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After watching Tombstone, I can't help but wonder what Dara or Ali (both if you're up to it) would think of a reader who's like Doc Holiday.

Sick as a dog at a CONSTANT but remains hella strong and fierce in combat. Dies sometimes, but always comes back, and is always ready for a fight. Like- lemme grab short scenes

https://youtube.com/shorts/9tjNYAQLhM0?si=xwbCP5qaXK4V1nMb

https://youtube.com/shorts/c0zP2QRXkrg?si=qTKrMlQkuUdfkld-

https://youtube.com/shorts/bEymttt_6T4?si=pj7eV9JQHPmim86q

What makes it better is that Doc beat everyone's ass.

Hey hey! So nice to hear from you again @queen-shiba ! 🥰

I watched the clips and OH MY GOD I LOVE this guy!!! He's so cool, I think I might just watch the movie myself!

I did my best to try emulate his character in the form of a female reader and I really hope it works, but I'm always happy to try again if you're not happy with it!

Also, I'm going to split what I've written into two parts, a) so it isn't too long and b) because I added some smut (with my love Dara, of course 🥺) and I'm not sure if you want that, so I'm separating it into a part 2 just in case you don't want to read it (if you do though, just let me know and I can tag you when I release it 😊).

The end of this town

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: depictions of violence

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Ali followed behind Dara as he led X into the tavern. He still couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed, especially when he glanced over at X and saw the way she stumbled over to the table Dara had found. Ali took the seat across from them, his curious gaze still trained on X as she slumped over the table tiredly.

“Delam?" (My heart?) Dara bent over to catch X’s eye after ordering them some food and drinks - she needed to get her energy back after all the magic she’d just spent on helping them escape. “The food will be here in a bit. Don’t worry, you’ll be all right.” Ali leaned over the table, eyes wide with disbelief.

“She’ll be all right?!” he repeated incredulously. “What about the entire village she almost decimated?!”

They’d chanced upon a quaint settlement whilst on their way to find X’s mother - the great Banu Manizeh. Of course, Ali had made his objections to the quest, his first priority being to return to the city he’d been exiled from by his own father - it was still better than chasing after a ghost, after all. But Dara had simply left him with the choice to join them or stay behind and starve to death in the desert - a choice that hadn’t really been a choice at all, Ali had grumbled quietly as he’d jumped onto the horse X had left for him. They’d reached the village soon after - a reasonably sized oasis with food and water and a proper bed on which they could rest their aching muscles. But then someone had recognised Ali, and the entire population had grabbed whatever weapons they could find so they could kill him and get the reward money. Dara had tried to fend them off for long enough that Ali could take X and make an escape, but they’d found themselves in a dead end - trapped by a solid brick wall on one side and a crowd of frenzied villagers on the other. Ali had recited a prayer as he’d raised his zulfiqar, ready to go down defending his honour, when suddenly, the entire mob flew backwards like a gust of wind had blown them off their feet. Those of them who hadn’t been knocked unconscious by smashing their skulls into the surrounding buildings had curled up in pain, bloodcurdling shrieks clawing their way up their throats along with the blood that oozed out of their mouths and nose. Ali had turned to grab X and seize the opportunity to make their escape, but she hadn’t seemed present anymore. He still remembered the cruel twist of her lips and the dangerous glint in her eyes, like something truly wicked had taken over her. Ali had watched in stunned silence as she’d taken a step forward, the sickening crunch of bones breaking following after her as she swept past the villagers. She was doing it, he’d realised with horror; she was using her healing powers to reach into their bodies and twist around their insides however she liked. The thought had made him sick to his stomach. Thankfully, Dara had quickly reappeared and bundled X up in his arms, his emerald eyes glowing with concern as he’d brought her out of her trance. X had returned to herself soon after, then collapsed against Dara, leaning on him for support. And that was how they’d ended up here: surrounded by a roomful of vagrants who at any moment do something to set X off. How had he landed himself in this situation again?

“Maybe if you’d kept your headscarf on, you marids-cursed sandfly,” Dara growled at him in anger, “we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we?!” Right. As always, everything bad that ever happened was his fault. Great. Dara ignored the tightening of Ali’s jaw as their waitress returned to set their food down on the table, his attention focused entirely on guiding small spoonfuls of food into X’s mouth. X sighed wearily and took the spoon from Dara to begin feeding herself. But Ali saw the way she continued to sneak glances at him, her full lips curling at the ends every time she saw the concern etched onto his features. His heart cracked at the sight.

