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Next Caller Pt 18

Straight to your room you went stealing the chance to let him in for once luring out his grin again at your amusement in the task. At the hall past the main living area you split up in the hall and his hand reluctantly left your side.

Behind closed doors nerves were still there at having to strip, even in private. Your formerly untidy bed now made up with an odd colored toffee on the pillow next to a fish keychain you smirked at the little puffer fish that when squeezed and it’s eyes lit up. Adding that to your bag you started with your shoes, socks followed after and in a slight wiggle you lowered your jeans after emptying our pockets on the bed.

A tug over your head had your shirt off and added to the folded pile you returned to your suitcase and in just your bra and panties in a tempting lace coated black bra with cute boy shorts to match you pulled your hair tie out and wound your hair up into a high bun hoping to keep it mainly out of the way. From the foot of the bed you lifted the embroidered fish coated robe waiting there and eased it on and slid your feet into the slippers coated in colorful embroidered fish.

Tying the sash you crossed the room and let yourself out with phone in hand after locking your wallet in your satchel inside the suitcase with your goody bag. Out into the living room you walked and sat on the edge of the couch wondering how this would go. After all it would be your first time next to naked with not just him but any man that wasn’t a physician doing a check up.

And in his exit from the hall it seemed he had caught your nerves or found some of his own by his timid blush and throat clearing to say, “Just a small walk now. Then we get to rubbing.” At that his brows inched up and he said, “Not, us, but-, we’re getting rubbers.” But that only made him inhale as you giggled to yourself and stood.

“Come on, before all the blood goes to your head and your feet go numb.” You said taking a step to him claiming his hand leading the way to the door, by which you had left your key and picked it up to pocket ensuring you wouldn’t forget it. “Let’s go find our rubbers,” you murmured, giggling at his next sharp inhale.

“At least you find my verbal blunders amusing.”

“How could I not? What a thrill make a guy like you blush.”

To himself he muttered, “Guy like me…” within sight of the door to the spa with golden fish blowing jets of golden sculpted water forming the frame to the screen like white door revealing the lights from inside with golden letters on the door naming it he spa center for your floor.

A grin eased across the face of the woman at the desk as well as the pair of masseuses who walked around a half wall bowing their heads and naming themselves as Bo and Jo.

Bo, “I see you are from #,” motioning to the room number on the pin on the collar of your robes.

Jo however said, “Miss, if you are uncomfortable with a male massaging you we do have a Dam available to swap with me.”

You shook your head to the sweet seeming burly probably could blink a Boulder in half hunk of a Dwarf beside his identical brother, in all but a couple inches in the belly and his darker chocolate hair. “A male is fine.”

At that their hands motioned to the side, saying together, “This way, if you please.”

A spacious orange tinted room filled with the scent of grapefruit welcomed you and Bo said, “Now we have chosen the lavender free room, it is not uncommon for some to have an aversion or irritation to the supposedly calming scent. Are there any injuries or tender spots we should be aware of?”

Thorin said, “My left hip, had a bad dislocation once and it might give off a bad pop but other than that I should be fine.”

The pair looked to you and you said, “My left shoulder is a bit tender, well it’s more along he collarbone really, and my right hamstring doesn’t flex as much as the left. Pulled or tore something ages ago, and it just hasn’t been the same.”

Jo smirked saying, “I will certainly see what I can do about that.”

Bo stated in his turn for the covered tables a couple feet apart, “If you would remove your robes and stretch out on your bellies please.”

The pair turned with towels in their hands and lowering your eyes you turned to the table easing off your robe you had loosened the sash to feeling the Dwarf eyeing the scattered former nicks and cuts across your back.

Jo, “Do you play contact sports?”

“No, I was an engineer for naval carriers.”

“Wow,” the Twins replied.

“Used to be the go to one for all the tight places.”

Up onto the table you climbed and shifted to lay out on your belly reaching back to unhook your bra you shifted your shoulders free from the straps while he covered your backside wondering at the brand like scar on the back of your thigh just under your butt cheek halfway hidden by your underwear.

Bo asked as Thorin laid out on his, “Did you serve as well?”

Softly you said holding your bra over your cleavage in settling flat, “You know I’ve never asked you that.”

After a weak chuckle he said in a glance at you, “Tank mechanic mostly. Me and Dwalin, Balin has just retired, not much action but we did get to work on a HailBird Jet once. Couldn’t find anyone else around so they settled for us, but it was amazing.”

“Not much action is a good thing,” you said laying flat aligning your face in the cushioned pocket while he did the same and the brothers guided your arms back how they wanted them at your sides. From your shoulders down the pair worked and slowly you could feel your eyes trying to droop at the combination of their healing chants to help relax your bodies and hidden aches. Though as soon as his hand touched just above your right knee your eyes shot wide open at the intense shooting pain you felt in your knee. In biting our lip you kept quiet, only deepening your breaths to show your pain and Jo said, “Ah, that’s what it is. You’ve got a Mburr knot.”

Bo said, “Nasty things.”

Jo reached over grabbing a small set of acupuncture needles he warned you and tapped his finger where each was going. A simple count down later and you felt the pricks of the needles and the pain simply circling inside the barriers of the needles. Below the needles he worked his thumbs down to the heel of your foot he pressed on hard sliding his thumbs down into the arch of your foot dissipating the pain steadily. Down to your toes he curled back his hand molded then slowly he raised your leg to bend back. A few simple rotations of your ankle and it popped loudly making you lift your head only to lay it down again at Bo’s saying, “Should be eased out now, Miss.”

Jo lowered your leg and removed the needles and began to rub your leg again instantly making you realize the tension was gone. “See, all better.”

“I got no clue how the doctors I’ve seen on that couldn’t fix it before.”

Jo, “Mainly Dwarves get them. Did you have a bad fall?”

“My carrier was attacked. It came when it tipped over, tried to stop myself on a wall.”

Bo, “That’ll do it.”

Carefully after your other legs were done the pair lifted the towels and Jo raised the second above the one covering your hips to lay over your chest in their instruction for you to turn over. After securing your bra strap again you shifted to turn onto your back stealing a glimpse at Thorin’s tiny adjustments to be in the center of the table and dark hair coated chest rising in a deep breath. In your look back he stole a glimpse of his own at your arms shifting allowing the momentarily stunned Jo to fold the towel over your chest you laid your arms over. Clearly both brothers had seen your piercings and in a rubbing of their palms together they said, “Alright, starting at the top again.”

Carefully inspecting your left shoulder Jo said, “Nice tattoo,”

“Thank you, Thorin’s,” you looked at Thorin on your right, “Dwalin and Bilbo aren’t married yet, are they?”

“Not yet, no. Still partners.” he replied catching your eye, having already been looking at you still when you turned your head.

Looking back to Jo you said, “His cousin’s partner helped to cover some old scars.”

Jo nodded, “It’s incredible work, couldn’t tell there was a scar there.” Lowering his hands to smooth his fingers around your shoulders to do a slight adjustment on your head to trail his fingers around your neck and work his way down. Feeling how serious the scars are. Carefully working each arm to the fingers then moved onto the other. Skipping your pectorals his hands eased to your ribs below the towel and over your belly he worked down to your hips and made slight shifts of your legs to press his way down them. Trailing his fingers firmly over the tops of your feet he worked around your ankles and the bottoms of your feet asking, “You like bunnies?”

“They are adorable.”

Bo feeling the swirling tension growing in Thorin stated, “You know our sister had a vicious bunny when we were little. Couldn’t do anything with it, not even pet it, used to try to bite and claw at us.”

“She must have had a hare then, domestic variations are less hostile in cages.”

Bo, “She did find it hurt in our yard and patched him up. That explains a lot.” Before his brother could speak he said, “I think it’s time for some hot rocks and meditations.”

Across your bodies hot rocks were placed with comments to alert them if they were too hot then the pair left the room and you couldn’t help but giggle and ask near to a whisper, “So we just lay here? How long are they gone for?”

Thorin hummed back, “They were gone for 673 Khazad-Dum’s last year by Dwalin’s count.”

Again you giggled making him chuckle again, “I can’t imagine how relaxing 673 would be. Probably more unsettling than relaxing.”

“Not really. I usually try to name as many of a thing as possible.”

“I can’t imagine how thrilling your family gatherings are with you at the helm.”

Lowly he chuckled trying not to laugh too hard and shift the stones or alert the pair you were not relaxing as planned. “I am rarely at the helm.”

“Pity,”

“Keep teasing and you’ll find yourself at ample.”

“Oh I don’t doubt I’ve been penned into several already even before your threat. Or did you forget how your cousin simply put my name on a ticket and bought me a shirt for this without even you knowing.”

“He truly didn’t want to leave Frodo, I don’t doubt that.”

“Who would want to? Adorable big blue eyes, those curls and adorably big footed little sunflower. I got one hug and I almost didn’t want to let go, so sweet.”

“Do you want kids?”

With a smirk you teased back, “Depends,” that had his head turn to glance your way, “Are you offering or asking for someone else?”

Thorin scoffed and rumbled back with a cracked grin, “I’m asking to ask. Dis wanted one, she’s will having three and four now, Amad wanted seven, was only gifted three, Balin’s wife was told she couldn’t have any, they were blessed a bit ago with their girl.”

“I don’t know. I helped with my sisters, so I’ve successfully minded them for vacations for Naneth when they were toddlers. I could handle the, bad term, but work for it. I don’t know. For Elleth’s it really isn’t uncommon, until you meet someone that sort of lights that, yearning for a nest and a family. I know she was scared when she had me she wouldn’t be able to love me.” That had him look at you again, “Most women face that, I’ve read, when they conceive unwillingly. I don’t harbor resentment for that, I understand, she said the moment of the first flutter she was enamored, fears just melted away. Prayed to the Valar so hard for guidance and strength, then she felt it.”

“I doubt she could have done anything else.”

“So, I don’t know. Though I’d always assumed I’d either have one or a whole herd, no medium ground.”

“You mean middle.” You glanced at him, “The phrase, middle ground.”

“Is it?” he nodded and you turned your head, “Hmm. Very odd. Doesn’t taste right.” Making him smirk in his try not to laugh. “You?”

“Do I taste right?”

It was your turn to giggle but you didn’t and fired back, “Well I haven’t tried, but you certainly haven’t offered permission.”

Again he chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Pebbles, yes, I want pebbles.”

Giggling to yourself you muttered, “Pebbles.” Deepening his smirk, “Suppose you can really say chip off the old block then, huh?”

“Yes, you could.”

“It’s figurative stone, right?”

“Hmm?”

“I mean, and I wouldn’t, but, if I say cut off your arm there wouldn’t be actual stone, in you?”

Again he chuckled and replied, “Elves have a sort of misty, glittery substance, similar to Hobbits’ and our bones are sort of like that. If you looked at an xray of us our bones, sort of, pulse on the image. It seeps into our blood, which inside us, glows.”

“Hmm.”

“I always wanted a big hoard of Pebbles. Even Gran hoped I would, assumed more like.”

“Your Hobbit Gran?”

“Yes.”

“They tend to do that, get a feeling.”

“She had a lot of those.”

“They do. How many Moria’s do you think that was?”

“I think we’re close.”

“Have you been to Moria?”

“Yes, clan insists on it, pay our respects to Durin. You?”

“Couple times with Thranduil,”

“Greenleaf?”

“Yup, art based charity events mostly. Though, and you can’t tell anyone this,” he glanced at you again with an expecting smirk, “I have a jar of Mirromere water.”

Softly he faked a gasp then rumbled back playfully, “So do I. It glows in the moonlight.”

“I’m tempted to add it to my fountain, but I think that might give me away. Legolas actually filled two, just little ones, like travel shot glasses, he was just so small I couldn’t turn him in. So proud of his jar of starlight, just like in the stories.”

“Frerin asked me for my paint jars I’d emptied the day before on our trip, after he’d already taken them. Showed me and Dis later that night, ‘our little secret’ said Durin wouldn’t mind, us being his heirs and all that.”

“Devious Durin boys.” Making him chuckle to himself and steal a glimpse and grin wider seeing you grinning to yourself.

In a hum he replied, “Amad didn’t name me Darer for nothing.” Making you giggle again then fall silent at the door handle turning.

The rocks were removed and coated in a sprits of oils you eyed the pair as they said, “Your nail team is ready if you wanted to get back into your robes.” Claiming the towels the pair brought over your robes and once you were on your feet, and had looped your arms back into your bra straps and eased your arms back into your robe.

In tying your sash again Jo flashed you a grin, “Leg feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

His eyes scanned over you and he said, “Well if you need anything, you can call here and ask for us.” You nodded and took in his hinting tone in their joint path to the door not giving you or Thorin a chance to say anything.

Playfully to Thorin, fully blocked from view by his chest you mouthed, “Us,” making him smirk again in the duo of Hobbit ladies wheeling in their pre stocked carts with supplies for the treatments Dwalin had given them over the phone.

Into the lounging seats you were guided at the joint uv equipped tables and from filing, cuticle trimming, buffing a simple base coat was laid beginning the swapping of your green coating to your nails. Thorin however was getting a fuller hand massage ending in the final segment of your nail process with a simpler manicure for his nails finishing just as yours did. A simple layer of lotion came with your being moved over to the pedicure chairs. The one with heavy cushions in it clearly yours enabling you to sit back and relax as Thorin did while being pampered. Simple clear coats were for you both and with some more lotion slicked on and given a moment to settle in you sat chatting about what you might watch while waiting for the dinner you would have to decide on once you got back.

“Seriously, we’re meditating again?”

Thorin couldn’t help but chuckle and run his hand over his eyebrows at your soft whisper after the pair of Hobbits had gone.

“The creams have to soak in.”

“Huh..”

He glanced at you and said, “So you both enjoy and have little patience for being pampered. Intriguing notion.”

“I mean they could leave a puzzle or something. I don’t have much downtime. Even then I have hobbies or chores.”

“You watch tv.”

“Yes but that’s my nestling time. It’s designated do nothing time.”

“We’re meant to clear our minds and relax fully.” Your brow inched up and his grin split wider, “Alright, I can’t stand it either, Dwalin and I usually make up games. I seriously debate on trusting people if they can really clear their minds. Every time I’ve cleared mine it seems like I’m snapped back into every horror film ever and any tiny noise just drives me insane. I need some rambling or elevator music in my head to be calm.”

“Exactly. Naturally silence is more of a trigger for panic than anything. I mean you take nature for instance, you should hear birds or squirrels or tiny little toads, the odd deer and bugs in the woods, lizards and buzzards and sand bunnies and foxes in the dessert. Even in snowy places they have bears and foxes and seals and such. Dead silence means everyone’s watching the big bad guy come down on somebody.”

To himself he chuckled and said, “So, what was running through your mind then in the pedicure?”

“I think I’m gonna order that tree desk and table when I get paid.”

“That’s good.”

“Not really.”

“How so?”

“You know about my father and his family,” he nodded, “Well, I’m the only living heir, legally public one at least. So I inherited everything. Billions, I have, billions, do you have billions?!”

