point. You had arrived and stayed with friends. But, tonight was the party. And they all wanted to help you get ready. “Are you sure he has no clue?!” “Well, you work down at the communications center, you’d know! Unless you’ve been telling him anything?” “Me?!” You eyed her; “Well?” “No!” she laughed “I would never! Him being surprised would be one thing. But the Captain seeing you in that dress!?” You looked down at yourself “Oh, well. That is the point.” They fared you well and you walked yourself across to the city hall building. Of course you likely weren’t meant to be doing this alone, but you didn’t care. Let them talk - let this be a scandal; for five minutes. You’d be in his arms soon enough. It was probably the dress, people certainly wouldn’t miss it; bright red, buttons and ribbons detailing the bodices left hand side, the skirt was voluminous – and that was before you started on the fact the back was cut deep and it was strapless. However, it made you feel like a princess, and all you needed was your prince. “Ms…Miss…” The administrator himself was speechless “…Does… Does the Captain know you are here-!? He proclaimed that he would be here alone!” “Administrator…” You gave a gentle smile, “Emmett would think that he was here alone… He is not even aware I am Darwin.” “This is a well executed plan.” “Oh! Only if it works…” You turned to the party, half nervous half excited to see him, and bit your painted lips together; “Is he… here?” “He is… my dear… I shall escort you to him myself!” You held your hand up to politely decline, with a laugh; “No, No… You must see to your other guests… That will be unnecessary… but… I thank you.” He looked a little disappointed, but, you were sure that would draw further attention you didn’t need. You continued to walk through the house slowly in your attempts to find your partner, and found yourself outside on the back lawns by the time you were accosted by someone else. “Ah-! Stanley!” “Hold on. He left you alone looking like this!?!” He placed his hand to his head and frantically looked around for Captain Dutton. “Not exactly!” You giggled. He was tall, over 6ft, dark hair, blue eyes, cool Australian tan, brilliant smile. “He has no idea does he?” “Yet none of you seem to think it at all surprising that I’m here.” “You think I think you would miss this?” He smiled and held out his arm for you to help you down the steps; “Now do you know me better than he, or does he not expect surprises?” “Sorry, you have met the man you’re courting, yes?” somehow that explained everything. “A little too serious for his own good?” “Ah. You have! I was worried!” There was a grin on his face at your remark as he looked up to the party. Now, as expected all looking at you, and all of them talking. Apart from Emmett; frozen in place. You followed Stanley’s eyes but only caught his. You weren’t sure he’d ever looked at you like that. Not even when he’d first met you. Though it wasn’t easy for him to make his way through the crowd to you. Stan let your arm go as you continued to walk forward. “Enjoy your evening!” You turned back to him, with a raised eyebrow; “And you…” Then he called out to his friend “Take care of her, Captain! I leave her in your more than capable hands!” It was a little too loud on purpose, and Emmett shook his head after Stan as the other officer departed. That left all his attention turned back on you, and he fixed you with that same look; “Y/N…” He stopped himself short, you could see it. Everything he wanted to say that would simply be inappropriate in public; “Captain…” It was his turn to hold out his arm for you to take; “I was not aware that we were expecting such company tonight…” “Well. I would be nothing, if not for surprises…” You wrapped yourself around him, unable to resist your smile. “Nothing?!” He raised an eyebrow as you took his arm; “…Now who put that idea in your head, my darling?” As he walked you through the crowd you could already see the women staring at your dress; low cut, nearly backless, strapless, bright red... not completely figure hugging - especially from the waist down due to the flowing nature of the skirt but still... you realised it was enough of a stir. And almost smirked at the way some of the older generation gasped and whispered behind their hands to each other. Either Emmett didn’t notice or pretended he didn’t. To him you looked gorgeous. And the dress had you and your personality written all over it. He clearly wouldn’t have that any other way. Still, he was very proper and versed in etiquette and you felt the need to point out the behaviour of his social class; “They are all talking...” “About you?” You noticed the subtle way he pulled you closer to him “Yes.” “Does it bother you..? I believe you like the phrase let them talk...” “I do. It’s you I’m worried about.” “Oh believe me, the women aren’t the only ones talking, it plays to my advantage also...” oh, you supposed women also wouldn’t like men’s eyes - specifically their own men’s eyes - all over you either. But that gave Emmett a little something of his own to smile about, apparently. You looked across to him “maybe I should have worn something more fitting of your status, Captain?” He shook his head, looking back to you with a gentle smile; “Don’t you dare. I would not have you any other way. Perish the thought I would...” * He'd purposefully placed you on the edge of the dancefloor for a reason. You knew that, and it was made more obvious by the way he watched those couples already embracing each other to the romantic music that filled the night air. You waited for him to voice the question that’d he probably thought he wouldn’t even get to ask of anyone this evening. And eventually he looked to you and took a nervous deep breath; “Do I get the pleasure of dancing with you?” You tipped your head, wondering if he would think you’d reject him – and decided you wouldn’t even tease him with the prospect; “What do you think I came here for?” He chuckled, touching the palm of his hand to yours; “You never want to dance with me...” You gave a delicate shrug, and looked away from him, blushing “...I’m wearing this dress... aren’t I...?” Keeping one hand in yours he freed his other gently from under your arm and caressed your face, tilting your chin with his fingertips so that you looked at him; “Is that the only reason you wore a dress like that...?” There was a smile there, like he knew but would say nothing more on it. You bashfully tucked your hair behind your ear; “No... but I figured if they were going to talk I would give them something to talk about...” “Why would they talk? Darling?” He meant besides the obvious – considering they had been talking all night. Your eyebrow raised “Because you are who you are... and I know the kind of people who frequent events like this.” “Mmm... as do I, and we shall pay them no mind...” his eyes flicked to the dancefloor and then back to you “My lady, I would be so honoured if you could join me for this dance?” You giggled “...I would love to...” He pulled you with him, gently, allowing you to position yourself as you thought wise; and he worked around you. “Would you like to lead?” “Oh-! No; I am in your hands Captain!” Now you had turned the smile on his face into one of simple embarrassment and admiration; “...If she does so insist...” You gave a wink “Oh believe me, she does...” Now playing the leader on the dancefloor there wasn’t much difference to captaining his troupe. Only they were a group of men, and you were a one-woman army from just out of county. No less fierce, but matched with a sweetness and purity that let you hold your own with the people here AND those in your home town. Sophistication and street smarts - he liked that. You and Sarah had that in common which is also why he liked her so much. And you liked him leading you, that confidence in his hands and his embrace - because he knew exactly what he was doing - but that gentleness you expected from your