Imagine # 682
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Year posted - 2020
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"(Y/n) do something!" Mae screeched at the younger woman, whom Fonz had become increasingly attached to, as he mind slowly deteriorated. (Y/n) had already intended to do something, anything really, but she needed to wait until he ceased his firing, knowing he'd gun her down without even realizing what he'd done. "Fonz!" She cried out from behind the wall she had ducked behind for cover, her voice catching the older man's attention in an instant. "Fonz I'm coming out, please don't shoot." She pleaded with him as she came out from behind the wall, slowly and cautiously with her hands in the air she walked through the door, and approached Fonz. "Fonz it's me (Y/n), do you remember me?" She swallowed her fear, knowing deep down if he did in fact remember her, he wouldn't hurt her. Fonz grunted at her in acknowledgement, before puffing at the carrot in his mouth, subconsciously believing it to be a cigar. "It's me (Y/n)." She repeated while slowing her steps a little. "(Y/n)." He repeated softly before nodding his head, and lowering his gun a little. "Yeah." He grunted letting her know he remembered her. "Put the gun down Fonz, please." She muttered calmly, now only three feet away from the old gangster. "'Mere." He waved her to him, grasping her hand when he could finally reach her. "I'll protect you from these murders." Added before spitting out the carrot, he tugged her to stand behind him. "Fonz hey look at me." (Y/n) cooed softly, knowing it would catch his attention like it always has. "It's okay, we're safe, I'm safe you're safe." She brushed back the hair that had fallen into his face. "It's okay I promise you Fonz, we're okay." She murmured before pulling him into a hug, smiling when he dropped the gun to hold onto her. "I love ya (Y/n)." Fonz sighed tiredly into her neck. "I love you too Fonz." (Y/n) whispered before kissing his forehead, for she really did love Fonz. He had always been a big part of her life, and she wouldn't dream of abandoning him now, not when he needed her the most. The only person he could remember without a doubt, even to his very last breath, his sweet (Y/n). The girl with a pretty smile, and a gentle touch.
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*I plan on writing something for a young Al Capone (Tom Hardy version), but this kinda popped into my head and I couldn't get it out.