Chuckling thorough his answer he replied, “With a b no, with an m yes. My own inheritance in a trust set up from a relative when I was born. We all got the same amount to help us start.”

“It’s so freaking odd. Just having money.”

“You could buy a car now.”

You pointed at him, “Don’t even, I don’t need to be blowing money. I need to be sensible.”

“How is a car not sensible?”

“I just bought a house! A house! Which I could pay off much sooner...I might double my payments each month maybe...but I think a desk and a table would be an ok start.”

Curiously he asked, “Is it the money or who you got it from?”

“They wouldn’t even let me touch their furniture, now I have the liquidated assets from everything all of them had. Everything Even those fake books with bills and rolls of gold and silver coins tucked inside, full trunk of them the lawyer’s sending my way. More money than I could ever spend.” After a pause you added in a disheartened tone, “Right when I was going to make my own money, build my own little hoard.”

Instantly feeling the meaning of your words he said, “You could start a scholarship fund or something. Or maybe one day you’ll need a wad of cash for a building or, home base for a business venture you might like. You don’t have to touch it if it bothers you.”

“I know.” In a sigh you said, “I know I shouldn’t complain...”

“You have no reason to apologize. I understand, with my family it’s hard to be set apart and find your own stride and wealth, even I have my own funds set apart from my trust. For what you’ve managed alone in spite of their efforts is astounding to say the least. To manage alone, especially in Dwarven territories is spectacular, you have to know that. Please don’t ever apologize for being proud of what you’ve earned on your own. I understand completely. Just, think of better things for now, like dinner,” he said with a smirk at your creeping grin coming back out again.

The pair came back in and aided in your climb down off the recliners saying, “We do hope you feel refreshed and will be able to sleep well for tomorrow’s portion of the expo. We will show you out.”

The same halls wound in reverse finding you back at the lobby staring at the other side of the double doors. Behind the wall again Bo and Jo perked up seeing you again and said, “Sleep well, and if you need anything to help you sleep we’re a call away.”

You nodded and turned, “Will do, and thank you again, for fixing my leg.”

Jo beamed looking you over in your plushy robe and slippers, “Any time.” Holding his expression in the closing of the door behind you that Thorin has opened.

In the hall you smirked turning to take an extra step to be at Thorin’s side. Until you rounded the first corner you held in your giggle, the one that had Thorin looking down at you curiously snapping out of his mental spin at the pair that had been waiting to say goodbye to you. Lowly you whispered, “I wonder what they might have had hidden away to help sleep. Hopefully not more meditations.”

Lowly Thorin chuckled and smiled facing forward again shifting his arm back at your step into his side avoiding a dinner cart with a man who nodded his head and greeted you both kindly. In the next turn he replied, “Probably tapes of whale sounds or something.”

“Great, wailing mammals, that really knocks me out,” You said sarcastically making him chuckle again. Bumping your elbow into his when he brought out his card key for the door he turned his head to find you looking up at him, “Thank you, again.”

“I’m glad even in their flirting you got some help out of it. Your leg feels better?”

Inside the door you raised up on your toes and lowered again bending your leg at the knee and rotating your ankle, “Still a bit sore, but it’s nowhere near at tight as it was. Finally let up. How’s your hip?”

“Hip’s good.”

“Did you want me to try rubbing your leg? Maybe without the meditations and needles it could help.”

“I’ll be fine, can’t have you pay for someone to rub me down then do it yourself.”

“Why not? If you’re in pain and I can help-,”

“It’s sore, that will fade. Focus on dinner Mr Mug Dealer.”

Through a sigh he gave you a plotting narrowed gaze and turned for the smaller couch by the phone he sat down on with the menu on his lap that when you sat down he shifted for you to see as well. At the crossing of your sore leg over the other he smirked and waited through deciding on what you wanted and his calling in the order and the one for breakfast the following morning. While he hung up the phone you turned on the tv at his saying you could choose the channel only to glance at his arm dropping over your crossed legs his hand folded around. Easily they were shifted to lay across his lap and he chuckled to himself at your scoff. “Just can’t help yourself.”

“Or you apparently without a fight.” Easing his palms against the back of your leg feeling where the muscle was a bit tense still but loosening up while he smoothed pressure across it.

“I just realized something,” he said in your shift to lounge sideways easing his task luring your eyes back to him, “That first stop into the shop you said you pulled a stunt at the station, then the next day you said you got put on a new project, I never asked what the project was. Said it came with a raise.”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” His brow inched up, “You listen to it four days a week.”

His lips parted, “Ah, so you got put on the Bunny show. One of the voice actors? I read online you’ve done voice over before on a show that lasted three seasons, they are in the mail still so I haven’t exactly been able to see what you can do yet.”

To yourself you giggled and said, “That show, ya, wrote, drew and voiced for it.”

“So you’re one of the voice actors?”

“You could say that, ya, one of them.”

Playfully his eyes narrowed at you in his smirk, “I can’t imagine which, they all sound so-,”

“You’d be surprised who I can sound like if I put some practice into it. Could even fool a Dwarf or two with some Khuzdul. Certainly had the time to practice.”

“I bet, especially after learning Raven tongue.”

With the channel the topic changed and it wasn’t till the food had arrived and well into your first glasses of the raspberry wine you dared to try tonight over the last where you stuck to tamer drinks that the topic shifted again.

“Could I ask you something probably a bit painful?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” You said lifting your glass to finish the last of it off.

“Growing up we obviously studied the wars, and Ruun came up. There are pictures, it was a deserted junk heap from our view, but you lived there and I’m curious, what was it like?” He said refilling your glass.

“Well, it’s hard to say exactly.”

“No, I understand, I know the carrier attack must have been terrifying, to think back to that time, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“That’s not what I meant.” His eyes snapped to yours from his glass he was reaching for to finish off his own bit of wine washing the taste of regret for asking out of his mouth had been his intention.

“The carrier was sinking, and these arms would just come down out of, I don’t know what to call it, not a drone, but bigger, attached to their own ship and your names would be read and they would decipher who was worth keeping or not. We got thrown into these pitch black tubes, clinging to one another till they tore us out for processing. Cutting our outer robes off us, taking our weapons if we had any, tearing off the sleeves to our tunics and then hurl us into the tagging benches. And my arm was already so badly damaged from the blast,” at the crack in your voice his chest clenched only to see you give a slight shake to your head to keep going. Lost if he should move his chair closer to try and hold one of the hands you were wringing on your lap.

“And they had such little security, so I found a way to try and stop it all. I was so scared of what my Naneth would read about how I was taken and what they might do. I got this idea she could just start over, no me to look to the mailbox for, no reason to look back again. But they found me and they dosed me, the others said we were in that place for weeks, but I woke up in that cage when the shoot opened, falling to the ground.

They had these books on Ruun, mountains looked like, just thousands of them just bleaching in the sun. They would raid libraries and cast the unusable ones on Ruun. And I found this book on Durin the Deathless, in bits and fragments I learned what I could about anything.” A faint grin easing across his lips at your arms rising to cross on the table in front of you marking your returning ease on the subject.

“I would burrow under this large tree in this mini cave I found to sleep since the others wouldn’t let me near their camp without arming themselves. Through the day I would take breaks on the beach between books, you can go three weeks without food, and they would drop it every two weeks. The others got first dibs, but by the first one I found this stretch of land where this seed canister had exploded and there was carrots and wheat and corn. They were small sprouts but I got the encyclopedia on planting and fixed their positions and they just exploded. Wasn’t hard to work up pots and utensils and a makeshift stove. Between planting and reading I had found this typewriter that I worked on, and between working that back into shape and hearing the ocean lapping and reciting old interesting tidbits from the book I met the Countess.”

“She’s real then?” He all but hummed out.

“She was to me. Growing up with laws, no art, no stories, no dreams, then they drop me on that island and it all just exploded. She showed up next to me on the breeze and said,” At once his grin deepened seeing the glow in your eyes growing and spreading grin with his lips just barely parting as you spoke in the Countess’ voice flawlessly, “‘You look like you need a story. Well have I got one for you Darling.’” Snapping out of the voice his tongue darted out to wet his lips as things started to fall into place for him. “You can learn a lot about someone in 48 years, and she told me it all. From Wolsey and their first meeting, him bleeding every time they met, my comment of my Naneth told me an ounce of blood for an ounce of love and she fired back, ‘Well then Darling I had love by the gallon.’” Again you had flinched in and out of her voice so fluidly it stunned him.

“Your Naneth truly said that? Ounce of blood for an ounce of love?”

“What wouldn’t you sacrifice for the ones you love? She sacrificed and endured for hers.”

“She must be phenomenal if you are in her likeness.” Seeing your bashful blush and hint of glancing away in another sip he asked, “What happened next? With the Countess?”

“After a few months of mental noting of the stories I started to take the bleached books, once the typewriter was fixed, and I would apologize, tearing the pages out to write out the first draft. There were some spots where the old letters and new ones would bleed together, and it always seemed to be in the sad parts, like tear drops. I still have them, and some of the others used to come and double check I wasn’t building weapons or anything but they started to listen to my drafts and word spread I was writing stories. They needed a distraction, and we started to talk. I was more than my name for once.

I got back and I had my typewriter and these stories and every doctor my father sent my way tried to say I had a break with reality, but it was something so much more powerful than that. It’s like, the most vivid daydreams and imaginary friends and worlds. I know they weren’t there, they would pop up and then pop off. And I came home telling my Naneth about these stories and she was so happy, she knew I was ok, a bit sad, but I made it through. So no, other than the crabs trying to run me out of my bed Ruun was fairly amiable of a place, at least for me.”

Seeping in slowly the notion began to settle, and he couldn’t tell if it was the day together or the wine that had eased this truth out of you, but all this time he’d known the elusive Bunny. You had said days prior it was your show that got picked up by Gorgo, hinted to Balin you knew the tale best and seems to be the only one around not reciting or commenting about the show at all.

And it all made perfect sense, you had stolen that first spot of dead air and hooked the world on your tale of freedom. Why the tale was so perfect and fully fleshed out, over 700 years you had perfected it and it showed in every addictive word leaving you hanging on for more. From the moment you landed on that island you realized you were free to find yourself and do as you wished for once, found yourself in a wasteland turned haven by your words. With a pride bolstering hint of help from a book on his ancestors. No doubt those tales had helped to guide your fellow soldiers through the harsh day to day. No doubt the internal explosion you felt enough to have imagined all this up to where you could actually picture them beside you as your very first true friends out for just you and your happiness without any remorse or regrets. You became Bunny on that island, and he had no clue how it had taken him this long to see.

It was casually slipped in, mention of the book, and in a glance at the empty wine bottle he would wait on delving in for details on the book, waiting to see if you remembered telling him, if and when you would show full trust to show him this side of you without being bashful. 800+ years could be borderline passion or obsession, and by the glow in your eyes, joy in your tone and the beaming smile on your face in the fleeting topic he found your balance to his tea.

This could work. He kept reciting it in his head. He had shown his passion and you were easing out yours, tea and a great story go hand in hand and it really did seem dated to be that the day you walked into his life his little shop that had nearly grown stagnant in interest for others had blossomed into so much more. It was more than financial or work based coexistence, there was a true friendship there that could only grow from here, now all he had to do was to be patient and let you in your exuberant yet timid glory come out full tilt as you gained more confidence that you were free. Free to set down roots, to have friends, to choose him if you were so inclined. It had been hinted and boldly stated that you found him attractive and post, still in your robes and undies dinner, off to separate beds you went with a statement to see one another at breakfast.

It was the most grueling thing to say goodnight with that natural candlelit glow reflecting off you and your tipsy adoring smile being sent his way he no doubt was a beet red idiot beaming right back. But he had to wait and not allow himself to ruin your friendship by taking advantage of you being alone or ever making you assume anything physical was his intention in bringing you here.

Sprawled across his bed he couldn’t stop thinking about the nonexistent candles you put to shame. You were glowing, sparkling ever so slightly like moonlit snow and his brain just equated it to candle light he clearly hadn’t noticed wasn’t there. He hated hearing about Elves glowing. Expecting mothers glowed, giggling babies glowed, that was true, but from years of hearing Frerin then the boys in their dabbles with Elves in their dating lives he had heard way too much about this fabled glow blissful Elves gave off. Even Hobbits seemed to have their own aura of loveliness according to Dwalin, a fact he knew to be true seeing his Hobbit relatives and most recently his love struck cousin and soon to be cousin in law and young nephew he absolutely adored as well. Dams were also said to glow when in love, but deep in his pit of denial for years he loathed hearing about a glow he never saw on his ex who clearly had her muffin boy to glow for while all he got was her shrewd left overs.

Yet staring up at the ceiling all his mind could circle on was how unabashedly ethereal you looked in that light shimmering and radiating off your exposed bits of skin under that plushy robe and your equally as radiant hair slipping free from its messy bun just beckoning him to tie it back into as many braids as his heart desired. And damnit all didn’t he ache to have that sight of you like that across the table from him each morning and night. All his, for no one else, decades eased before his eyes in leaving his robe at the foot of the bed he crawled into ignorant of the stiffness underneath him with the clouds he was floating on to be in the presence of an angel like you.

Contently sighing you sat on your bed you had just pulled the covers back on and turned with lips pursed a moment in search of your ringing phone you brought out of your pocket. A grin eased across your face as you answered your friend’s call. “Millie Mal! There you are!”

Blinking in confusion at the nickname Mal shifted on her bench of her vanity as if there had been another she could share an odd expression with, bolstering her former point she wet her lips saying, “What is this I hear that you’re in Rohan?! From my uncle of all people in passing through my shift at the shop.”

“Well Dwalin planned it.”

“My point being, you’re in Rohan with Thorin and you didn’t tell me! You’ve been there a night already, now on your second and this is the first I am hearing of it! Now you spill everything.”

“I didn’t plan it. Not much to tell, other than I go for tea, and there’s a ticket with my name on it and Dwalin gave me the shirt and then I have luggage now, with these cute phrases on them and white corners and handles, oh you have to see them! There was the plane then a long drive over a lake into this mountain and the walls here are aquariums, the beds are dreadful but I suppose Men have their flimsy bones to protect...and these fish keep staring at me. Why do fish always stare at me,” you rambled not realizing your natural glow and shimmer had grown as you were closer to dozing off.

“Jaqi are you drunk? You don’t drink and you sound drunk.”

“No, if I were drunk I would be naked. I’m in my underwear, and this robe, it’s so soft I think I’m gonna keep it, they’re gonna charge fifty for it but it’s got fish on it and Thorin keeps trying to encourage me to shop. Not a fan of the slippers though, but they are a set I suppose.”

“Where is Thorin?”

“He’s in bed.”

“With you?!”

“No, there’s another one, that way.” You said pointing in clearly the wrong direction by mistake haven climbed into the bed on the opposite side from the night before.

“Jaqi go to sleep.”

“But we’re talking, and you sound like you’re pretty tonight. Fixed your hair or something..”