captain. And he swept you across that dancefloor like you were the only two on it (...well, you were the only two people were talking about). It was good to be back in his arms; with him far enough away the majority of the time now the only time you could hold him this close (and got to be held this close) was in memories and dreams. And that was good, it was fine, but sometimes all you wanted was to revel in the sensation of human touch. His lead was gentle, and gave the illusion that maybe he wasn’t leading at all; he was asking you where you wanted to go, rather than pulling you there. Emmett was always so sweet and gentle; sometimes you wondered how he ended up where he was. The army wasn’t known for that after all, but, you supposed that didn’t stop them all from being gentleman... in fact, from the insight you had into the world, you had yet to meet a man who wasn’t. You let him have two or three dances before you decided you would be allowed to lead him off the floor. “What?” “I can only take so much staring before even I need a break!” You laughed “I promise, Captain, that’s not the end...” “I would hope not, the way you look tonight, it is an honour to hold you...” You shook your head gently, taking his other hand in yours - as he’d not let your hand go yet; “Baby, the honour is all mine...” There was another sensational buzz through the crowd - not unlike the one you were apparently causing, and you both turned to see what the commotion was about. And probably broke into a smile at the same time. Sarah and Drover. You turned to him, with a slight smirk; “Did you know they were coming?” He chuckled and nudged you; “I didn’t expect you to come from a few towns away... why would I think they were coming from Faraway Downs?” “I would think they would radio!!” “Ah! You got me there!” Emmett raised his hand to greet them, and upon spotting you both they approached you. Ah, the four of you were clearly content to create quite the Stir then. As soon as you’d all embraced in greeting, you were quick to point out this fact; “Ah-! I’m sure they’re lovin’ the dress!!” Drover winked “Coulda done without being dragged here, but we can be the two misfits, right?” You nearly snorted; “Speak for yourself!!!” Drover looked from Sarah to Emmett and back; “What, with these two?” “I s’pose you’re right!” You accented yourself a little more to better make his point. “Hush! Both of you...” Sarah clearly wouldn’t hear a word of it. Which made you feel slightly guilty by the look on Emmett’s face - your dress not your stature. So, you’d maybe worn it to get people to talk. You gave him an apologetic look, which only made him shake his head and pull you closer. Drover noticed this movement, and decided it was best to get the conversation back on a different track; “Anyone for drinks?! Let’s make this a party!” You thought that was a good call, it would help you unwind a little... Emmett offered to come with him but Drover waved away his help. “I got this, and I’m not about to drag the Captain away from his lady..” he gave you a wink, “besiddddes, I know you two get to see each other way less than we do... enjoy it!” He clapped Emmett on the back and off he went. ** “So how are you doing, out in the middle of nowhere?!” You took your drink from Drover gratefully and laughed; “That best be sarcasm! Me in the middle of nowhere?!” “Oh come on, no one knows anything about where you live-! Isn’t it like a two-street town?! Everyone’s at least heard of Faraway Downs!” Emmett came in to defend you; “Only since it was put back on the map!” “You gonna take credit for signing the contract? You ought to be promoting your girls’ town and all Emmett!” Your Captain laughed; “No, fairs fair... Sarah and yourself and everyone else involved drove those cattle to Darwin on your own terms. And I don’t need to promote it - the army is well aware of it considering how many women live there that are waiting on men like myself.” “So it’s an army town?” Drover squinted at you “It’s pretty quiet with the majority stationed up here, yeah.” “I see - you train down there?” “Mmm.” Emmett gave a nod; “Personally I didn’t start there but I did end up there.” “And no doubt found reason to stay!” Sarah gave you a smile “Ay to that!” Drover too tipped his beer, making you blush. To which Sarah laughed and put an arm around you. Sarah was sweet, you liked her a lot. Emmett had alleged more than once that the two of you could be sisters. Which made sense, she had that sweet but feisty nature that often came out in you. But, he had a point on the sister thing too; any time you wanted advice or needed someone to talk to whilst you were here, or indeed when you weren’t but had access to a radio with enough signal - you called her. You liked that she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, you could have trouble with that on occasion - especially if you didn’t know people, so you were in awe of her spirit. And you learned a lot from her. “Now stop, leave the poor girl alone!” Drover gaped at her “You started it!!!” *** “You know what, I’m sick of all this talking with people staring! Why don’t we give them something to stare at?!” Drover put his empty bottle down. “I second that..!” Well if there was one thing you knew by the way Emmett took your hand in agreement, it was that he still wanted to show you off in the dance floor. Sarah shook her head at her other half, turning from her conversation with you – you liked knowing how they were getting on, although the adoption wasn’t official it was like they were all little family of their own. They surely seemed to get up to so many adventures together too, you liked hearing them – you liked thinking that maybe one day you’d want something similar for yourself. She pushed Drover gently; “Do you even remember how to dance?” He shrugged with a grumble that had you all laughing again; “I’m sure it won’t take too long to get back into it…” Now the four of you were on the dancefloor and the music had softened you wrapped your arms around Emmett’s shoulders and let him sway you, with the perfect gentleness to the turns. Still graceful, but much slower and he could really appreciate how beautiful you were - and you appreciate how handsome he looked in dress uniform, when you could stand in one place. “...I’ve been thinking...” It was as much out of the blue as it was quiet... And you tilted your head, to match the inquisitiveness in your eyes beholding his. “About what...?” “Sarah and Drover... adopting Nullah...” Your smile was playful, “What of it?” “Well... maybe we could get married...” You laughed, half in disbelief “That better not have been your proposal, Captain...” He shook his head “...No... but what if we didn’t adopt... what if we did... But what if we had children of our own? One day?” There was a few seconds pause as you tried to understand what he was really saying in the middle of a dancefloor in Darwin; he’s talking crazy, he’s too caught up in this moments and loving me and he’s talking crazy, but the more you looked into his eyes the more you realise how serious he was. “Is that what you want?” “Do you not...?” There wasn’t any disappointment there, even if you thought he’d be disappointed if the answer was no. He’s not talking crazy, he’s talking about a future he sees... a future he sees with me, no less... “Maybe I’ve just never thought about it...” you looked away from him for a moment, he needed more than that – he deserved more than that. Your eyes caught in his, waiting patiently for you; “I like it as a future with you... I see it... just not...” “Now...?” He shook his head, and pulled you closer to him “No...” his arms wound respectfully around your waist and he watched Sarah and Drover dance together over your shoulder “...But... maybe not in the too distant future either...” You pulled his eyes back to you, like something had come over you just thinking on this. About what you were doing here. What he was saying… “Kiss