“I’ll go get us some rooms for the night,” Ali decided, pushing himself off of his seat. Dara shot up immediately, his thick brows twisted into a frown as he stared Ali down.

“You will stay here and keep yourself hidden,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll go book the rooms.” He looked down at X then, already smiling up at him sweetly, and his expression softened. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers down the side of her cheek.

“Make sure you finish everything, jaaneman,” (my soul) he told her softly, his voice gentler than Ali had ever heard it before. X rolled her eyes affectionately, then turned to gesture to the numerous platters spread out across the table.

“You practically ordered me the entire tavern, jaane delam!” (the life of my heart) she exclaimed, her snickers quickly turning into weak coughs. Dara grabbed a glass of water and lifted it to her lips to get her to drink. She obliged, then grinned again when he’d set it back down. “I’ll explode if I try to finish all of it! Here, have some, Ali. You haven’t eaten anything either.”

Ali looked to Dara for permission - not that he needed his permission for anything - and found the warrior’s green eyes boring into him threateningly. X sighed again and nudged Dara with her shoulder, forcing him to look at her and see the frown on her face. Dara clenched his jaw, but silently relented, turning around to go get them some rooms. X pushed one of the plates over to Ali once Dara’s back was turned and he cautiously accepted it.

“So,” Ali cleared his throat once the silence around them had become too awkward to bear. “Are you all right? After … everything?” X shrugged and continued munching on the rice and vegetables laid before her.

“I’ll be fine,” she dismissed him nonchalantly. “Magic follows emotions, right? And I have pretty powerful emotions.” She tried to give him a mischievous smirk, but the effort required to raise her head seemed too much at that point, so she continued to remain slumped over the table as she ate her food.

Right. Was that why she seemed so tired all the time? Because her magic was so powerful that it drained her whenever she tried to use it? But she hadn’t seemed to be as sickly when he first met her - she’d probably been holding back then; hiding the true extent of her power so his father wouldn’t deem her too dangerous to keep around. Ali startled as a metal cup slammed down on the table in front of him and he looked up to find a grizzled, middle-aged man taking the seat beside X.

“You must have been working hard today to work up such an appetite, princess,” he murmured, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Think you can ‘squeeze in’ one more customer tonight?” The man glanced over the table behind them to exchange delighted snickers with his friends.

“Leave her alone!” Ali demanded, leaping to his feet and holding a hand out in warning. He rested his other palm on his zulfiqar, wanting to draw it instinctively, but knowing it would be dangerous to reveal himself here. The man eyed him up and down, then let out a disgusted snort.

“Mind your own business, crocodile,” the man insulted him before returning his lecherous gaze to X. He raised a hand to her head, meaning to reach out and twirl a strand of her hair between his sticky fingers, but she stopped him immediately.

“Don’t touch me,” X told him, her soft voice so at odds with the vice-like grip she had on his forearm. The man sputtered in shock as he tried to free himself from her grasp and X let go of him to continue eating her food. The man rubbed his wrist as he stood up, his eyes still wide with surprise. Then his expression hardened.

“You insolent whore!” he screamed, raising his hand to smack her with it. “I should- AHHHHHH!” He shrieked in pain and crumpled to the ground as he felt his blood pounding against his own skin, fighting to break free. Every face in the tavern spun around to face them at the commotion and Ali felt his heart start hammering in his chest with the fear of being discovered. He had to stop her before she gave them away! Or hurt someone! Or hurt everyone!

“Did you not have a mother or was she too busy crying over your cheating alcoholic scumbag of a father to teach you any manners?” X asked, pushing herself to her feet. Her tone was lazy, her movements slow and exhausted, but Ali saw that same terrifying gleam in her eyes as she looked down at the man.

“How dare you!” one of the man’s friends exclaimed as he shot to his feet. He swayed as he marched over to X, clearly inebriated, but delusional enough to think that he could take her in a fight. X sighed and placed a hand on his chest when he approached her, stopping him easily. Then she grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled him down as she raised her knee to slam it into his stomach. The man gasped, then began wheezing for breath as he sank to his knees beside his friend, still bleeding out of his nose on the ground.