Mal trying not to cry while grinning at her actually having fixed her hair for herself in a fancy braid that night her fingers smoothed over as it laid across her chest feeling accomplished at having mastered the style from a video online. Saying again, “Jaqi go to bed I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Ok, night night pretty lady.” You said laying out across the bed stretching out your legs with eyes easing shut already in your body wiggling out of the open robe.

Giggling her reply she said, “Goodnight yourself, lovely lady.” Hanging up at your content sigh turning to glance at her mirror again she stole a few more pictures of the style she had told the boys about and would send to them tomorrow when they were off their flight.

Pt 19

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 5 years

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Deacon St. John || The Sarkoski Siblings [2/2]

A/n: I just wanted to swing by and give hugs and kisses to all the people who've been liking my crappy stories.

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

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***** Prompt: A couple of days have passed since your departure with Carlos. Deacon and Skizzo have been complete messes during your absence. Deacon finally snaps, unable to withstand the thoughts of what the Rippers could possibly be doing to you. He heads to Iron Butte on a rescue mission and doesn't plan on coming back until you're safe and by his side. *****

~3rd Person POV~

"Fuck it. I can't stand this anymore," Deacon growled under his breath as he stormed over to his bike.

Before he could ride off, Rikki rushed over and placed her hands on the handlebars of the motorcycle. "Whoa there, Deek. You can't just ride into Iron Butte guns ablazing and search for (Y/n). You'll be risking your life and possibly hers."

"She's been with those unhinged assholes long enough. If I wait any longer, she'll be dead by the time I find her." Deacon scowled at the mechanical engineer as he spoke. "And I'll make sure to take care of Carlos, too, while I'm gone. Kill the leader, kill the rebellion."

"(Y/n)'s a tough girl. She can withstand whatever those bastards throw her way. As for the "killing the leader" part, you might end up enraging the rebellion instead of stopping it."

Deacon leaned against his bike, eyes boring into Rikki's. "I don't give a damn as long as (Y/n)'s safe. I'll kill all the Rippers if I have to in order for that to happen."

The woman exhaled, running a gloved hand across her forehead. "You're really protective of her. Gotta admit, I'm... a little surprised. Guess love does that to some people."

Deacon went to retort, but Skizzo interrupted their conversation. "If you're goin' after my sis, I'm coming, too."

"Hell no," the drifter snappily responds. "You'd only get in the way."

"(Y/n)'s my fuckin' sister and it's my fault Carlos targeted her!" He seethed. "I also know Iron Butte like the back of my hand and where Carlos might be keeping her."

"Neither one of you is going anywhere!" Rikki shouted, catching both men off guard. "I care just as much as you both do for (Y/n), but this is a suicide mission! She went of her own accord and I don't think she'd appreciate the two of you riskin' your lives for hers."

"You're not gonna stop us, Rikki," Deacon proclaimed.

"For once, I agree with him," Skizzo reluctantly confesses. "My sister—the only family I have left in this fucked up world—is possibly being tortured to death by those freaks."

Rikki hung her head and released the handlebars of Deacon's bike. "Fine. You both are stubborn assholes and I know when I've been defeated."

Deacon glanced at Skizzo as he clutched the handlebars tightly. "Get your bike. We're leaving right now."

"I'll meet you at the gate." Skizzo left to grab his bike while Deacon waited patiently. He was well-equipped and had plenty of ammo in the saddlebag attached to his motorcycle. He also had spare crafting ingredients in case he needed more explosives or traps during the mission.

A minute passed and Skizzo returned on his bike. He stopped beside Deacon, exchanging glances with the drifter. "You ready to do this?"

"You've no idea how ready I am," Deacon scoffed, revving the engine of his bike.

Skizzo followed Deacon's lead and revved up his own ride. "Let's get my sister back."

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After riding for five minutes in silence, Skizzo contacts the drifter following close behind and asks the one question that's buzzing inside his head. "So... you like (Y/n)?"

"Jesus," Deacon grumbled. "We are not discussing this right now, Skizzo."

"It's a simple "yes" or "no," bro! Just answer the damn question!"

"What—so you can play the overprotective big brother? I don't fucking think so," the drifter chortled.

Skizzo fell silent before confessing his true feelings if (Y/n) chose Deacon. "Y'know, she could do worse. In all honesty, I rather it be you than any other damn drifter."

"Jeez, thanks," Deacon sarcastically replies.

"I just want what's best for her, y'know? I fucked up her life before the world went to shit and even after. Guess I kinda want to make amends now for all that."

Deacon couldn't bring himself to make a snarky remark since he knew Skizzo's heart was finally in the right place. "Yeah, well, it ain't gonna be easy."

"I still gotta try, right?"

The drifter nodded even though he knew his companion couldn't see his gesture. "Right."

They arrived at the tunnel connecting Lost Lake to Iron Butte. The second the Rippers guarding the tunnel spotted them, they open fired and chanted at the top of their lungs. "Get low!"

Deacon and Skizzo dismounted their bikes and took out the adversaries on foot before continuing through the funeral cautiously. Now in the Iron Butte region, the drifter called out to his partner for this mission. "Hey, uh, where the hell are you taking us?"

"Carlos has a lodge he stays in. It's located in the valley," Skizzo answers.

"And you think that's where he's keeping (Y/n)?"

"That's where I know he's keepin' her."

The drive to the lodge was dangerous with the constant threat of Rippers and Freaks. Fortunately for the duo, they were able to ignore or take out the enemies from their motorcycles. Some of the Freaks has even helped them take out the Rippers shooting at them.

Looming in the distance, there was a large structure with the normal decorations of blood and wooden spikes. From the second floor windows, they could see the faint glow from a fire.

"Looks like they're home," Deacon said. "Good, 'cause I'm gonna kill every single one of those bastards."

"Hey," Skizzo retaliates. "My sister is our main goal. Don't forget that."

"I know," the drifter hurls back. "I'm still gonna make them pay for what they've done, especially Carlos."

"Don't do anything stupid until we find her, alright?"

"You're the one who runs off and does something stupid. We wouldn't be in this situation if you would've just left the damn supplies alone. And guess who's paying for your fuckup—(Y/n), your own damn sister."

"I know I fucked up, 'kay?! Stop reminding me," Skizzo snarled.

"I'm sure (Y/n)'ll tear you a new one once we get back to Lost Lake."

They arrived at their destination, dismounting their bikes in the shadows and sneaking in on foot. Deacon peered our from behind the school bus they were hiding behind and surveyed the area. "Place is crawling with Rippers..."

"What'd you expect? A few here and there?" Skizzo scoffs with an eye roll.

Deacon grimaced at the man but quickly focused his gaze back onto the Rippers. "You've been inside, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Just once, though."

"Good enough. Where do you think they'd be keeping (Y/n)?" Deacon questioned in a hushed voice as one of the Rippers wasn't far from where they hid.

"Maybe in one of the rooms upstairs. I'll check the first floor, you'll handle the second. Sound like a plan?"

Deacon sighed through his nose. "It's all we got. Let's go."

The two separated and snuck around the enemies. Skizzo managed to get inside without being seen while Deacon meandered around to the back of the lodge and find a stairwell to a balcony on the second floor. He peered through one of the shattered windows, spotting several Rippers—including Carlos—dancing around flames while carving into their skin with machetes, knives, and shards of glass.

Lowering his body, Deacon vaulted through the window. His boots crunched the shards of glass under his feet as he made his way across the room without disturbing the Rippers. He opened the first door he came across, but he regretted it as a putrid odor assaulted his nostrils. His face scrunched up as he stared at the corpses strewn about with blood caking the walls and floor. "Jesus... What the hell have they been doin'?"

Deacon closed the door and moved on to the next room. He opened the door and peeked inside to see if (Y/n) was there. When all he found was a stash of weapons, he shook his head in disbelief and moved on.

In the last room, Deacon cautiously opened the door. Unlike the other rooms he checked, this one was neat and void of blood, corpses, and weapons. The window were boarded up and the only furniture in the room was a bed. When the drifter saw who was laying on the mattress, he rushed over and placed a hand on their shoulder. "(Y/n)," he whispered as he flipped her body over so she was now facing him.

The moment Deacon saw the state she was in, his eyes widened in horror. Her (h/c) hair was tainted with blood and there were deep gashes along her arms, legs, and face. She was unconscious and a large splotch of blood down her side caught his attention. He apologized under his breath as he lifted her shirt and saw a cut reaching from her armpit to her waist. "Shit..."

Deacon kneeled beside the bed, placing his hand against her cheek gently. "(Y/n)?" He softly called out, hoping she would wake up if she heard his voice. He didn't even receive a finger twitch in response, which frightened him. His heart raced inside his chest, threatening to burst through his rib cage and out of his chest. "C'mon, sweetheart. Give me some kind of sign."

Finally, his voice elicited a painful whimper from (Y/n). Deacon watched as her eyes opened but remained half-lidded. "Deacon...?" Her voice was weak and raspy from screaming.

"Hey, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? Just hold on for a little while longer," he reassured her as he went to pick her up.

(Y/n) grasped his hand to stop him. "I-I'm chained to the bed frame. You... need a key..."

The drifter glanced down at her ankle and saw the shackle locked around it. He gritted his teeth before stepping away from the bed to see if he could lift the bed, but it was nailed to the floor. "Goddammit. Do you know who has the key?" When Deacon didn't receive an immediate response, his eyes darted back to (Y/n). Seeing she was falling back into an unconscious state, he shook his head frantically and patted his hand against her cheek. "Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me, (Y/n). Who has the key?"

Before her eyes shut, she murmured one name. "Carlos..."

Anger boiled inside Deacon as he went to retrieve the key. Before he could open the door, someone walked into the room. Luckily, it was only Skizzo. "Did you—?" He glanced past the drifter and saw his sister curled up on the bed, blood covering her body. "Oh, fuck." He ran to her side and placed a hand on her head. "Is she—?"

"She's alive. Stay here while I get that key." Deacon stories out of the room, throwing his stealth approach out the window. Without a care in the world, he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Carlos!" His loud cry was heard by every Ripper within the lodge.

They rushed towards him with their weapons drawn, but Carlos stopped them. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Deacon St. John. What brings you here?"

"You know exactly why I'm here, Jessie," the drifter snarled.

Carlos smirked in amusement at hearing his old name. "So, you do remember me."

"Yeah, well, that was one hell of a night to forget so easily."

"You, Boozer, Jack... And how could I forget the blowtorch?" The leader of the Rippers scoffed as he paced a circle around the drifter.

Deacon raised his pistol, alerting the other Rippers. He aimed it at Carlos' head, eyes sharp and brimming with hatred. "You the one responsible for hurting (Y/n)?"

"Why, we all are! We are setting her on the path to freedom!" Jessie wailed with a sinister chuckle.

"This isn't freedom, this is a fuckin' cult!" Deacon shouted. "Now, hand over the key or I'll pry it off your corpse. Your choice, Jessie."

"How about—?" He started, but Deacon didn't let him finish his question as he pulled the trigger. A single bullet pierced the man's skull, killing him instantly. The other Rippers became enraged, unleashing their fury onto the drifter.

Deacon quickly took cover as gunfire rained down upon him. When he saw an opening, he didn't hold back. He whipped out his assault rifle and unloaded an entire clip, killing more than half of the Rippers in the process. Reloading, he waited for another window to take down the remaining assailants.

A handful of Rippers were brave and tried to attack head-on, but it only resulted in a swift death for every single one of them. With only three enemies left, Deacon switched out his assault rifle for his handgun. The remaining Rippers were killed, a slew of corpses filling up the room.

Stepping over their bodies, Deacon reaches Jessie's corpse and searched for the key. He found it in one of the dead man's pockets and headed back to the Sarkoski siblings.

"Got it," Deacon announces as he made his way into the room and over to Skizzo and (Y/n). He unlocks the shackle and takes it off her ankle before scooping her up into his arms. The jostling woke her up and an immense wave of pain washed over her. She cried out, alerting the drifter. "I know it hurts, but just bear with it for a little bit."

"How the hell are we supposed to get her back if she's barely conscious?" Skizzo inquired as they left the room.

"Just focus on covering us," Deacon responded. Skizzo nodded and took the lead, killing any Rippers in their way.

Back at the bikes, Deacon gingerly placed (Y/n) on the back of his. She was having difficultly staying awake and keeping her balance.

"What now?!" Skizzo bellowed. "She can't ride in her condition. She'll fall off the second we take off!"

Deacon yanked out the red handkerchief from his back pocket and mounted his bike. The second he sat in the seat, (Y/n)'s body slumped against his back. "Wrap your arms around me," he said. She did as she was told and wrapped her arms around his waist. Using the red piece of fabric, he tied her wrists together.

Skizzo wasn't afraid to discuss his doubt about Deacon's plan. "You really think that's gonna keep her from falling off?"

"It's all we got, Skizzo," Deacon fired back. "Get on your damn bike."

"Fine, but if she falls off—"

"She won't."

Skizzo didn't agree with the idea, but he decided to not argue any further with the drifter. He also knew it was the only safety precaution they could take to prevent (Y/n) from falling off in her weak state. The men started their bikes and took off. The Rippers tried to stop them with their weapons, but they were too slow.

After what felt like an eternity, they arrived back in Lost Lake. "Open the damn gate!" Deacon shouted as they pulled up at the front gate of the encampment.

The woman behind the gate hurriedly opened the gate to allow Deacon and Skizzo inside. They pulled into the camp and the drifter untied (Y/n)'s hands from around his waist. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the infirmary with Skizzo close behind. "Addy!"

The doctor ran over, eyes wide at (Y/n)'s battered body. "Put her on a bed."

Deacon followed Addy's orders and placed (Y/n) on the bed by the front doors while she fetched a bin of supplies. When she returned, the drifter lifted up the woman's search to reveal the deep, bleeding gash down the side of her body. The doctor grabbed what she needed in order to clean the wound.

Before applying the antiseptic, Addy glanced at Deacon. "You're gonna have to hold her down."

"Just do what you need to do." Deacon pinned down (Y/n)'s arms down while Skizzo restrained her legs.

The second the antiseptic made contact with the wound, (Y/n)'s eyes flew open and she screamed at the top of her lungs. She tried to break out of Deacon's and Skizzo's grasps, but both men were holding her down with all their strength.

Suddenly, her screaming and struggling ceased. Deacon's eyes darted to the woman's facing, seeing her eyes were shut. "Addy," he called out with a worried tone.

"She's passed out from the pain. That's good because it'll make stitching her up easier," the doctor responded as she threaded a needle through (Y/n)'s skin to suture the wound to prevent an infection. "Could you both clean the other wounds and make they aren't deep?"

"Yeah," Deacon responded as Skizzo silently picked up the material he needed to help his sister. The drifter handled her arms and face while the older Sarkoski tended to (Y/n)'s legs.

As Deacon was cleaning the cuts on her cheeks and forehead, he couldn't help but stare with a small frown. The beads of sweat trickling down her face and the hasten rise and fall of her chest caused him to become more worried.