me...” “What?” “Right here, on the dance floor, kiss me...” He was hesitant, and his eyes flicked around at the other couples. Here you went again; Emmett was fighting with his nature. That the proper way to do this was without public displays of affection, but you felt that you’d already broken nearly every other etiquette rule in this societies very long and boring book. So you wanted this one. “Why would you want that...?” He made you giggle at what appeared to be genuine confusion “...Look at you, why wouldn’t I?” Now that was an awkward blush, and also incredibly cute. “Oh, you really want to give them something to talk about.” You gave a shrug “Emmett, they’re already talking...” He thought you had a good point, so he slowed you down, still in time to the music - to a gentle swaying turn. And then he leant in. ** The first drop of rain made you pull slightly away from him. Like you weren’t sure exactly what had fallen, but before long it was joined by another, then another, then another and soon people were scrambling from the dancefloor (and in fact any part of the outside party) and up into the house. Because 5 drops became a downpour in seconds. You and Emmett parted, but only to watch them all run, because the grip you had on each other’s hands was firm. What is a bit of rain? Except the musicians had also scattered and there would no longer be music. He laughed, watching them and turned back to you; “What do you suppose the big rush is?” By now your hair was soaked and your dress was going the same way but you didn’t care. Turning to answer him your voice, and then your laugh was drowned out by a clap of thunder overhead, you didn’t flinch - though thunder always made you uneasy, so you tried again; “Shall we dance? Captain?” He too laughed - looking relieved “I thought you’d never ask!!” With you both soaked and it hardly mattering now, Emmett could pull you closer than he had all evening. And with you wrapping him in your arms and laying your head on his chest that contented hum reverberated through you and into him. That only made him smile more as he wrapped himself in such a way to shield as much as you from the rain as possible. You couldn’t help but try to then hide your giggles as you stared up towards the house; everyone that could stand in the door or at a window staring at you both like you were insane; “Darling, we have an audience...” He just gave a gentle shrug and kissed your head; “Well, they don’t know what they are missing...” Eventually you realised this was both dangerous and getting a little out of hand. The rain was turning from warm to cold fairly rapidly and you weren’t sure there was a part of you that was dry at this point. That didn’t stop him from shrugging himself out of his jacket and holding it over you when you decided to head from the party. “Will that help?” “At least it makes me feel like I am...” “Chivalry will get you everywhere Captain...” He chuckled “That’s just the man I am...” “I know...” you leant up to kiss his cheek; “and I must always thank you for it!” *** When you eventually stepped inside of the room he was renting, you felt like your dress was holding at least a clouds worth of rain. And still the sky didn’t let up. You stood at the open double doors for a minute and your breath caught as you watched the spectacular lighting strikes fill the sky. Emmett wandered over and wrapped his arms back around you. You noticed every heating appliance had been turned on. “I could walk you home... or you could stay...” You ran you hand behind you, to caress his cheek “...I don’t want you getting wet again...” He kissed your palm gently; “Then stay... at least I know I can keep you warm, and dry and safe... that sky looks angry...” You nodded, you weren’t that big on thunder, but you had to at least admit out loud; “It’s breathtaking...” He smiled; nuzzling you - “...True... forces of nature always are beautiful...” You turned to him, in agreement, but your words got lost as the next flash of lightning illuminated his face and reflected stunningly in his blue eyes. At how alive they looked. So instead you pulled him into you, with a kiss. A kiss that was sweet, but an attempt to lead into so much more. “Alright...” He whispered against your lips, “...Alright...” with one arm still around you he kissed you once more, pulling one of the doors to and latching it in place as your hands ran from his neck to his tie; unravelling the neat sturdy knot that only an army officer could perfect (and only the partner of one could expertly undo!). You moved on to his shirt buttons, more tentative than you felt. This would be slow; he always loved you slow and delicate. Rushing this would get you nowhere. You pulled his shirt as you worked your way down it, so that it untucked itself with little effort, your lips still on his. Emmett kept one hand where it was, respectfully, but his other trickled up your exposed spine. His touch was enough to send delightful trembles over your skin. Now you were done with his shirt buttons you could press kisses into his own; across his collarbone as you slid his shirt down his arms. His kisses were gentle, like his sigh, as he touched them to your forehead, and the shell of your ear. Emmett liked that, the way you whispered promises into his skin for only you to ever know… He succeeded in making you giggle into his skin and you nudged him playfully, gathering your hands to the middle of his chest you held his gaze for a moment. “I love you…” The lightning flashed outside again, and he smiled; like you knew only he could – and only at you – Emmett placed his hands on yours, and kept you there over his heart for just a moment longer; “I love you too…” He let you claim his lips again and allowed you to slide your hands from his, down his body. You revelled in the warmth of him under your fingertips, how you could feel all those muscle groups he spent his most formative years work on, and still did needs must… Until you hit his belt buckle and stilled, half in hesitation. As if in answer to the question you weren’t even asking, his hands moved to fastenings on your dress. Still slow, at a rate that only he’d be happy with. You reciprocated that, and the notches in his belt passed through your fingers at exactly the same pace. Until he realised he had no more to undo, and you still weren’t finished with his. But Emmett was nothing if not patient; and his hands slid gently to your bare back again – letting your dress fall in a neat red puddle at your feet. You broke the kiss to let his pants join the other items of clothing. You bit your lips together to try and stop the blush rising across his cheeks happening to yours. Possibly to no avail. He pulled you from your dress and into him, arms around you he tipped your body to kiss you again. You wound your arms around him, feeling safe in his embrace as you ran your fingers into his hair. You would say to mess it up, with how neat he usually kept it, but the rain had already done most of your work for you. The crash of thunder, louder this time, was enough to make you both break from the kiss and turn back to the window. You pressed yourself a little further into him. Yes, you were safe here… “This might continue for a while…” His voice was soft, and he turned to the flickering lights “…Hmm…” Emmett rested his head gently on yours; wrapping you further in his arms. “…It’s a nice atmosphere…” That almost made you raise an eyebrow, were you not feeling the same thing – watching it roll across the horizon; bright white-blue flashes against the midnight black sky. “Well…” Your voice was quiet, but edged teasing “If it’s going to last a while… we may as well make the most of it…” His eyes flicked back towards the bed and to the lightning, then he laced his hands with yours to pull you back; “No doubt, I can keep you safe here…” --- @wrenx02 😘😘😘😘 He took me a little while, but Emmett is now yours! @dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad.