“Anybody else want me to ‘squeeze them in’?” X asked, spreading her arms and spinning around to give the rest of the tavern a questioning look. “I’m feeling generous tonight, so I’ll even offer you a two for one special if you’re interested!” She let out a snicker, then stopped to cough again, the movement causing her to bend over so she could catch her breath. Ali took the chance to rush over to her side and lead her back to her seat so she wouldn’t cause any more of a ruckus than she already had. Ey khuda (oh God), did that goddamned Afshin have to teach her how to fight? When she was already so dangerous?! Ali held onto X’s arm as she lowered herself to the seat, but then he almost fell over when a fist struck the side of his head.

“Wha-” Ali turned around, dazed, and was met with the two more members of the man’s entourage. Was this never going to end?!

“Y-You … f-freaks!” One of the men wagged a finger in his face, his words slurred from all the alcohol in his system. He swung a fist at Ali but he caught it easily, holding the man in place.

“Sir, trust me, you don’t want to do this,” Ali warned him, more concerned about the drunk man than about the young woman happily munching on her food behind him.

“Sh-Sh-Shut up!” The other man yelled at Ali before smashing his glass down on the table. Then he held the jagged edges out before him, waving them around wildly as he tried to focus on his target. “Get out of the way, s-s-sandfly! We want that b*tch, not you.”

Ali winced at his words, knowing that it had been the wrong thing to say. X pushed herself up and turned to face the men, her lips pressed tight with anger. She grabbed the wrist of the man holding the broken glass and tugged him towards her with more force than she looked capable of wielding right then. She glanced at the man's companions, still curled up helplessly on the ground, then pulled her gaze back up to her current target.

“Why is it that the most unintelligent of men are always the loudest?” she asked, not bothering to wait for a response before punching the man square in the throat. He dropped his glass to clutch at his throat and staggered backwards as he desperately gasped for air. The last man standing howled with fury before charging at X, but she just bent over and calmly picked up the broken glass lying on the floor. The man tripped over her hunched form, flying across the room and landing on the table he'd previously been sitting at

“Wha-” he appeared disoriented for a few seconds, but then shook himself out of his daze and ran at X again. She held the glass in front of her as he approached, letting him ram his stomach right into the sharp edges. The man shrieked in horror as the blood began to trickle out of him, then he, too, was writhing around on the floor in agony. X smiled at the sight, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, then she lowered herself to her knees.

She was insane, she was actually insane! Forget about Ali accidentally giving away his identity and putting them all into danger, X might actually just get them all killed sometime soon! Ali knelt down beside X and shook her shoulder, trying to get her to abandon the man whose chest she'd placed her palms upon.

“X,” he hissed at her, his gaze flickering around the tavern discreetly to take in the aghast faces of the people around them. “X, get up. We have to go!”

X didn't listen, choosing instead to stay in position and continue healing the men she'd broken. She hadn't injured them that badly - it only seemed worse because they'd probably already downed half of the tavern's monthly supply of alcohol by the time she'd gotten there. But she'd sober them up now; fix their wounds and clear their minds so they'd know never to treat another woman with disrespect again. Honestly, the state of the world astounded her sometimes: how dare all these pathetic men beat and abuse the very beings who brought them to life, who nurtured them and gave them everything they could ever wish for. Dara would never treat her that way. Or allow anyone else to, for that matter.

She stood up, finally, and the men jumped to their feet at the same time. The four of them stared at X with a mixture of disgust and fear, then they began scrambling over each other to race out of the tavern.

“Finally!” One of the waitresses turned to grin at X, delighted by her show of bravery. Well, ‘foolishness’ was probably a more appropriate word for the situation, Ali thought to himself. “I thought we'd never get rid of the ‘furious four’!”

“‘Fumbling four’ is more like it,” one of the patrons added in jest.

“Or what about ‘frightened four’?” another suggested, waving his cup in the air in agreement. The crowd burst into laughter, all of them throwing their own coins into the pot, and Ali allowed himself a small sigh of relief. Maybe they really could be safe for one night; just one.

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