Once the drifter was done cleaning the cuts on (Y/n)'s face, he placed his hand against her cheek and stroked his thumb across a section void of lacerations. Skizzo watched in silence as he saw the loving, caring, and worried gaze Deacon sent his sister. "You better tell her when she wakes up," was all he said before leaving the infirmary once he was done cleaning the wounds on her legs.

Deacon stared at the door Skizzo had exited for a few seconds before eyeing Addy. "How's she doing, Doc?"

"She's lost a decent amount of blood, but it isn't enough to be a concern. I've stitched up the wound on her side, but she needs to refrain from tearing them. Since her job is to help me with the injured, it won't be difficult for her to avoid reopening them." When Addy saw Deacon staring at (Y/n), she placed a hand on his shoulder. "She'll be fine, Deacon. Give her time to heal and she'll be back on her feet in no time."

"Can I..." The drifter's voice trailed off, but the doctor knew what he was going to ask.

"You can stay with her for a little while."

Deacon grabbed a chair and placed it beside the bed. He sat down and leaned forward, myriads of thoughts racing through his mind and none of them were reassuring. By the time he leaned back in the chair and cleared his thoughts, he fell asleep.

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When Deacon woke up, he saw the bed in front of him was empty. Flying to his feet, he searched the infirmary for (Y/n). It took him a few minutes to find her, but when he did, she was standing in front of a mirror with her shirt lifted up. With her eyes glued to her injury, she trailed a finger up the stitching. She winced slightly due to her skin still tender from the neat sewing.

Deacon leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watched her. "You shouldn't be walking around."

(Y/n) locked gazes with Deacon as she met his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "Sorry," she whispers. "I was curious, that's all."

"How're you feeling?" He asked.

"Besides the cuts and stitches, I feel much better." She saunters over to the drifter and smiled up at him. "Thank you for saving me, Deacon. Even though it would've been easier to have left me behind, you didn't and I'm grateful for that."

"You're the last person who deserves to pay for someone else's mistake even if it was your brother's fault."

"Skizzo's the only family I've got in this fucked up world. I would do anything to keep him safe and I know he would've done the same for me."

"You sure 'bout that?" Deacon raised a brow as he questioned her.

(Y/n) smacked him on the arm. "A hundred percent. Skizzo may come across as an asshole, douchbag... you name it, but he always has the best in mind when it comes to others. Even when he was dealing drugs and firearms in California, he made sure I wasn't dragged along for the ride." Deacon pushes his body off the doorframe and follows (Y/n) as she makes her way back to the bed. She sat down and winced when she felt her skin tug at the stitches. "Fucking stitches..."

"I can get Addy if you need—"

"No, I'm fine," (Y/n) quickly interrupts him. "I've had stitches before and they're not fun."

Deacon sat down in the chair he had been sitting in when he fell asleep. He scooted closer to the bed with a sigh. "You should get some rest."

"Really, Deek, I'm fine. I've been trapped inside a room chained to a bed for the past two days. What I need is a refreshing walk." (Y/n) stood upend headed to the doors. Before she was out of his reach, Deacon grabbed ahold of her wrist. The woman peered down in bewilderment as to why he was stopping her. "Don't tell me I can't go for a walk."

"You've had a shitty past couple of days. The walk can wait," he responded. "And we can't risk you reopening your wound."

(Y/n) saw and heard the genuine concern from Deacon. She decided to not fight him and allow him to pull her back to the bed. She sat down across from the drifter, staring into his eyes with a smirk. ""We," huh? Who's this "we" you speak of?"

Deacon didn't hesitate as he already knew how strong his feelings for her have become since her absence. "Mostly me. I'm pretty sure Skizzo also doesn't want to see his own sister kick the bucket because she was being a moron."

"M-Moron?!" She shrieked as she leaned closer to him. "Going on a walk is not moronic! I should—!"

Deacon saw an opportunity and took it. He silenced her with a light, meaningful kiss. (Y/n) reciprocated the moment she realized their lips were connected. It was a short and brief kiss, but it was enough to display their love for one another. "You yell too much," Deacon retorts when he pulls away.

(Y/n) crossed her arms with a grimace. "I'll try to remember that..."

The door to the infirmary swung open and Skizzo stepped inside. When he saw the scowl on his sister face, he was utterly confused. "What the hell did I miss?"

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alitheamateur · 5 years

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Pleasure for Pain

Characters: Tommy Conlon/Reader

Warnings: Mild pain kink. Mild sexual language. Mild sexual content. Mentions of injury. Fluff.

Word Count: 2,331

Summary: You decide to accompany Tommy for the morning jog he’s been hounding you about, but the plan backfires. You’re left in pain, and unable to finish the run, but the way Tommy tends to you is well worth the pain.

Tommy had begged that you finally join him for a morning jog through the hazy, day-breaking streets of the city. He wasn’t currently training for a specific match, but of course keeping his fitness in ample condition was a necessity in the profession of fighting. The May temperature had finally been inclining to the warmth you were fonder of, so you decided firmly you’d oblige your gym-rat husband, and join him for his daily run. He never tried to push the strict diet on you when he was trying to maintain weight, and you were never frowned upon for your very minimal amounts of exercise, so Tommy genuinely only wanted you to come with him solely for the extra quality time it meant with you.

Your kind gesture had so brutally backlashed on you however, and here you were, currently being piggy-backed up the front stoop of your shared, brick townhouse. A mile or so into the mapped-out route Tommy had specially scoped out for you so it would be a safer part of town, your natural-born, clumsy nature reared its ugly head. The toe of your gray sneakers caught a crumbled chunk of concrete on the sidewalk, causing your weak ankle to curl painfully. Thank the Holy Heavens you were able to save yourself from weightlessly tumbling face first into the asphalt, but the throbbing, instant swelling of your foot was enough to have you yelping.

Tommy insisted on carrying you the entire way back toward the direction of home, but you incessantly refused, and flagged down a taxi instead. However flattered you were by the man’s desire to always portray the role of your knight in rusty armor, you knew without question his shoulder couldn’t handle the 125 pound pressure of your weightless body for a distance such as that.

The cabby dropped the two of you off after a literal 3-minute lift to your street, and Tommy paid him with the fee, and a ‘thanks’. You carried you untied shoe, and sweating sock in one hand, and tossed both arms around those bullish, broad shoulders to brace yourself for the jarring up the brick steps.

“I’m gonna head upstairs, babe. You can put me down here. I wanna soak it in some Epsom salt so the swelling will go down.” You winced into the ear of his that was level with my mouth.

You had expected him to gently ease me from his back to the floor, but he instead began his march towards the upstairs bathtub with you strapped to him like a fleshy backpack. You tried earnestly to squirm from the clutch he had around your thighs locked around his lower abdomen, but his vice-like grip was impossible to escape.

“I don’t think so, Y/N. You ain’t puttin’ weight on that ankle for at least 24-hours. So, don’t even try t’ fight me on it, baby. Y’know you won’t win that argument.” Tommy sternly spoke, but you knew whole-heartedly he was only looking out for the woman he loved so fiercely.

He entered the dark doorway of the bathroom, flipping the switch for the light, and the ceiling heat you always turned on whenever you took your nightly bath. Your mate knew you were like a cat to heat source, and always promised one day the two of you would pack up and move away from the stark winters of Pittsburgh.

Tommy turned his back to the vanity, so your bottom was even with the cool countertop by the sink and you sat down, unlatching yourself from around his tattooed upper body. His profile revealed a crooked, toothless smile after you kissed the back of his neck before parting. A silent, admiring gesture of appreciation for taking such good care of you. Tommy never treated you as a lesser, or a helpless little bird by any matter. But, when he vowed to protect you til’ death do you part, the man meant it with every haunting fiber in his body.

He pulled your other shoe from the back of your heel and tossed it into the hallway near the mate you had dropped there, then stepped over to unleash a steaming spout of the water into the wide bathtub. Without explanation he exited, but you knew he was retrieving the jug of medicinal salt from the hall linen closet. What you weren’t expecting, was for him to return missing the dri-fit white tee he was wearing when he’d left your sight just seconds ago.

“Well, get those sweaty clothes off, baby. I don’t know how ya’ expect me t’ give ya’ a hot bath wearin’ those.”

Tommy sprinkled a considerable amount of the lavender scented contents into the filling tub, and turned to see you trying to wiggle from the confines of your running shorts without putting weight on the injured limb. Your tongue was stuck from the corner of your lips in concentration, and he quickly jumped to your side offering the steady space of his broad chest to help keep your balance.

“Tom, I’ve been sweating, and I don’t want you this close after my deodorant has definitely worn off,” you uselessly protested.

Not that you didn’t feel one-million percent secure in your relationship with the devilishly handsome individual, but the two of you were only newly-weds of 7 months, and an official couple of 2 years. You didn’t want to ruin this foolish vision he had that you were flawlessly beautiful in every way just yet.

“Y/N, I think I’ve been on toppa you under much sweatier circumstances. I can handle it.” He winked, then effortlessly swooped you into his cradling arms so he could submerse your naked body in the perfectly heated water.

You shifted your long ponytail into a bun so your hair wouldn’t get wet just yet, and Tommy folded a towel to cover the coolness of the tile tub behind your back. His bulky body was knelt on the plush shower mat covering the floor, and you relaxed back to drink in the way this brooding, masculine male was practically worshipping at your feet. A hum of pleasure rolled from inside your chest as he squeezed the aromatic water from a washcloth over your chest. Tommy’s eyes attentively followed the pathway of the erratic droplets sliding down your breasts and puddling into your navel.

“How’s ‘at, hm? Feel good, Y/N?” Your spouse turned apparently part-time servant cooed, brushing a stray line of hair away from the perspiration collecting on your cheek due the sauna-like bathroom.

The painful shocks from your ankle were shooting up your leg like an electric surge, but you wouldn’t dare hinder the sensual relaxation of this perfect moment. You kept a watchful gaze on Tommy as he leaned to pick up the bottle of soap standing on a shelf in the shower, squeezing a heavy amount into the opened cloth in his thick palm.

“I can do that, silly. Just sit with me until I’m done, and I’ll be perfectly happy, ok?” You shifted to raise, offering he hand over the bodywash.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m the doc, and you’re the patient. I know what’s best, girl.”

He was getting off on this little role play, and who were you to stifle his fun. So, you returned to your original half-laying position and did as you were told. Tommy lathered the contents of his hands, and easily grabbed your arm resting on the tubs side, to begin lightly cleansing your limb. You closed your eyes, relishing in the concoction of the warm water, the velvety bubbling soap, and his firm, calloused hands attending to your entire body. Your nipples grew to a slight point under his touch, and he gave a hearty squeeze to both your breasts as he washed.

“C’mon, gorgeous. Gimme that foot, n’ I promise to go easy,” Tommy coddled, insisting you let him take on your bruising ankle next.

The water sloshed and waved as you lifted your leg from under the water, and Tommy made a foamy path from your hip, down your thigh, then to your foot, holding the weight of your leg for you. He kissed the bone of your ankle with featherlike lips before cautiously washing it. His hair had begun to dampen and drip with heat, so he pushed the strands from his eyes, and you felt an overwhelming tense between your legs.

Your lids had once again closed over your green eyes in shameless enjoyment, so Tommy new he had the element of surprise on his side. The feminine shape of your thick thighs were slightly gaped, allowing him to slide to your opening with little struggle, and you instantly shook from your lax state to find him biting back a smile between his teeth.

“Gotta make sure we get ya’ allllll clean, baby. Can’t leave anythin’ out.” He whispered wantonly as he began tickling the tiny bulb above your entrance.

After turning the bottle of soap upside down into his hand once more, Tommy indeed began washing the half-shaved area at the center of your body. The raw, intimate moment ensuing erased momentarily the hurt from your injury, and you let his motions take you over fully. His strong middle finger entered you as he came closer to kiss your panting lips. He breathed in the hotness of your breath for a brief second before massaging over your tongue with his own. He knew how to make this last, and draw out your release, and he knew exactly how to touch you and send you over the edge in an embarrassing, short number of minutes. Tommy knew your body, as he knew his own. And you could tell by his touch, along with the curling stretch of his finger prodding at that tucked away spot inside you, that it would not be long.

You shook and writhed in the water causing puddles to splash onto the bathroom floor, and no doubt all over Tommy. A mess you were making regretfully for him to have to mop up considering your wounded state, but you couldn’t control your twitching reaction from his intense onslaught. He slid an open palm over the womanly length of your neck as your head tilted in desire, and traced downward to your collarbone, and the peak of your pink, aroused nipples.

“Tommy, more. Please, finish me. I’m so… I can feel it. It’s so close.” The way he could use his bedroom talents to transform you into a begging slag was an enigma you’d yet to solve, and you had no desire to even try.

His veined forearm was no doubt bleeding from your trimmed nails latching onto him, in an attempt to still the contorted flails of your approaching release. But you knew there’d be no complaints on his end, due to the slight kink he had for a little pain here and there when it came to your sexual endeavors together.

“Mmmmm… Baby girl wants to come, does she? I think I got just what she’s lookin’ for then.” The grunts vibrating from his chest, along with you own squeaks of approval filled the room with an X-rated soundtrack that you’d play on repeat in your head when Tommy was gone for a fight that work just wouldn’t let you away for.

When he added his thumb to the attack, you sensed his closing move approaching so you opened your eyes to meet his shadow-blue ones staring back at you, under brows furrowing with passion. Tommy had made it very clear early on that he wanted to look you square in the eyes as he made you come, so he could watch the orgasm pulse through your dilated pupils. And from that conversation on, you had done just that for him. Obliging to his particular desires was the least you could do, considering the plethora of ways he had to satisfy you.

With a wave of warmth raging in your gut, and the growing sensitivity of your clit under the pad of his circling thumb, a scream of his name crawled from the back of your throat. His motions strategically slowed, careful not to deprive you of a single millisecond of orgasmic release, and you lazily gathered your composure.

“How’s ‘at ankle now?” He smiled crudely, dabbing the splashed bath water from his chest with the towel he had waiting by the sink.

“At this very second? I don’t feel a thing.” You moaned with choppy, uneasy breaths.

You were carelessly sailing on such a wave of adrenaline and oxytocin that the lingering sprain of your ankle was wholly absent in that moment. Although you instantly began to dread to commute from the bathroom to the bedroom, knowing the pain would only come rushing back like a mighty hurricane.

“Happy to oblige, baby. Let’s jus’ hope these pain meds do the job as well as I did then.”

He cradled you under the armpits as you lifted from the cooling water and draped the fuzzy bath towel around your shivering shoulders. Your hair had mistakenly gone unwashed in the exchange, but you’d take care of that particular matter later.

Tommy made sure your feet never even touched the ground the remainder of the evening. Settling you back into bed even though it was barely noon-time, he taped an ice-pack to your foot then left your side only to take a shower of his own before joining you for a lazy, Summer Saturday. He elevated your leg to minimalize the swelling, and then wrapped you with a cloth bandage. Thankfully, he was well-equipped to take care of matters as such, due to nursing many of his own ailments caused in the cage. He waited on you hand-and-foot unreservedly, even stuffing his healthy-toned body with some of your favorite ice cream he had treated you to.