I went to a redwood forest today! I dunno if this is a thing internationally, but i imagine it is. Everyone had made all these giant nests out of fallen branches so we made an archway! It ended up looking a bit like a heart and we were so pleased w ourselves
Just another little thing
It would be great if everyone would reblog this and comment their nationality so I know when the best time to post is? Kindly appreciated!
— Red
When She Says Baby - Captain Emmett Dutton x Reader (Australia)
GIF Credit: @benmendo X
Author’s Note: Suggested to me subtly by @3134045126 as a side note when watching Australia that I went full on with and fic-ed... So, thank you for that! I’ll gift you with Mr.Jason Aldean for your efforts. This is a song I remembered ONE line of “She runs her fingers through my hair and saves me” which I thought worked for the idea... Then I re-listened to the song and was just... “OH MY GOD! THESE LYRICS!”
Disclaimer: None of the characters from Australia are mine. This feat of Musical genius isn’t either! Technically the idea also isn’t mine, I just wrote the thing because I was inspired to do so! So thank you Jax, I owe ya millions! 😘😘😘❤❤❤
Premise: After returning to you from the disaster in Darwin, Emmett Dutton looks like he could use some TLC...
Words: 5888. I ran... RAN with this.
Warnings: End of Australia spoilers / War/injury/etc / I mean... I guess the context? / I gave you some slight pre-amble...!
Some nights I come home fightin' mad Feel like runnin' my fist through the wall. Is it even worth it what I'm fightin' for anymore? Feelin' torn, all to hell with it all.
But when she's says baby, No matter what comes ain't goin' nowhere She runs her fingers through my hair and saves me. Yeah that look in her eyes got me comin' alive And drivin' me a good kinda crazy When she says baby Everything gonna be alright. Just lay down by my side. Let me love you through this life. Yeah she's the perfect shot of faith. When every bit of mine is gone. Somethin' I can believe in, a best friend A heaven sent love to lean on.
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You weren’t sure if stressed was even the word. It was so far beyond that now that it was something else entirely. Worry?, yes you were extremely worried. But the truth was you wished the news would just stop. News spread rumour, and rumour just sank you more and more into something close to a depressive state. It’d been the day previously when news had broken of what was occurring in Darwin. And you weren’t the only girl in town with a military beau out there. But of course, to YOU, yours was the only one that mattered. Even more shocking was you were due to join him in two days. If you’d even just decided to surprise him early then... well it could have been you caught up in that disaster. But Emmett...
Well he was there. And all you’d heard was that Japanese planes had bombed the hell out of it. No news of deaths, though the toll was thought to be high, or survivors... You couldn’t even race down and find out for yourself because the city had been evacuated. So rumours were allowed to fly. You couldn’t face going into town because... well. He was a captain. So the first person who was apparently going to know anything was you. Which you thought laughable, because you weren’t the one who got news about Darwin in the FIRST place... The problem was you couldn’t stand being in the house either, because every second that you could hear tick by from the wall clock was another second where you didn’t know his fate. And it was killing you. Did you hold out hope?? Was that foolish? Did you assume the worst?? Was that just as dumb…?
You sat frustrated with your head in your hands, trying to think of anything else... but how could you?! Your mind was racing with a million different scenarios. You just wanted it all to STOP!
There was a sudden bustle outside, people yelling, people screaming, running... the sound of vehicles rolling down the road. You lifted your head and your heart began racing. You tried to calm it. No. No no no! You couldn’t do this just yet. Were you prepared to find out?! What would you do if it wasn’t the news you wanted..? You tentatively walked to the door and out onto your front porch. They were certainly military trucks. Men scrambling to get down before they had even stopped and running to their lovers arms.
It wasn’t long before shrieks of delight were mixing with wails of anguish though. You dug your nails into the wooden structure. You didn’t dare go down there. But your eyes were darting to every man and every vehicle it was not helping your heart... Time after time your heart broke a little more. Friends of yours raced passed yelling at you to get down off your porch and find out, but you couldn’t. If you moved, your knees were going to give out. The last truck rolled into town and you couldn’t bare it. Tears started to run, and you had to turn away for a second. Tell me you didn’t try to be the hero Emmett... don’t tell me you lost your life... like that... Of course he would have though. Emmett Dutton would go out in no other way than as a gentleman. The captain he was.