“From ‘ere on out, maybe we should keep your workouts in the bedroom, baby. Leave the jogging to me, ay’?”

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yminie · 6 years

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adjustment (m) | jung hoseok

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pairing: Hoseok x Reader genre/warnings: smut, fluff, chiropractor!hoseok, patient!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, rough-ish, oral sex (recieving) words: 7138 summary: At Kim-Jung Chiropractics, they meet your every need, and today it's not just your back that needs aligning.

a/n: I promise it's not a cheesy porno :’)

You can’t help but let out a pained gasp as you climb from your car, the twisting of your lower back with just one foot on the pavement triggering a momentary stab of agony at the base of your spine. The area had been tender all week, the sudden sharpness kicking in only every now and then but immobilising you regardless, and you were completely fed up.

It was a god send that you’d managed to slot in a last minute appointment at Kim-Jung Chiropractic, and with it being a Friday afternoon you were even just thankful you’d made it in time - leaving work a little early had paid off for you to miss the hometime rush.

Leaning up and out, you finally straighten yourself with a sigh, groaning as you reach back in and over to the passenger seat to grab your handbag before shutting your door and locking it firmly. Walking into the office feels somewhat strange, unfamiliar, and you think back to the one time prior that you’d been in; before the renovation.

It wasn’t much different, still bright white, clean walls, but the new carpet was a nice touch and the armchairs had been reupholstered to a much more comfortable looking soft leather rather than the plastic they’d had before.

The pretty girl behind the desk smiles brightly when you approach and promptly asks for your name and appointment time, typing quickly in her computer before guiding you to sit for a mere two minute wait on Dr Kim's current appointment.

You muse over the idea that you’re the last appointment of the day, given the complete absence of any other patients in the waiting room, and you can’t quite tell if it’s more or less awkward being completely on your own with just the receptionist for silent company.

Almost ready to start up a conversation on the weather, you jump at the sudden appearance of the young, handsome grey-haired Dr Kim, a loosely fitting white shirt under a blue knitted vest that it's just a little too early in the season to be wearing. He flits through his office door and skips to the front desk to flip through some paperwork, and gives you a brief grin when he lifts his gaze.

“Your next appointment is here Dr Kim.” The receptionist barely pauses in her keyboard tapping to inform him, the clinic phone ringing loudly and she jumps up to answer it straight away.

“Yes, I thought so, how are you Miss…” He glances down momentarily before smiling even wider, “_____?”

“Fine thank you.” He still looks busy, so you don’t bother to stand, and he murmurs quietly to the girl to his left when she places the phone back in it’s cradle, asking for her to photocopy some forms before rounding the desk once more and pausing just outside his door.

“Very good! I’m running horribly overtime, sorry. If you’re in a rush you can check with Irene if any other doctors are free, I fear this may take at least another fifteen minutes.” He bids you a gentle wave with a regretful smile before he’s gone again, door clicking shut behind him, and you pause a moment before turning back to the receptionist once more.

She’s already looking at you, slightly more sheepish than she was before, and you shrug gently. “I don’t mind who I see, it’s fine.” Nodding, she lifts the phone back to her ear and speed dials, only a moment passing before whoever is on the other line seems to answer.

“Ah! Dr Jung, yes are you free?” She hums at his answer and skillfully types into her laptop while he speaks. “Mr Kim’s-no, Kim Taehyung- his final appointment is on a fifteen minute overtime wait, can you squeeze her in before you leave today at all?” She grins widely and giggles at whatever joke he must make, eyes meeting yours for her to squint them into crescent moons of amusement. “Okay, thank you, I’ll send her right in!”

Thank god.

You wince pitifully when just the motion of standing from the squishy cushion twinges in your lower back, and follow her guiding arm to a door just down the short hallway, left slightly open and the quick chattering of computer keys echoing from the little room. You hesitantly lift a closed fist to knock softly on the door, wood moving a little under the gentle pressure, and you jump again when a low voice welcomes you inside.

“Come right on in!” You’re so not prepared.

Dr Jung is stunning, and you would’ve thought dark red hair would not suit a maroon shirt but hey, he proves you so, so wrong. He doesn’t look like the kind of man you would find in a doctors office, much more likely to be in a magazine modelling with the likes of that jawline. He’s focused, the concentration pulling his eyebrows together slightly but doing nothing to take away from the blatant friendliness, and his honey skin glows when he finally lifts his gaze and grins widely.

“Hi! Shut the door behind you - take a seat!” You do as he says quickly, the megawatt smile making you need to focus twice as hard on not tripping over your own feet as you shuffle to the chair beside his desk against the wall, meeting his outstretched hand with your own. “Nice to meet you! Dr Jung Hoseok, what was your name?”

His forearms, slightly veiny and skin creamy soft, are completely exposed with his maroon shirt sleeves pushed up, and you fall into a trance as he gently massages the muscles and tendons, preparing himself for this session. “U-uh, _____, nice to meet you too.”

You blush as you stutter, lashes fluttering as you drag your gaze from his rubbing fingers and fixing them on the spine diagram poster behind his head, and if he notices your flustered expression, he doesn’t let it show.

“Alrighty, _____. Irene is just faxing through your record and paperwork but while she does that, why don’t you fill me in on why you’re here today?” He leans towards you, elbows resting against his knees, and watches you intently with a gentle smile.

“Well, I’ve been having this really sharp pain in my lower back, and it’s almost paralysing. It’s instantaneous and it only happens every now and then or when I move a particular way so it catches me off guard a lot.” He nods, eyebrows pulling together as you talk and only frees your eyes from his stare when a ding comes through his computer and the printer buzzes out a couple pages.

“Is there a lingering ache? Like perhaps a pinched nerve?” He divides his attention between you and the paperwork, but still listens carefully, and you fidget in your seat at how closely he seems to be watching your body.

“Well, I originally thought maybe it was my sciatic nerve, but the pain isn’t in my hip or leg or anything, really just the middle of my lower back.” You wave your hands around the side of your hip as you describe, and flush yet again as he follows each of your movements. Why are you getting so flustered over him?

“You seem a bit young for sciatica, Miss _____.” He playfully teases, eyes crinkling as he chuckles and your cheeks burn hotter again. “You were in previously? For…?”

“Oh yes, I saw Dr Kim after I dislocated my knee... maybe two years back? The joint kept resting wrong and he adjusted it a couple times before it came good.” He nods earnestly, eyes grazing over the paperwork before he shuffles forward in his wheelie chair.

“Alright, well I’ll check your back alignment and range of motion now and then we’ll see what we can do about this pain, okay?” You release a shaky breath as quietly as you can, standing and following him to the adjustment bed. For a moment there, you’d forgotten that he was actually going to be touching you, but now you can’t stop thinking about it.

“Lay face down for me?” Oh, god, here we go brain. You hum an affirmative, shrugging your cardigan from your shoulders and ditching it with your handbag on the chair and quickly doing as he’d asked, chest flat against the table. He mumbles quietly to himself as he moves down to your feet first, and you try not to jump when warm, gentle fingers grip your ankle. “Mind if I slip your sneakers off? Just so I can see the proper alignment in your feet?”

“O-Oh, sure.” His fingers are nimble, fast, and your shoes are nudged off to the side in seconds, and he gently holds your feet side by side, pushing them up to bend your knees and check a new angle before letting them rest back down again. You can feel yourself heating up under his warm hands, not being able to see him only adding to your stress, and suddenly you remember the bright red g-string you’d chosen to wear under your yoga leggings - oh god, they’re not see-through are they?

“So where abouts is the pain when it comes in your back?” He steps around to your right side and places one hand on the table close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his fingers, but you keep your face nestle into the gap even as you lift an arm to show him.

“Like right down here.” It’s -essentially- your ass, right next to your tailbone, but he’s not shy to replace your fingers the instant you let your arm fall again, and he pats your back when he notices that you’d jumped at his touch. Kill me now.

“Right in your sacrum?” Sure fingers press on either side of the bone there, slightly kneading the flesh right where the curve of your back turns into butt, and you blush furiously. “Your tailbone, sorry?”

“Y-Yeah.” He pokes around for a moment, fingers inspecting your lower back and tailbone, before shuffling further down the table and gripping your shin, right below your knee.

“Let’s just test your range of motion, lift this leg as high as you comfortably can? Don’t lift your hips.” He holds your right leg up gently with his left hand, the other firmly leaving an imprint on your right hip, and you take a deep breath as you will your face to stop burning, the back of your neck and palms becoming clammy. “Any pain here?”

“Not at all.” He hums in response, lowering your leg for a moment and then lifting it again, pulling it towards himself slightly in mid air and repeating the question. No pain, but you can definitely feeling the stretch in your upper thigh - you really need to work out more.

“Okay, other leg?” He repeats the entire process, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your lower back to feel the way those muscles move with the movement, but again you feel no pain and he mumbles to himself for a moment before tapping the back of your thigh gently. “Okay, sit up for me for a sec.”

Pushing yourself up, you twist carefully and land your backside on the table, blushing at the way you’re somewhat out of breath because you know it’s not from the effort. He smiles at you sweetly, and for a moment you’re terrified to almost see a knowing glance at the exposed section of your chest, reddened with exertion, but he quickly moves along.

“Twist your back slowly for me? To the right? Good. Left side? Anything?” You shake your head and he reaches for your hands, and you wipe them quickly on your pants before his fingers wrap around your wrists and hold you steady. “Lean towards me?”

God he smells amazing. You do as asked, accepting his hands as rests while you lean out and you’re careful not to lean too close to his chest, unfortunately not missing the waft of delicious cologne that lingers on the stunning maroon shirt he’s wearing, and this close to his face you can see the golden flecks in his irises - before you embarrassedly drop your gaze.

“Hm, hold onto the table?” He guides your hands into the space between your parted thighs, and you’re awfully thankful for the hair that covers your face. Walking around the table quickly, he gently runs his hands down your back and encourages you to stretch forward once more, this time getting a proper feel on the muscles on your back.

“Oh!” he nudges a ticklish spot on your side and your knee jerk reaction is to squeak a giggle and grab his hand, and he chuckles warmly, close enough that you can feel his breath on your shoulder, and he playfully pokes the spot again, surprising you.

“Sorry.” He’s still laughing when he steps back, rounding the table to come face to face with you again and he waits for you to lift your shy eyes to his before he speaks. “From what I can feel, it’s your lumbar vertebrae that are a little off, so; your lower back. I can align them and your sacroiliac joint, and then I’ll check your thoracic, upper back, for any misalignment okay?”

You nod and he guides you down to lay on your right side facing him, firm hands moving and placing you and making your blood boil in the best of ways. You’re internally scolding yourself for becoming so worked up when he hooks his hand beneath your left knee, pulling the bent leg to the edge of the table before stepping over it and holding it in place between his two firm thighs, and you immediately squeeze your eyes as you muffle a gasp.

“This is gonna get a really good stretch on your lower back and really get into that joint. Okay? Cross your arms over your chest and twist back to your left that way?” He’s still guiding you, pressing your left shoulder towards the table behind you before slotting his warm right hand against your lower back and gently feeling for the joint.

“This is where I’m going to be adding pressure, right over your L5 vertebrae.” He’s directly massaging the muscles that had been aching all week and you bite your lip at the momentary pleasure to stop yourself from sighing in delight, but you rush to release it when you spot his sly grin - fuck, he noticed.

Having never had an upper body adjustment you weren’t expecting him to get so close and you cant help the way you automatically try to shift away as he leans down towards you, but he holds you in place and pauses hovered over you. He looks carefully over your expression and backs off a little, hands still firm, “Everything okay?” You nod, and he leans slightly closer, still watching your face. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I need to use my body weight to adjust this joint.”

“N-No! It’s fine, really I just…” Taking a deep breath, you settle into place in his hold and shake your head. “Just not used to it.” Brushing it off with a chuckle, you nod at him and he waits a moment longer, not missing the way your cheeks have reddened again, and he continues with a small smile.

“Okay, slow now, deep breath for me?” you inhale, trying to focus on a dot on the ceiling instead of the feeling of your chest brushing his. “And exhale?”

You’re too focused.

“_____?”

“Sorry?” You jump, eyes back on his and you’re mortified as he dips his head to the side to bark out a laugh, and you can’t help the pout that finds its way onto your lips at his amusement at your expense.

“Apologies,” He clears his throat, chest pressed against you still vibrating slightly as he holds back his chuckles and he turns back to connect your gazes again. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, that was just too cute.” God damn it!

He adjusts his hold on you once more, thighs firmly clamped around yours, and you force yourself to pay attention regardless of how flustered his proximity is making you. What’s the bet your clothes will smell like his cologne after this?

“Breathe in.” You do, and he locks his hold. “And out.”

In a mere second, he’s pressed you down with his body weight and he holds you steady once the joint clicks into place, fingers pressing hard into your back to keep you in place and you cry out at the sudden release of pressure that shoots right up your spine and down your legs, tingling in the muscles.

“Not a cry of pain I hope?” He massages you gently, releasing your thigh from between his and briefly rubbing the circulation back into the limb while you simply shake your head, laying still as a corpse and still recovering from the slight surprise. “We’ll do the other side now?”

“Okay.” Your voice is a little shaky, and you carefully roll onto your left side before clearing your throat, following the same mental instructions to position yourself like last time, and he smiles at your efforts, pulling you closer towards himself at the edge of the table and hooking your leg through his again.

“Okay, breathe in.” You take a deep breath, calming yourself slightly, but then you make the mistake of locking eyes with him as he leans close. “Good girl. Exhale.”

You squeak at the next crack of your joint, eyes wide and fluttering at his words and body instantly tense even as he gently rubs your leg and back to restore circulation, and you drop your gaze to the wall when he releases your eyes and steps away. “All good?”

“Y-yeah.” He hums, and scribbles something on his paperwork before crossing back towards you.

“Okay, flat on your back now.” You roll onto your back with a slight groan, shaking your legs as they tingle with pins and needles. “Numb anywhere?”

“My legs are a little.” He nods, hands automatically grabbing your thighs and firmly massaging them to ease the tingles, all the while you’re staring up at the ceiling with your cheeks on fire. What had he called you?

“That’s pretty normal, it’ll pass in no time. We’ll quickly get your thoracic done and then I’ll recheck your alignment.” He releases your thighs but moves to your waist instead and straightens you how he wants with a hand on either hip, a secret smile curling his lips.

“Now from what I felt there’s a misalignment on your L2 and L3 joints, but they’re super easy. Cross your arms across your chest -really far- yes perfect.” He pats your hands where they’re clamped on either shoulder and leans in close yet again, only this time he’s not tilted to the side as much, and you can feel his breath on your neck. You just hope the goose bumps aren’t as obvious as they feel.

“This is gonna be fast okay?” At your nod, and presses his chest against you and lifts the arch of your back with his right hand, tucking his other under your back from where he is at your left and making a fist right below and between your shoulder blades. “Deep breath in and then out. Very good! Perfect, sweetheart.”

He crunches you twice beneath his torso, pulling two very satisfying clicks from your spine, and you could’ve sworn you’d felt his lips brush your skin, his face having pressed against your neck with each push.

“Wow.” You gasp, feel the release of pressure at either end of your spine, and he chuckles with a rub to your arm.

“Feeling alright?” You nod and he grins wider, pleased. “Great! Just lay there for a second while I document and then we’ll get you up and see how your head feels, okay?”

“Okay.” His shoulders look surprisingly broad from the back, and you can’t help but look him up and down while you wait. His shirt tucks inwards at his waist, highlighting how slim he is, while his slacks are fitted around his backside and thighs, also showing how muscular he is, and the longer you stare, the more worked up you can feel yourself become.

“How you doing?” He spins quite suddenly, giving life to the fact that you were staring so hard at his ass you zoned out, and you turn your head away fast enough that you almost trigger your own whiplash, and you ignore the light chuckles he releases. “Should we stand you up now?”

You nod and accept his outstretched hand, and he gently pulls you from the bed and settles your feet back on the floor, hand hovering around your elbow just incase your legs are too weak, but you stand just fine, albeit a bit wobbly.

“Lightheaded? Any pain? Take a few steps if you’d like.” You roll your shoulders and stretch your back a little, taking a couple steps back and forth and rolling the balls of your feet.

“I feel pretty good. The muscles on my lower back are tender but it’s not like before.” He immediately steps close to your side and presses his palm gently to the base of your spine, and you turn away before he can see your lashes flutter. How is his hand so warm?

“Those are your paralumbar muscles, and they commonly get the brunt of the force when adjusting this joint. I’ll massage them with my gun and they should loosen right up, lay down again.” You raise a brow in curiosity but busy yourself with settling face first on the table again, not risking getting caught staring a second time when it’s already so obvious to him that you’re attracted.

“Now this can be a little loud, but it’s just the motor that vibrates the wand, so bear with me a minute sweetheart.” The who the what now? Where is this going?

A loud buzzing catches you off guard and your head shoots up to find Dr Jung wielding a machine that looks entirely too much like a drill to instill confidence in you, regardless of what he says, and he must be able to sense your nervousness because his hand is rubbing your back the moment he’s in reaching length.

“It’ll feel good, promise.” I’m sure it will! That’s the problem!

You tense as the massage gun gets closer and he lifts a hand to stroke the hair off the back of your neck, and you shudder fair too noticeably at his touch on such hyper sensitive skin, starting to relax when he massages the tense spots on either side.

The first contact with the gun makes you jump in shock, but the kneading vibrations in the middle of your back having you melting instantly and you can’t help the slight moan you let out as you turn into a flesh puddle under his touch. He feels it with his hold on your neck, and you sense his chuckles even if the vibrations block the sound, and then his hand glides down your spine to help circle and press in accompaniment of the gun and you’re a goner.

“Good?” Low - so, so low is his voice, and you almost dissolve into thin air as the timbre coats your already jello’d body like honey. You’re practically out of your mind, the want you have for him mixing with the pure heaven of his fingers kneading across your back and turning into one huge ball of lust that settles deep in your core. It’d been far too long since a man massaged you, let alone bed you, and the lack of fulfillment on both sides is clearly taking its toll.

“Y-Yeah.” He hums, a low sound that vibrates stronger than the gun in your core, and your body tenses as a sudden shot of arousal throbs between your walls, and he soothes it with another stroke down your spine, circling the ball end of the massage gun further down until suddenly the vibrations are no longer just a slight feeling, but a fully blown shake in your core.

The ball end is press right against where he’d been massaging earlier on either side of the tailbone, and it penetrates right down the soft flesh of your ass, into your thighs and directly into your core. You’re tensing more as waves of pleasure start to slicken your folds and stick your panties to your entrance, but you try your best to keep in control while you bury your burning cheeks into the face cushion and bite hard at your lip.

The realisation of just how hot your body is burning comes full swing when suddenly all vibrations are gone and he places the gun off to the side, using two hands on the base of your spine instead. “You’re tensing up, is it too tender?”

He knows; you can hear it in his voice and feel it in the way his thumbs rotate the flesh at the starting curve of your ass, and you force your lungs to take a deep breath, thighs pressing together as your core gives a throb in protest of the sudden lack of stimulation.

“Are these sore?” A patronising lilt just enough to make your fingers clench and toes curl meets your ears as his fingers oh so lightly drift over the peak of your ass and down across your thighs, and you have to stop yourself from lifting your hips to meet him. “Where does it ache most, sweetheart?”

Dr Jung’s fingers knead low, just above the backside of your knee, and your leg gives a little jerk in response that has him pressing harder, and he prompts you to speak again. “Where should I be massaging, love? You need to tell me so I can make it feel better.” He wants you to ask for it. And god, do you hope he’s being serious, because the ache settling in the depths of your heat is sending your tongue loose, and you can’t control yourself against the blatant temptation.

“Higher.” You’re not exactly proud of the way your voice shakes and cracks, but you’re way too deep to care in the moment, especially when his long-fingered hands drift slightly higher and encourage you to part your thighs just a little further with a gentle push on the insides.

“Right here?” Fake curiosity and concern when his fingertips roll into the fleshier part of your thigh makes you squeeze the hand rests even harder,gritting your teeth and still fighting the way your hips want to lift and put you on display. You’re shamefully desperate, but something tells you he might just like it that way.

“H-Higher, please.”

“Oh, up here?” His hand is scalding through the think cotton and spandex of your leggings, and you audibly release a shuddering breath when his fingers fidget in the soft spot right next to your panty line, close enough to your leaking entrance that if he moved a centimetre to the right he’d feel the moisture. “That’s strange, I didn’t adjust your hip.”

You whine, hips lifting finally and his thumb presses straight onto your entrance through the fabric, adding even more force when he realises exactly what you’ve done, and the whimper you release almost drowns out the pleasantly surprised grunt he gifts you upon feeling just how soaked you’ve become.

“Oh, you’ve made a mess, haven’t you?” His thumb rotates, and just by the slickness of your panties you can tell it’s seeping completely through to his touch. “You want me to make it better, baby?”

“Hnng-yes, please!” A strong grip clasps your ankles and you squeak in shock when you’re suddenly yanked to the end of the bed, your ass landing flush against his hips, toes just touching the floor and a hot, heavy thickness pressed solidly against you. “Oh-”

His large hand wraps around the back of your neck and he pulls you off the bed on the balls of your feet and spins you in place, shushing you and pressing you backwards until you’re seated on the edge again and his lips are free to smack wetly against yours. Dr Jung kisses you with abandon, devouring you with an impatience only applicable to the risky situation at hand, and your thoughts flicker briefly to the fact that there were most definitely other people in the rooms surrounding you.

But you can only care as much as he does, and he doesn’t seem overly concerned if the way he hitches your knee around his waist and dips his tongue past your lips is anything to go by. His fingers still knead at your fleshy thigh and you pull him closer with both legs now wrapped around his hips, and your fingers find his hair just the same as his do yours, twisting into the ends and tugging gently.

“God-” He pulls back with a huff, pressing his forehead to yours and cupping your cheek firmly, and you press close to his chest while the both of you stop and breathe heavily. “Why was it so hard to resist you, hm?” He chuckles, pulling your chin even closer until your lower lips brush against each other. But he doesn’t let you connect them right away. “Moaning while I’m trying to medically help you, dirty girl.”

“Your hands just feel so good, I–hnngh-” He chuckles while his hand glides down your back to knead your ass and press your core against his thick length, rolling hard against you, and his teeth tug your lower lip between his.

There almost a sting of pain at how hard he sucks your flesh into his mouth, and you can feel how bruised and swollen he's made your lips when he releases it to press a hard kiss to your mouth. His hips still circling, he hums a moan when your fingers drop to the collar of his shirt and he doesn't stop you when you slip open the buttons and tug the ends from his slacks waistband.

“You have no idea.” His words are heavily muffled from the embrace of your lips and you pull back to look over his toned torso that is now revealed to your eyes, running your hands down his heated skin and tucking your fingertips into his slacks. His own fingers glide to the sides of your leggings and he presses his thumbs to either hip, circling the joint and pinching the flesh to make you squeak. “I have a lot more than my hands to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

“Show me.” You're breathless, leaning into his chest and trying to swivel your hips against his, essentially uselessly with his tight hold on you.

“Yeah?” He taunts, jerking you closer with a rough tug, hooking his fingertips under your waistband and squeezing your skin. “You're sure?”

Both of you pull back to regard the other just for a moment, but there's not a modicum of doubt to be found in either of your eyes, and you each move as one when he presses you back to lay on the bed and you lift your hips. Your leggings slip from the ends of your feet, one sock going with them while the other stays, and neither of you pay it any mind once his hands are tickling your ribs under your shirt. His touch is a scorching warmth as it eases your shirt up, bunched until just above your breasts, and he leans over you as he tugs one cup of your bra down to envelop the tight peak of your nipple into his mouth.

Gasping as quietly as you can, your teeth find your lower lip and your hands lift to twist fingers through the silky strands of his hair, holding him close to continue his ministrations. Opposite hand finding your other mound, he does the same, licking his lips when the flesh bounces under his rough hand and swiping across your nipple before sucking it firmly between his teeth. You can feel the bruises forming on the sensitive flesh, and you yearn for more of the burning throb that it brings while his mouth runs across your skin.

Your chest is heaving by the time he releases you, and he stands between your parted thighs at the end of the bench with a dark hunger in his eyes, licking his lips once more as he glances over the mottled skin, still shining with his saliva.

Impatience settles deep in your stomach and you can't help yourself from reaching down and tugging the buckle of his belt open hard enough for the metal and leather to hit your inner thigh with a burning sting. He grins indulgently as he hooks a palm under each of your knees and tugs you further towards him, now hanging slightly off the bench. Bending your legs back until your thighs almost touch your chest, he leans down to deposit a wet, open mouthed kiss onto each of your thighs before cheekily biting the skin near your panty line, the red of the fabric darkened by the copious amount of juices you'd released.

“Pull them aside for me, sweetheart.” His words, muffled by the swirling of his tongue right beside your core, pull a shudder from your spine, and you quickly do as he says, hooking your finger under the tight band and exposing yourself. “Perfect.”

Your palm smacks against your mouth to hold in the cry his tongue pulls from your throat as he laves the tip of the muscle through your folds. A whimper escapes enough for him to hear as he curls it around your clit, and he grunts wetly into your heat while he stares up at you darkly, lashes fluttering as he savours your taste.

“Please just–huh!” You hiccup a sob when his tongue pierces your folds and curls deep within, and you're forced to turn your face into the curve of your elbow and clamp your teeth into the flesh of your bicep to hold in your sounds. Your fingers find his hair again, and you war with yourself whether to push him away or pull him closer, not wanting the pleasure to end, but hungering for something more.

He releases the throbbing little nub with a wet smack, licking his lips lavishly and pressing them just once to the soft swell of your stomach before straightening to his full height and unsnapping the clasp of his slacks to reveal dark navy briefs. Your back arches while your core clenches under the lack of stimulation and he tuts at the desperate way your feet press against the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. The sound is scolding, meant as a warning, but it only serves to feed the beast deep inside and you press your thighs together to try and soothe the ache.

“Open them.” The sharp slap he delivers the the insides of each thigh makes you jump, another twinge of emptiness running through you, but it's not for long as his longer fingers run across your folds to test your wetness, and he pulls them away with a satisfied grin at how drenched the digits are.

You don't get to see his cock, eyes too busy rolling back into your head as the tip parts your folds and his thumb massages slick circles against your clit, but the burn of the stretch tells you just how thick he is. He spreads you open slowly, fingertips digging bruisingly hard into the flesh of your hip while his eyes watch yours, heavily lidded. You struggle to take him all at first, and he draws back gently for a moment before pressing in again, and he quickly leans down to muffle his grunt into the swell of your breasts when he bottoms out inside you.

“O-Oh!” The first thrust of his hips pushes his tip directly into your gspot, and your fingers loop into his nape while you lean up to press your parted lips against his jaw, and he turns his chin to meet them with his own, answering your gasp with a quiet groan. His hips quicken the easier the glide into your core becomes, and soon the light slapping of his hips meeting yours is echoing concerningly loud around the room, but neither of you are capable of caring.

He lifts himself higher onto the bench, hand releasing your hip to hold himself up with his forearm pressed beside you, and his thumb releases your clit to do the same on your other side, hands gliding under your shoulder blades to tangle in your hair. The new angle presses his tip even harder against the best spots and when he rests his weight against you and circles his hips, he's grinding heavily against your clit.

Every moan that his movements pull from you is swallowed by his tongue curling around yours, and when it gets hard to breathe he pulls back to latch his mouth onto your lower lip and suck the swollen flesh until he almost tastes the metallic tang of blood. The little quirks of pain, his teeth in your lip and his fingers tugging on your hair, intensify the pleasure and you're hurtling embarrassingly fast towards your orgasm.

“So–fucking–tight.” Each word is enunciated with a lift and drop of his hips, and your battered clit throbs while your walls flutter even tighter, and he mutters a swear as he pulls himself back up onto palms flat at your sides, maintaining his angle. “Feel that sweetheart? You're gonna cum for me.”

“Pleas–fuck!” He moves too quickly for your hazy mind to keep up with, pulling out of you and tugging you off the bench and onto shaky legs. He doesn't let you fall though, firm hands on your waist when he spins you and presses you forwards on your forearms, stomach sticking to the leather and hips digging almost painfully into the edge of the bench. He towers over you like this, hands holding your waist steady as he realigns with your entrance and thrusts back inside you hard, and your toes curl in mid air where they can't reach the floor.

“Give it to me. Cum on my cock, sweetheart. Feels good?” You're barely coherent enough to understand his words let alone speak, but he's not satisfied until you reply. Both hands release your waist to grab you, one gently finding your throat and the other twisting hard into the roots of your hair and pulling you up into a hard arch. “Answer me!”

“Fuck–so good! I'm–I can't, I'm gonna cum–ah!” The hand in your hair quickly moves to cover your mouth as you start to peak with your release, and the fingers on your throat splay across your chest to take a handful of your breast while he holds you up with ease.

“Good girl, that's it.” The way he has your back arched presses your clit against the firm leather of the bed, and you whimper as your eyes start to roll back, the quick thrusting of his hips rubbing you hard enough to chafe your hipbones. He catches every moan, cry and whimper as you cum, mouth pressed against your shoulder as he pants and grunts against your skin.

Your orgasm is blinding, arms and legs numb, and you can feel yourself going lax in his arms while you come down from the pleasure. He doesn't ease up the moving of his hips very much but he does gently lower you back onto the bench, hands massaging down from the tops of your shoulders to the middle of your back where it had been strained the most, and you moan gently into the leather when his thumb rolls the tired muscles soothingly.