But then you had to know. How, why, when and where. Anything you could. Did they know for sure? Did you?! You took the steps down from your porch and pushed your way through the crowds of people - you knew friends of yours seeing friends of his. So... if you could find one, maybe you would find the answers to all your questions. Too many people forced you to the edge of the throng. Why were you so bitter that so many people were being reunited? You were disappointed in yourself for that. But it wasn’t fair; how could that have possibly been fair? Your head started to spin and you had to lean back against a building to stop yourself from being sick. This was SO much worse than not knowing. You realised... SO much worse.
So wrapped up in hating yourself and cursing the world were you that you barely registered that one last truck was rolling into town, miles behind the rest and the very last to leave Darwin, with too much to do on the way it was unsurprising that it would be so far behind. There weren’t too many aboard at present; but that didn’t make them any less significant. Your friends had realised that you weren’t amongst the celebrations and consolations, and were now trying to figure out the best way to approach you, stood against that building alone. Had he really not made it out? The truck all but rolled to a stop. But you didn’t care; you barely even registered it, and those last few hopeful waiting to greet those aboard. Rushing forward as the last few disembarked, quickly joined by others just as glad that more made it out.
You took a deep breath and pushed yourself away from the wall. Okay, it was time to snap out of it and be thankful for SOMETHING; even if you could only stomach it for a few short minutes... You walked slowly forward, looking between each new happy couple or family... then you froze.
He was the very last to leave the truck. And he was the only one alone. Running a hand through his hair and looking like he’d seen far better days, to you there’d never been a moment he’d been more beautiful. He sighed deeply moving amongst those soldiers that had been beside him. Now they were all safe where they belonged. Yes. That was the man he was.... Slowly he looked up, and then upon spotting you, also froze. “Y/N?!” You couldn’t hear it, but you knew he’d called your name “Emmett!!! EMMETT!!” That was enough to have you screaming his name as you took off towards him. “Woah woah—! Hold on, look at me as you’re wearing-!” You didn’t think you’d ever held him tighter, and you were certainly back in tears, “...white...” He sighed gently, so much for warnings... He looked at his hands over your shoulder. Well, the damage was probably already done. He wound his arms around you and sighed deeply “It’s okay... Darling... I’m here... I’m safe...” “I thought…! I thought…! Darwin-!” He was lucky to get that much out of you, “Shh… Shhhh..! It’s okay… It’s okay. The majority of us made it out…” “B…But…Emmett… I…” Tears were still running down your cheeks. He gathered your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs across to stifle your tears. Wincing as he left dirt and sweat all over your pretty face. “Y/N… Stop.. I know… I know what you must have thoughts… But… We had so much to do. We had to get out to Adelaide and… Darling… I’m so sorry it took so long…” “You’re late…” Every other truck was in before his. He knew that too. Hell, as if he hadn’t put you through enough? You reciprocated; placing your hands delicately on his cheeks. And he flinched. “Oh my god-! Emmett..! I’m---!” You let him go, but then turned his face gently, with your fingertips against his jaw line. There looked to be a fair amount of bruising under all that dirt… You took a step back from him; wondering if that translated to under his clothing too. Meaning it was amicable of him not to complain at how hard you’d embraced him. “Darling… Oh my gosh… Where… Where WERE you…!?!” “…You mean where did I end up!?” There was at least a small smile then, “Under half the army communications building.” “Are you alright!?” It was a silly question, you know, but a necessary one. “I certainly fared better than a lot of them…” That was a brave-faced chivalrous statement if ever there was one; you should expect nothing less than that from Captain Emmett Dutton. You took his hands in yours; “Emmett… I think… you should…” You began walking backwards, gradually pulling him with you. “…Y/N… We should… stay and…” You shook your head. He was a Captain. Sure. And maybe he should be rounding up the troops and saying something rousing. Confidence… or... Morale boosting. But he would have likely done similar in Adelaide. Or on the way? Wouldn’t he? You had little doubt he was almost the very last person to leave Darwin “Shhh…Shhhh…” You hushed him soothingly, as you continued to pull him away from the crowd. “Y/N… We- I- Should…” “Rest.” You finished his sentence, noticing that he was really offering little resistance as he kept his hands in yours “You need rest.” He realised you were taking him home. And you felt him grip you hand tighter. You sped up your walk. He matched you, but was still letting you pull him. And when you reached your front porch he had never been more glad to see anything in his life. You let him walk side by side with you up the steps and amidst the cheering and celebrations of those still outside, you slipped into the quiet of indoors.
All at once he almost collapsed. Half of that was relief. The other- “WOAH! Emmett… Emmett…!” It took a job to steady him and you were sure leaning your full body weight into his was as like to hurt him more. You sat him in a chair; “Baby…” You crouched, taking his hands back in yours “…You really need to learn how to take orders, not just give them!” you laughed. He shook his head at you, brushing your hair back off your face “Sometimes I think you think I’m much higher than just a captain.” You smiled, shaking your head also; “…Just a captain? You’re NOT just a captain…” You straightened, rounding him. “Baby…You’re my captain…” You brushed your fingertips over his arms and up across his shoulders. He let out a cross between a groan and a whimper as your fingers touched his skin; up his neck and into his hair… He leant back into your fingertips and closed his eyes. You smiled gently and leant forward to kiss his forehead. He winced again; but it was his sharp intake of breath that made you stop. “Emmett…” He opened his eyes to the worry in yours. You removed your hands from him and placed them on the back of the chair “Darling… you’re… you’re hurting… And… Oh gosh… When…” You thought on it “…When was the last time you slept!?” He furrowed his eyebrows, “Oh… Darwin I suppose… There’s been so much to do. And I…” You took a step back, and then another, decisively. “Get up.” “Y/N…!?” You turned back to him; “Baby… Get up… Head upstairs… I’m gonna draw you a bath and… You just… Give me a minute!” “…Y/N you don’t need to do-” “Nonsense!” You called as you ran through your house, “It’s not about what I need… It’s about what YOU need…!” He watched you, tipping the chair back as you emerged through the second open doorway, across the hall from the room you’d sat him in, gathering things as you went. You took the stairs two at a time. As he sat there and smiled it made his face hurt. In fact, as he remained seated a lot of aches were starting to set in. So when he stood to follow you, pain shot from his head to his feet and made him dizzy. He just about made it to the steps by the time you were back down them. “…Emmett…” Your voice was soft as you brushed his hair gently back into place; “…Oh…Emmett…Baby…” You took his hand back in yours and turned to the steps; “Can… Can you take the stairs?!” He laughed “I think I might be able to manage… A few stairs.” You walked past him, and then forward again, pulling your arm around his waist you let him wind his own arm around your shoulders and helped him up one step at a time.
Once again he allowed you to pull him into a back room. “Go on…” You coaxed him gently as you turned the taps on to let the bath run “Get undressed. I’ve got this…” It hadn’t occurred to you what you had said until he didn’t move. But he was flushed and blinking and- “OH-! I…” Then you were doing the same thing “I just meant…!” You turned away; “I’m sorry…! I…!” He chuckled gently and you heard the buckles on his uniform chink as he undid them; “You know it isn’t proper for a lady to think that way…” He made you bite your lip to stifle your laugh. That was a dumb thing for him to say, or get flustered about. You had loved on him more than a few times… More than once he gasped as various items of clothing hit the floor “Do you need help?” He protested against you doing anything else for him “No I…” He grumbled, but you heard him gasp again; “Em…” You turned, to watch him trying to pull himself out of his shirt. Whilst he was concentrating on that and not you, you swept your gaze down him. There was something kinda hot about it all really. His messed-up, war-torn uniform. His shirt buttons all undone but it not untucked yet, his belt unbuckled and… You shook your head and crossed to him; “Baby, let me help you…” You kept your eyes on his face as you pulled his shirt down his shoulders. You had to wince yourself at the purple marks flecked down from his collar bone to his chest. Darling boy… You really HAVE been to war… You pulled the hem of his shirt free and it became just another discarded item. He was close enough to kiss you now. And you wanted that. More than anything. But you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if you got kissing him. That it would only serve to hurt him more as a result. So when he leant forward so did you – meaning his lips only brushed your forehead.
You respectfully turned away from him again and cleared your thoughts, walking back to the nearly full bathtub. You turned the taps off and sprinkled a generous helping of salts into the top. Leaving him to finish getting undressed. You bit your lip again and flushed as you heard the final items of clothing hit the floor. You gathered towels. You had already gathered clothes… fresh, clean clothes. And everything else you could think he would possibly need. You nodded to yourself as you checked again. You had everything. You pulled your hair back into a clip as you heard him enter the water. He let out another gentle groan as he sunk into it. “Oh… God…” Only then did you turn back, watching him adjust to the temperature before taking a breath and submerging himself in it. You smiled, lining up bottles by the side of the bath you waited patiently for him to resurface. Which he did; running his hands over his face “Oh. Okay… Wow… That’s…” he rested his back against the tub with a small smile “Better.” You smiled again, giggling as you knelt up, running your hands back across his smooth shoulders and back into his hair, scraping it back off his face. He hummed in satisfaction again as he let you continue to do this, fluttering his eyes closed to the delicate motions of your fingertips working through his hair. Until you added soap; and he shivered at the cold sensation for just a moment. He vocalised his contentment again as you worked it into his scalp. “Oh…! Oh-! Wh…Why have we never….!?!” You hushed him “Save it! Let me take care of you… That’s what I’m doing, Emmett, let me…” He gave a sigh that let you know he was happy with that, but the very idea that he wouldn’t let you!?...Honestly! You filled a cup with water and tipped it gently to rid his gorgeous thick black hair of suds. When you ran your hands through it once more it felt smooth and silky in your fingertips. Forcing you to let out your own hum of content. He almost resisted the temptation to laugh at you, but you picked up on it. “Am I amusing?” “…I don’t know if that’s the word I would choose…” He lifted his own hands to sift gently through his hair; “…You’re doing a mighty good job.” You were sure that wasn’t sarcasm. He allowed you to take his hand between yours, and you savoured how warm he felt due to the water. You pulled his hand to your cheek and kept it there for a moment, he responded by lacing his fingers with yours. Except his index finger, that he brushed tenderly across your skin. “…I missed you so much…” “I know…” His voice was quiet “…I read every letter you sent… Probably 500 times. Well. 499 times and the time I opened it and cried.” “Cried?! No! Emmett! Don’t joke…” He tipped his head back to look at you, sincerely “I wasn’t joking.” He tilted his head “…What are you going to do if they station me in Europe?” “Don’t!!” You shook your head vigorously “Don’t talk that way!” He took his hand back gently, reaching up with his other to take your face back in his hands; blue eyes locked in yours “You need to think about that… Y/N… They could…” You placed your hands over his “No.” “B-” “NO. Do not do this to me. I only just got you back.” He gave a gentle shrug “…Okay… But… Please… I don’t want you to get too used to this…” You slowly leant forward to place your forehead to his and your voice became a whisper; “Whatever happens, I’m going to be waiting here for you…” “It’s not like I want to go…” He mused “…Heck… I don’t even know if it’s all worth it.” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked back to his eyes, now staring at the ceiling. “…Winning the war isn’t worth it?” “Winning is great. If we win. It’s the lives lost. Think about what happened in Darwin. It’s happening everywhere… It’s senseless…” You placed your arms around him lowering your head into his shoulders “…Stop… I don’t want to talk about it…” “I realise that…” He kissed your hair “…And when you put it the way you do… Neither do I.”