“Cum in me.” His breath hitches against your spine, frozen where he'd leant down to press a kiss to your back in apology, and you can feel the swell his cock gives at the suggestion. You don't know where it'd come from, the sudden craving, but something deep within craved the heat of his release filling your core, and your walls clenched at the idea.

“W-What?” His thrusts resume slowly, but it's the first time you'd heard a level of unsurety in his voice. “Really?”

“Please.” Nodding eagerly, you arch your back to press your hips against his, and he exhales heavily before picking up the pace once more. “I-Inside, want it–hnng!”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up, hm? Greedy little thing.” His voice is composed even as his hips start to stutter, and his hands squeeze you tight as he slowly loses control. “Ask me! Ask for my cum!”

“Fuck–cum in me! Fill up my greedy pussy, make it yours–please!” His teeth find the flesh of your back but your whimper at the pain is quickly overruled but the gasp you release as the first shot of his cum is pushed deep inside your walls.

He's groaning as quietly as he can, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his jaw to land on your back as he nuzzles your abused skin gently and slowly grinds into you, the last spurts of his cum hot and thick inside you. And he makes sure to lean back, eyes keen as they watch his own length slip from between your folds, only a drop of release managing to follow him. The rest was still deep inside, ready to slowly glide out later and remind you just where he'd been.

“Shit.” He puffs, hands gently massaging your lower back still before he presses a kiss to the back of your head and steps away to retrieve tissues from his desk. Gentle and methodic, he tidies the both of you as best he can and helps you back into your leggings and one sock, chuckling softly at your exhaustion as you flop back onto the bench, still too fucked out to move too much yet. “Your back okay?”

“I might need a repeat appointment Dr. Jung. Unless you intend to bend my back out of shape a second time.” He grins, straightening his clothes and standing between your parted thighs as you push yourself to sit up. He holds you there, fingertips dipped into the curve of your spine as he presses your lips to his one more time.

“I have a private studio at home, if that suits your work schedule better? And call me Hoseok.” You giggle as he nips your lower lip, holding onto his slacks waistband as he leans against you.

“Then I guess you can adjust my back afterwards next time, right Hoseok?” His thumbs dip into your sides and he laughs when you wriggle away slightly.

“Sounds perfect.”

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pillowfluffs · 6 years

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Caretaker!Hyungwon

Pairing: Hyungwon X Reader ft. other members (gender neutral)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You recently injured your ankle, resulting you in a cast. You can technically walk.. sort of. You’re supposed to stay in bed/ seated, put your leg in the least amount of work so it could heal faster. While Hyungwon was out, you decided that you were okay, enough that you could make something to eat, but Hyungwon thought otherwise...

Author’s Note: I am NOT a doctor so when you read, if any of my facts are wrong, I haven’t experienced spraining my ankle so If i’m inaccurate, please don’t kill me. I googled information (and now my fbi agent is probably wondering if I’m okay, but it’s okay, I’m a writer) AHHHh it’s the final of the first MX series.. WOw, i’m actually really proud cause this is my first groupp seriesss and now I can begin my next group series!! Hehe, I already have prompts for all of them, well almost all.. Anyways, I hope you’ve enjoyed this fluffy series! If only these were real... But, Yay! I really hope you’ve enjoyed these!!! I had a lot of fun and the next series will be a genre? I honestly love reading and now I get to write my own versions of it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and please look forward to more works in the future!

*C/N is cereal name*

Other Caretakers! Hyunwoo // Wonho // Minhyuk // Kihyun // Hyungwon // Jooheon // Changkyun

You lay in bed wearing shorts and an oversized white t-shirt, surfing the channels on your tv in your bedroom, trying to find something to satisfy your boredom. You were bedridden after you slipped down your stairs after running down them too excitedly after hearing your boyfriend and his group had come back from their tour.

You had just got out of the shower, wrapping yourself in your towel as music played on your phone. You sang along as you dried yourself off, not caring about how you sounded since you were alone, but that thought only made you feel down since Hyungwon said he’d be coming back next week. It was only a week yet you knew it was going to feel longer. It always felt longer when there weren’t as many days left before you could be in each other’s arms. You had were beginning to dry your hair when you swore you could have heard your name being called through the music. You reached for your phone, pausing your music and listening once again. You didn’t want to call out since it could have been anyone like a robber. You opened your bathroom door to hear better even though your master bedroom door was closed, not hearing any voices but instead light movements downstairs of you believed more than one person.

“Y/N~” The familiar voices of your boyfriend and his members called your names from downstairs. Your eyes grew wide as your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, can’t believing it since you were about to mope all week waiting for Hyungwon’s return. “We’re back!”

“OH MY GOSH!” you called out, quickly scrambling to put on your clothes as fast as you could. About half of your body was still wet but you didn’t care; the love of your life and best friends were back and that was all that mattered. You raced out your bathroom and bedroom, a smile on your face as you gripped on to the wooden banister as you went down the stairs, letting it go as you were only a few steps away. You saw all of them, smiles on their faces as they watched you run down, only for them to disappear as your foot had slipped on the stairs. You stuck your arms out to brace yourself only for you to be caught in Hyungwon and Wonho’s arms.

“Are you okay?” The members asked you as they all gathered around the bottom of the stairs, the two who caught you helping you stand. It wasn’t until you put weight on your right foot that you realized something was wrong.

“I don’t think so.” You winced at the pain as you lightly touched your ankle with your hand, holding on to Hyungwon to balance yourself. You could very very slightly begin to feel swelling around your ankle.

“Do you think you can walk?” Hyungwon held onto your hand and wrist, careful not to hurt you but also careful so you wouldn’t hurt yourself even more. You were curious as well so you carefully lowered your foot, feeling a slight pain. The members held their arms and hands out, ready to catch you from any side as you tried to walk. You shifted your weight slightly to your right foot only to release a small yelp of pain. “Should we go to the hospital?”

“Yes, please,” you sighed. This really was the worst thing that could happen, especially on the day they had come back after they were on the plane for so long and what they probably wanted to do the most right now was to just eat dinner and rest. You began hopping on your left foot towards your front door before Hyungwon stopped you. You looked over to see him now bent over in front of you, squatting down a bit for your short height.

“Get on, you’re not hopping all the way to the car like that.” He spoke so nonchalantly even though he was a bit shy by doing things like this in front of the members.

“Hyungwon, I’m fin-”

“No, you’re not Y/N. Just get on or else we’ll all carry you over our heads to the car.” You giggled at the image of them carrying you as if they were trying to survive and they had killed an animal for meat to eat which was you. As silly as the thought was, you knew it was true. You felt bad enough but this just made you feel worse.

You silently climbed on as the members watched, hearing the white-haired Minhyuk and the brown-haired Jooheon in the back teasing as they were making sure to catch you if Hyungwon dropped you. You peaked back to see them whispering close to each other, making you laugh as you rested your head on his shoulder. Luckily you had showered so you didn’t smell bad since you were at the gym for a couple hours beforehand. “Are you sure you can even carry me? It’s been a while since you carried me like this,” you playfully said, playing with his black hair.

“I’m strong, I’ve carried Hyunwoo a few times.” He jumped up a bit, lifting you higher onto his back but it only threw off his balance, making everyone panic, especially you now that you held onto him tighter. “Plus, I’m a muscle man,” he made himself sound tougher though you knew otherwise but let him be.

“Ah, Hyungwon just let Hyunwoo or Wonho carry her. You got folded in half when you held Hyunwoo.” Kihyun stated as he held the door for everyone.

“I can carry her!” He regained his balance. Everyone laughed at Hyungwon since he was the tall lanky member, also known as a paper doll, but he was your paper doll.

The members took you to the hospital to see a doctor about your ankle learning it was a sprain. You got an x-ray done to be sure also learning there was a slight fracture, resulting in the doctor had given you a boot and crutches for the time being to keep weight off your foot. He told you-you had to use the crutches for at two to three weeks, rest as much as you can, ice the painful areas as you rest to relieve swelling and the pain, of course, apply a compression wrap to help control swelling and to elevate your sprained ankle whenever possible to help prevent, or limit swelling.

On the way home, the members asked if you would like to stay at their dorm with them since now they had a bit of free time and one of them could sleep on the couch so you could sleep in their beds. As sweet as it were, you settled on your own home. You didn’t know how you would be on your own since something like this had never happened to you, but now it was time for you to learn in case this were to ever happen to someone close to you in the future and you could take care of them.

Hearing this idea made Hyungwon uneasy. Now that you couldn’t put weight on your foot at all would make things significantly more challenging, especially for someone of your short height. He refused to leave you alone and decided to stay with you at your house for the time being. It wasn’t his first time staying at your house, but it was for the first time after a while. He had come over and crashed for the night after being at the studio all day, not catching a break. The last thing he needed was to go home to six other grown men all about; he needed a place to sleep quietly and peacefully and no better place was at yours. He also had the bonus of being with you so it was a win-win situation. There even was a time when the members came over and spent a few nights at yours when the air conditioning in their dorm broke, making their place disgustingly humid. It was no problem for you though, since you actually enjoyed being busy in your home, taking care of others. They, of course, didn’t let you be the maid as they always offered you a hand with anything you did from cooking to doing laundry to cleaning your house for you when you went to work.

Now here you were, laying in bed on medical leave from work at home alone. Hyungwon had gone out to get some groceries and Kihyun tagged along since he wanted to make you a feel better surprise meal. Thinking of Hyungwon made you suddenly realize how long they had been gone, making you hungry. You sat up, looking at the black boot on your right foot, contemplating your plan. “I can technically walk now..” You recently stopped using your crutches even though Hyungwon insisted on going another week just to be sure, but you insisted otherwise, telling him you were fine. You walked a few steps with a waddle to prove yourself. You felt a slight pain, but it was nothing compared to when you first fell.

You swung your legs off your bed, switching off the television, and slowly made your way downstairs towards the kitchen. You didn’t really feel like cooking anything since you didn’t want to stand on your foot for too long and you couldn’t anyway since you didn't have many ingredients to cook with. You settled on some cereal instead; C/N. It was your favorite growing up, waking up every morning to eat before school, before going to work, how good it made you feel in the mornings you felt like an actual zombie.

You grabbed the cereal box from your pantry, filled with other snacks, and the milk from the fridge. Now all you needed was your favorite bowl. You opened a cabinet next to the stove, scanning through the shelves before you saw it on the third shelf up, meaning it was too high up for you, but not too high that you needed a chair, plus your chairs were old and rickety, making the chance of you falling off of them high. You couldn’t climb the counter with your boot so your best chance at getting your bowl was to just tippy toe.

You reached up the best you could, stretching your left foot and pushing yourself the highest as you let your right foot hang. It was so close yet so far out of reach. You didn’t want it to come to this but you knew that with your foot in the boot, it made you about an inch and a half taller. You slowly shifted your weight onto your right foot, slowly extending it, feeling soreness in your foot, but it was working, You were much closer to the bowl now. Your fingertips were touching the bottom of it so you tried to pull it out. You could’ve easily chosen another bowl, but this bowl was special to you, having a place in your heart for it. “Hyungwon must have done the dishes and put it up here..” you sighed.

“Y/N, we’re home,” Hyungwon called to you, his voice tired, but you were too focused on the bowl since you almost had it in your hands. He wore black ripped jeans with a black shirt tucked in as Kihyun wore blue jeans with a white shirt and pink denim jacket. He brought in bags of groceries in his arms into the kitchen where he was met with you. “Y/N!” You had finally gotten the bowl but the sudden yell of your name made you lose balance, causing your plastic boot to slip against the tiled kitchen ground. You fell backward, grabbing the open cereal box with you, making cereal fly everywhere. You braced your bottom closing your eyes, expecting to feel a hard collision with the ground, only to open them when you realized you didn’t hit the floor. You turned to see yourself in Hyungwon’s arms, catching you.

“You're supposed to be in bed!” The tiredness in his voice was gone. He had never moved so fast in his life, other than when he caught you and now. “You almost put yourself in another cast!” He scolded you but he really was concerned for you. You were so precious to him and he hated to see you hurt; it hurt him too. “I worry so much for you, don’t hurt yourself anymore, silly.”

The corners of your lips pointed downwards as you held your bowl, happy at least that it didn’t fall to the ground and shatter. “I just wanted cereal,” your voice was quiet, feeling ashamed of yourself since you knew he was right. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your head into his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Woah, what happened in here?” Kihyun walked in with groceries in hand, looking around to see all the cereal all over the ground and you in Hyungwon’s lap, hugging each other. The light hit his head, making his hair shine brown with his undercut haircut for their recent song, stuck.

“I was trying to make cereal, but… fell…. again,” you spoke a bit confidently before your voice got quiet towards the end of your sentence. You felt Hyungwon sigh before you felt his hands below your thighs, lifting you up as he stood up, holding onto the counter for support.

“I’m going to bring them to the living room to rest, could you start dinner? I’ll come back and clean.” Hyungwon looked down to Kihyun as he held you as if you were one of those giant stuffed bears from the amusement parks.

“Yeah, no problem.” Kihyun began right away, lifting the bags of groceries and placing them on your kitchen island, taking what they bought out and beginning to prep.

Hyungwon walked you silently towards your living room, laying down on the bigger black leather couch. The curtains were drawn since as the sun set, it would shine in, making the room very hot. He yawned as soon as he began to lay you down on your right side and him on his left side, making sure your foot was elevated and in no way of getting squished. He wrapped his arms around your body. “Even if you did hurt yourself just now, that would just give me the reason to stay here with you even longer so I can take care of you,” his voice was low and very quiet.

“Thank you, my turtle,” you laughed softly as you cupped his sleepy face in your hands, kissing his lips before you slowly began to fall asleep from the warmth of his body. He used his foot to cover your bodies from the comforter you had folded at the end of the couch. He wrapped the soft before he completely fell asleep with slow deep breaths, you following shortly.

“Tsk, Hyungwon lied..” Kihyun peeked at the two of you from the kitchen, sweeping away the spilled cereal as water for the surprise noodle dinner he was making began to boil on the stove.

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jabbajambler · 3 years

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Powerless

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,207

*GIF by @pixelahsoka*

The Razor Crest drifted through space like a canoe on a river, bouncing every once in a while, but floating across gentle waves to its destination. Everyone inside was fast asleep, happy to finally obtain a few blissful moments of sleep before they arrived on Trask.

Myrah twitched in her sleep, surprisingly not waking the child in her lap. Her foot kicked and her hand clenched into a fist. Her eyes seemed to move in a panic despite them being closed, trying to bring herself out of her slumber to no avail.

A soft beeping woke Din, a warning that their rest was quickly coming to an end. The large, blue, ocean-covered planet faced them. Its clouds swirled and danced about the planet's surface, making it appear more enticing than it truly was.

"Myrah," the Mandalorian whispered and turned to face his restless passenger. The child opened his wide brown eyes and watched as Myrah whimpered and tried to pull her arms up as though they were tied down to the armrests. "Myrah," he tried again, trying to shake her leg, "wake up, we're here."