Taking his hands back in yours one at a time, you kissed his skin lovingly as you continued to wash him. Sometimes he watched you, with those big grateful blue eyes that you adored so much, and sometimes he would close them and allow you to whisper gentle prayers into his skin. When you reached his fingertips he couldn’t resist stroking them against your cheek; “You’ve got dirt on you… too!” You looked back to his cheeky little smile; “My apologies!” You rubbed your cheek with the water he had just placed there; “Better!?” “Eh.” He gave a gentle shrug with a laugh. “Well if not maybe I could just get in?” “OH! N-N-No! You… No!” He flushed again, stammering at the look on your face as you moved your hands to the buttons on your dress. He had you laughing “I’m just teasing you…!” You leant forward to kiss his forehead again; and he sank lower into the water, to give off the impression that it was the heat that was turning him bright red. He wasn’t fooling you though. But you did have to say that he was gorgeous and warm. Good. Hopefully that would work wonders on the aches in his muscles… You did the same for his other arm and them rounded him again.
He moved himself forward in the water without you even asking. Curving his spine just enough to expose as much of his back to you as possible. You traced your fingers (lips curving into another smile) across the freckles running his shoulder blades. They were present on his face too, but not always entirely visible. It was cute - endearing – and you loved them. You continued running your hands down the dips either side of his spine. All those army drills and exercises he kept having to do were clearly working wonders. Not that Emmett Dutton was EVER built anything less than exceptional. And you hadn’t known him before he was doing them, either. But every time he stepped up a rank – or HAD to step up a rank – he would be called to further bootcamps that had you waiting once more... but... his return? Nothing better! He was rather bashful about undressing in front of you still – like a true gentleman – as he had just proven. But, oh my god. Did it always have you yearning he did it more often. He was perfect for you. So strong, but, yet he was so, sensitive..? Was that not a word for describing personalities? Well, hopefully not just a word for personality. He wasn’t built like half of the men you’d seen him command. But he was built for respect. And everyone did. Respect him. You liked that, it made you proud. And proud to be with him.
You were certainly more careful here; moving your hands in tender circular motions where you could now see clearer bruising. Reminding yourself he’d been stuck under pieces of a building… There was no doubt of that. You peppered his shoulders with even more gentle kisses as the droplets of water chased his spine. He hummed at that too. He was full of gratitude for every bit of love you would give him. He’d been away long enough. And you knew he would never seek affection from anyone else. So, you guessed, you’d both been lonely. And he deserved it – you couldn’t imagine what he’d seen in Darwin. But you knew it couldn’t have been pretty… Winding your arms around him again you pulled him back to the edge of the bath; propping your head back onto his shoulder; “I’m sorry.” “Now you’re sorry…?” He rested his head against yours “…Why?” “I should have come to see you.” “…I for one am certainly glad you did not. I could never forgive myself.” “But more often than I did.” “You were due out again. I’m glad you didn’t make the trip any earlier.” He folded his arms across the sides of the tub and turned to you; “But. I can make up for that instead.” “Oh? How so?” He bit his lips together gently before he smiled again, his eyes lighting up; “I can take you to Faraway Downs!” You propped yourself up on the side of the bath for a second, chin in your palm “…OH! Sarah and Drover?! Wait – now THERE is a place I don’t understand why you’ve never taken me.” “See. Exactly!? Was that a yes?” You gave a mysterious smile; “Persuade me…” “I don’t think I need to with what you just said.” “Emmett…!” “It’s the safest place in the North. The water is about to come up. It’s beautiful. You’ll really like it. I know you will. You like Sarah anyway, right? It’s also the kind of place you need to stay for a few days. Which gets both of us away from this.” You shook your head with a grin, and your sigh sounded at least a little sarcastic “Very persuasive Captain. I may have to take you up on this.” He raised an eyebrow; “May? May!? Come on Y/N we both know what you really want to say…” He had you laughing, and your laugh changed to an excited giggle under the weight of his dare ya stare; “Okay! Okay! Please! Let’s go! I can’t wait!”
You sat on the edge of the bath now. He looked a lot better. Maybe not physically now you could see the bruises all over his body, but he was a lot less tense. And he was smiling. And you were proud of yourself for that. “So… Tell me all about it.” He leant his elbows on the sides and tipped his head “About what?” “Darwin. Tell me about it.” “There’s truthfully not much to tell you about now, is there?” You smacked his arm playfully because you knew he was teasing you now; “No! But! Tell me what you’ve been doing there since I last stayed-!? Has it changed any? Would I like it?” He smiled “Oh! Uh huh. I think so… What with entering the war it changed a great deal. But… it’s a pity, you would have seen it all in full working order. A real sense of comradery. I think you would have enjoyed it.” “Was everyone nice?” “Not as nice as you.” He got you giggling again; “Aw. Come now, Captain! No one?” “No one.” He gave you a smile you couldn’t help but mirror “Is that surprising? Surely you know no one will compare to you?” “Do I? Do I…??” You hoped you weren’t blushing at his flirting as you pretended to think hard on it. But he wasn’t a fan of that; “Oh! Come off it!” He splashed you with water, making you shriek, but still giggle as you splashed him back. He next splash was a little too forceful. “OH! Oh-! Y/N! I’m SO sorry!” But he laughed through his apology. “It’s a good thing this dress was already messed up, huh?” You grinned. “Don’t worry, Mr.Dutton, I’ll get you back!” you gave a wink. He groaned, leaning back and running his hands through his hair; “Of that I have no doubt!” Having said that, the water seemed to be cooling off… “You sure you’re not read to leave?” He settled back in the water “Hmmm… Not quite.” “Can I get you anything? Tea?” “Tea? Tea!?” Then he smiled “Sweetheart, would you?” You gave a nod “I will. This once!” leaving him with another teasing wink “Don’t go anywhere captain!” He laughed and called after you “As if there is anywhere I would rather be?”
You made his tea as carefully as if you had been making it for the King himself. He was very specific. You were used to watching the way he would measure his milk and sugar exactly; almost to the drop and grain. At first it made you laugh. But now you thought it was just a very cute habit he had. You took it back to him with your best smile. “Thank you…” He took a sip, satisfied in the sigh he let out “Oh yes. That’s… just right.” He eyed your dress again “I do feel terrible though!” “Don’t worry. I said I’d get you back, and I will.” You sat and talked about subject that were pretty nonsensical as he sipped his tea, time passing catch up conversations that always skirted the deeper subjects that were really at hand. Still, his tales of the rescues going on in Darwin, especially of the boys from the Mission, had you smiling. No wonder it had taken him so long to get back to you... But neither of you wanted that kind of deep conversation right now. He was more than happy to keep away from it all for a while. Eventually he announced he was ready to leave and handed the empty cup back to you gratefully. You returned with towels. And this time he stood without making you turn around. But you respectfully kept your eyes on his face as you wrapped him in one carefully. You let him tie it around his waist as you retrieved another, placing it around his shoulders you gave him another kiss to the forehead and gathered a third for his hair… He laughed, touching his head lightly to yours as you dried his hair which only made you laugh, and finally – finally you accepted a kiss. It was as strange as it was exquisite, to have his lips back on yours. There was something so familiar, but so foreign, about it now. He reached back and let your hair tumble free of the clip so he could run his hands through it, and you pulled him closer to you. Water was dripping all over you and the bathroom floor but you hardly cared. Your heart swelled and you had to break the kiss for laughing, and crying. You were crying again but they were happy tears and he knew it, so he certainly wasn’t about to ask what was wrong. He let you rub gently at his arms to dry them off, before grabbing another towel and wrapping you up, stepping down out of the bath he pulled you closer to him. “Woah-! Captain what are you doing!?” “In case you didn’t notice, or simply forgot, that I got your dress wet too?” You were sure that if you had forgotten at all it was as likely this moments fault. The warmth of his body was quickly heating yours and there was nothing you wanted to do more now than cuddle into him. “I didn’t forget. I just don’t think I towel is going to cover it. Do you?” He gave a shrug. “I don’t know…” He laid it across your shoulders; “It’s probably a start.” You knew what he was trying to do, keep this smile on your face. Keep you in the moment. Keep you right here with him, and not where he knew your mind would start wandering if it got the chance. You guessed it worked as you leant up to kiss him again.
“Ah-!” You suddenly remembered something and pulled away from him again, crossing to the other side of the bathroom, “I probably shouldn’t let you stand around in wet towels now, should I? You’ll catch a cold! Or something! And you look like you need to do enough healing as it is!” You returned with clothes. He recognised instantly the soft off-white button up shirt you liked to see him in. “Hm! Not blue then?” You nudged him; “NO. The blue is a little too good. Now you’re relaxed the second thing you need is bed rest…” “Oh. Yes M’am.” You shook your head at the roll of his eyes, but you were still smiling as you folded your arms. “I’ll let you get changed…” you frowned “Are you going to be okay with the shirt?” “I’ll be fine…” You looked to the bruises again, now an even deeper shade of purple, unconvinced. But you knew that he would want to do things for himself too. “Alright, baby, let me know if not…” “I certainly will…” He watched you busy yourself with tidying up as he changed. Running his hands back through his hair to neaten it up in the mirror he kept his eyes following you. Smiling at the tune you were absent mindedly humming to yourself as you worked. He recognised it from Darwin; about the only dance you had let him have. He crossed to you, quickly, all at once caught up in an urge he couldn’t fight. He pulled you to him, making you gasp unawares. His arms wound around you and his embrace was tight. He was still so warm and you found yourself melting into him, you had to try to sneak your hands from between the two of you to return the favour and hold him too. “I love you.” It didn’t need a prompt. Or a reason. It was simply the truth.
**
You were still smiling to yourself standing on your small balcony even hours later. You were sure that was the effect of having him back. Even just being in his presence. He probably spent more time away from you than he did with you. Especially these days. You crossed your arms and rested your head on them, continuing to sun yourself. You had sent him to bed after making sure he’d eaten something at least a little substantial, and he was still lost in dreams now. Which you were glad of. He likely needed it. The sun warmed you through as much as he had and your dress hadn’t taken too long to dry. In the street below people were still celebrating the soldiers return – every so often yelling to each other. It was about the only sound the breeze carried with it. And you had to laugh at some of the things being shouted.
You’d left the doors to the balcony opened, with the light translucent curtains catching in the wind every so often. Emmett Dutton stirred from his dreams to see you standing out there. He chuckled to himself, folding his arms. There was something about you he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He never had. And it was something he was glad of; whatever that thing was kept him guessing. Kept him wondering what would happen when he left or returned to you. Made him wonder what the next letter would say; how you would react to his phone call... Anything. Really. You were the greatest mystery. It was probably the only one he wasn’t sure he wanted to figure out. He stretched tentatively, stopping just short of the pain he could feel building up. He definitely felt a lot better than he had when the truck had stopped this morning.
Well. Of course he did. Now he had you back. You turned at the sound of his yawn and walked back through into the bedroom. He was looking at you with pure adoration. And you threatened to start blushing and hide your face. Sometimes when he looked at you like that you couldn’t help it. You weren’t sure anyone ever had looked at you like that before him. “…You’re awake?” He nodded “And I’m feeling a lot better. Thank you.” “No need to thank me. You deserve it.” “But I do…” He reached for you, and you were happy to oblige, letting him take your hand; “…Of course I do…” He pulled you down so you sat on the bed and he ran his hands back into your hair “…So, thank you. Although it is barely enough.” “Baby…” It was the sincere way you said it, that look on your face, beyond grateful. Heartfelt. He pulled you forwards and into another kiss. Deep, almost desperate; to keep you here, to hold you here… He ran his hands down to the buttons on your dress; Emmett… Hold on…! You broke the kiss and your expression was obviously quizzical “…But you’re…? Hurt? I don’t want to…” He shook his head and kissed you again, although you’d placed your hands on his you didn’t resist him undoing the first button, and then the second. You realised he needed this – and you needed this too. “I’ll be fine. Fine… We’ll just… be sensible about this… Slow… gentle… We’ll be fine…” “You will STOP if you-” “Yes. I promise you…” It was your turn to kiss him, removing your hands from his you went for his shirt buttons too – no hesitation.
Sensible. Well that was Emmett all over. So you had no doubt. Slow and gentle? It had been months. You weren’t so sure… But you would try. For him and his condition, you would surely try…
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