She continued to struggle against herself, nearly crying out in what Din could only detect as pain until he stood and grabbed her by the shoulders to shake her again. Her eyes shot open, her hands immediately grasping his arms as she struggled to catch her breath.

"What was that?" he whispered and pulled back his arms, letting her hands fall to her sides.

"I-" she started, looking around the small cockpit. Her face morphed into confusion as her eyebrows stitched together and her lips pulled down into a frown. "I don't know. I don't remember."

Din nodded, "looked like a nightmare. You still have those?" Myrah scoffed and tried to turn her head away to hide the sad look that had taken over. "We all get them," he sighed and lowered himself back in his seat.

"Well," he spoke up again as the frog lady started to wake, "looks like we made it. Get ready for landing." His hand landed against the panel as it failed to respond. "Dank ferrik," he snapped, "the landing array isn't responding. Without the guidance system, it'll be a manual re-entry."

"Great," Myrah groaned and tossed her head back in her seat.

Din sighed and readied the ship, "once we get through the atmosphere, there should be enough fuel to slow down. If we don't burn to a crisp," he whispered the last part under his breath.

The Razor Crest started to fall down towards the planet, beginning to catch fire as it neared the atmosphere. Bright red lights filled the cockpit and the alarm that started to blare was quickly silenced with the flick of a switch.

"Myrah, come up here. I need your hands," Din grunted as he struggled to pull back the ship's steering. Myrah quickly jumped from her seat, holding the top of his chair as she maneuvered her way to his side. "This lever needs to stay back. Can you do that?" his gaze remained on her until she gave a small nod.

Myrah grasped the lever and kept it pulled back with some ease thanks to the Force maintaining her balance, but it wasn't easy. Everything in the ship was fighting against them, as though it wanted them to crash into the planet.

"Keep it steady," Din's voice came out strained, "here we go."

The ship continued to free-fall as the landing pad came into view. They were still moving much too fast. The sound of the radio sliced through the tense air with a nervous voice speaking, "Razor Crest, this is Trask flight control. Please reduce your speed to port protocol"

"I'm trying my best here," he bit back, "engage reverse thrusters. Brace!" he shouted as he pushed another lever forward to descend the ship's landing gear.

"Din, be careful," Myrah's voice was timid as she gripped his chair and let go of the lever once it was no longer needed.

He groaned and shook his head,"I'm gonna need you to sit down and keep your mouth shut, Princess. Got it? Now hold on."

Myrah managed to fall back into her seat while holding the child close to her chest. The woman through the radio spoke again, "Razor Crest, do you copy? You have to reduce speed."

Din mumbled to himself, "almost there," repeatedly while the others held on for dear life.

"Razor Crest, you are coming in too fast, you have to re-"

Din switched off the radio, cutting off the lady while the ship slowed, inching closer to the pad. They were home free - almost.

"Here we go," Din's relieved voice spoke, "nice and easy."

As if on queue, the thruster sputtered out and forced the ship on an angle. It tilted, hovering in the air and soon hurling itself into the vast ocean. The three let out a short scream as water leaked into the cockpit. It didn't fill much higher than their ankles before it was pulled up and roughly hauled back onto the platform.

"You have got to be kidding me," Myrah hissed and pulled a small piece of seaweed off her foot. "We could have died!"

Din huffed, "you think I wanted to knock us into the water?" He stood and spun around to face her as she jumped from her seat.

"Maker, you're so reckless!" she shouted and waved her hand in front of the doors, sliding them open with little effort through the Force. "How you're still alive is beyond me."

"Oh, I'm reckless?" Din snapped as he and the frog lady followed Myrah out of the ship. "What about that time where you ran out in the middle of the war zone to play hero?"

"Please," she shook her head, "Sorgan? You're comparing this to that army of idiots and their robot?"

They continued to bicker as they left the ship. The frog lady and the child, floating behind in its pod, followed, watching the two argue until they came to face a purple Mon Calamari in a blue, cable knit sweater.

"So," the alien interrupted the two, "how can I help you?"

Din grumbled and glared at Myrah behind his visor, "this isn't over." He turned his attention back to the dock worker with a slightly apologetic tone, "can you fix it?"

"Fix it?" they laughed, "nah. But I can make it fly."

"Do what you can," he sighed and placed the currency on the small board the worker held.

"I'll fuel it up. If it still holds fuel," they looked anxiously at the ruined ship while they walked away.

The frog lady croaked as she wandered around and searched for her husband. They seemed to explore the entire dock, both Din and Myrah continuing to argue as she looked. She shouted desperately, her eyes sinking as all seemed lost.

At last, another croak floated across the dock, reaching the lady's ears. Her face lit up as she saw her teal counterpart. She ran towards him, squealing with joy. It had been so long since she'd last seen her husband and now they would never have to be apart again.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, squeezing her like he would never let go again. Din and Myrah stopped to watch them and suddenly all the petty arguments were gone. Instead, a smile graced their faces at the sight of the happy couple.

Din's stomach dropped as he looked in awe at the frog pair. "I'm sorry," he spoke in a hushed voice.

Myrah shook her head and swiftly turned to face the Mandalorian, "no, Din, listen. I'm-"

"Will you ever let me finish?" he interrupted. "I'm sorry. I didn't think this trip would end up like this and I'm sorry I've put you through all of it. I'm glad you're here."

Myrah tried not to smile, her teeth pulling back her lip as she struggled to disguise the grin on her face. "I am too. If I'm going to have so many near death experiences, I'm just happy you're there."

Din nodded and glanced back at the frog people. "That's nice, isn't it? What they have?"

"I can think of better situations," Myrah bumped her hip against his and started walking towards the couple as they peered into their bucket of eggs.

He took a sharp breath as he watched her walk away. His hand ached to reach for her, but he held it back. There was no one else quite like Myrah and he didn't want to risk losing her ever again. If that meant he had to hold back for a little bit, then he would do it. He would do anything for her.

The green frog man croaked gratefully and shook Din's hand with a wide smile. "You're welcome," he responded as he was pulled from his thoughts, "I was told you could lead me to others of my kind." The man nodded and pointed towards a worn-down building. "The Inn? Over there?"

Myrah sighed as she took in the sight of the building with its sinking roof. "We've been to worse," she shrugged and followed the frog couple, but something felt off.

Din felt it too; the strange shift in the air. They both turned to scan the area, but whatever it was, it was gone. The pair of eyes that watched them disappeared amongst the crowd of people.

The doors to the Inn slid open to welcome them, allowing them inside the dimly lit room. It was full of all different sorts of people, each minding their own business as they sat with their stew. The frog man croaked and waved at one of the servers then gestured around the area. Din nodded and looked between the pair and spoke a kind, genuine, "thank you."

"Yes," Myrah agreed, "thank you." She followed behind the Mandalorian, placing her hand appreciatively on the frog lady's shoulder before she fully entered the building. "Good luck with your family."

An inviting, red Mon Calamari alien looked at the two and pointed towards one of the few empty tables. "Have a seat over there," he spoke and followed them to their table as they settled into their seats. "What can I get you?"

"Nothing for me," Din looked to Myrah as she shook her head, "a bowl of chowder for my friend."

"These seats are scarce, buddy," the alien spoke sternly, "everyone seated needs to eat."

"I can buy something else," he interrupted and tossed a few Mon Calamari credits on the table, "information."

The alien slid the credits into his palm, staring over them as he tried to decide if it was enough to let them stay. Myrah watched him as he looked over the currency, her eyebrows coming together in equal contemplation.

"We need to find others that look like him," she nodded towards Din and crossed her arms on the table. "You know of any?"

He pulled down a hose that dropped the stew in front of the child's bowl, "others with beskar have been through here," he explained in a low tone.

"Who can take me to them?" Din asked quickly.

"I know someone who might help," the alien hummed before leaving the table.

Myrah leaned towards Din, her eyes never leaving the Mon Calamari as he approached another table. "Do you think we should trust them? Maybe we should just search on our own. Who knows, they may find us instead and we don't even need a third party."

"You're nervous," he whispered with a chuckle.

"I'm not nervous. I just think there are better ways to handle this," she grumbled. "You can't tell me you don't get a bad vibe from this."

The child let out a squeal as a small creature jumped from the bowl and stuck to his face. Din sighed, "don't play with your food," he scolded with a gentle tone and poked the creature's leg with his knife, forcing it to slide back into the bowl.

An orange Quarren sat across from the trio and hummed. His face was downturned and villainous, accompanied by a deep, threatening voice. "You seek others of your kind?" he asked, his facial tentacles moving as he spoke.

Din nodded, "have you seen them?"

"Aye," the squid-like alien assured him, "I can bring you to them."

"Where?" Myrah quickly snapped.

The Quarren shushed her and chuckled mockingly at her question. "Only a three hours' sail. It'll cost you though. Come find me over there when you're ready to leave," he nodded towards his group of friends, soon joining them in a quiet conversation.

"I don't like this," Myrah sighed and rubbed a hand down her face.

"Me neither," Din looked over at her disgruntled expression, "but we don't have a choice. The sooner we leave, the better."

He stood before Myrah could answer, strutting over towards the alien's table. Myrah groaned and looked over at the child as he ate, seemingly unaware of the goings-on around him.

"Your dad is a mess, kid. He better hope this doesn't end badly."

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meditativeyoga · 5 years

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Wise words from the woman who pioneered curvy yoga

Curvy positioning is an art. I do not state that to be charming yet rather because I believe it's particularly real. When we browse us, a lot of the yoga exercise sources available to teach us poses show either an extremely thin body or an anatomical version [also known as a skeletal system] Neither is very valuable when you have curves.

While our postures might look a little different from an anatomical model [give thanks to benefits, right?], that doesn't mean they're not lined up. The very first time I saw an image of myself in Side Angle Posture, I was surprised. As in, completely.

All this time I would certainly assumed I was aligned, yet when I looked at the picture, I assumed my knee looked secured as well as that my hip was totally misaligned.

So I entered into the present once again, constructing it up gradually before a mirror to validate. And that's when it hit me: exactly what I would certainly seen as imbalance was actually simply the form of my body. Due to the fact that I was utilized to seeing straight lines and also angles in yoga exercise publications, I had not know exactly how various it viewed my body. Just what a revelation.

I encourage you to approach positioning from the in out-- feeling the placement in your body while likewise doing your best to establish yourself up safely.

Feet

If your feet tend to coming in or out [as much of ours provide for a range of factors-- genes, injury, etc.], you have an added special work to do: push them down firmly. Pretty much at all times. Grounding your feet could maintain you secure in your poses and could likewise help you build stamina in your feet and also ankle joints to keep you secure, both on as well as off the mat.

If your feet tend to roll in or out, push them down securely. Virtually all the time

If you have any sort of foot discomfort [plantar fasciitis, heel spurs, swelling, etc.], take into consideration taking a shorter position in standing presents. Often the feet can actually be grippy in standing postures because they're aiming to do all the work of maintaining your body upright. So whether you're really feeling discomfort in the feet for among the factors over or an additional reason, experiment with a much shorter position. You could also alternate between front- as well as side-facing postures to provide the feet some selection in the work they have to do.

Knees

If I had to call the number one grievance I listen to from my students, it's knees. So let's break it down [ not actually-- ouch!] Pain in the knees generally turns up in 2 forms: crunching/pain when moving as well as discomfort when kneeling.

Crunching/pain when moving

When removaling right into standing postures where the knee is bent [such as Warrior 1, Warrior 2 or Side Angle], go slowly. There is no blue bow for rocketing your knee directly to 90 degrees [although there could be a wrist bracelet if you go as well much and end up at the doc's office] Instead, removal slowly into the present on your very own breath.

For instance: "Inhale, flex your knee. Exhale, align your leg." Do this a few times and use it as a guide for where is a great area for your knee to be. That way when you're prepared to hold it, you'll know where to go.

Pain when "standing" on knees

If you have discomfort in stooping positions, you have a few choices:

Don' t do them. Seriously, there are lots of various other good selections, so why threat something as useful as your knee?

Do the pose in a different way.

If you're basically all right on your knees yet just do not like the sensation of your knee digging right into the difficult ground [and that does, actually?], attempt positioning a covering under your knee as well as see if that helps. Otherwise, go for alternative 1 or 2 above.

Legs

We're commonly educated to practise Standing Mountain, or Tadasana, with feet with each other or, at one of the most, hip range apart. Due to the fact that of our flesh [ particularly around the thighs], this placement [particularly feet with each other] could be uncomfortable at best and dangerous at worst. As an example, in my body, if I stand with my feet together, my knees bend out.

Throwing my body out of positioning to comply with a narrow [ actually] concept of a position is not yoga! If the exact same is true for you, junk it! Step your feet a comfortable range apart then build your placement from there. You're still secure doing it this means-- and also, actually, if this is just what is ideal for your body, you're actually safer.

Shoulders

Many curvy folks have actually gotten the message-- both implicitly and clearly-- that we must use up less space on the planet. That our body is not fine and also we must change it. The noticeable psychological toll this kind of message can take, it could additionally have a result on our body. On a subconscious level, we may shut down our heart and attempt to conceal a bit from the world. When that happens, it could create our upper body to collapse as well as shoulders to round in a little bit as we attempt to take up less space, or even an invisible quantity of this could make a big distinction in just how you really feel in a posture [and also in your life]

So lift your sternum and broaden throughout your collarbones. You have arrived! And you're gon na take up however much room you dang well please.

Wrists

Wrists are fragile as well as particular creatures. And also they can cause pain in yoga poses-- especially poses with an arm balance component like Downward Dealing with Pet. If your wrists are giving you any type of problem in a present like that, below are a couple of points to try:

Roll up the leading edge of your floor covering and area the roll at the centre/back of your hand. This could take a little pressure off the wrists,

Use a yoga exercise wedge to do the exact same thing,

Make clenched fists with your hands and do the position on your hands [base of the hand on the ground, not knuckles],

Holding into 3- or 5-pound pinheads can develop a similar effect to alternative 3 however might be much easier on the hands for some people because the pinhead is birthing the stress right into the flooring,

Do one more variation of the present, perhaps with the wall or a chair, that may include less wrist pressure.

A word on knee and also hip replacements

If you have had a knee or hip substitute, you are not the only one. My recommendations is to follow your physician's guidance on exactly what is finest for you. As soon as you're operating within those criteria, adhere to the feel great concept. If it really feels great, go all out. If not, discover one more choice that does.

Okey doke, now we're gettin' to some excellent things! Below are a bunch of recommendations for making your technique curve-specific as well as comfy:

Booty

When you have a little bit more to like in the booty department, it could make it hard to rest on your back easily. It can cause your upper back and neck to obtain ground as well as your reduced back.

There are several alternatives right here:

Take your Savasana, or final leisure position, in a different setting that you discover much more comfy,

Place a covering under your head, this is sometimes sufficient to align the neck and also shoulders a lot more comfortably,

Put a boost or rolled-up covering under your knees to release your lower back,

Some mix of 2 and also 3 that benefits you. Do not hesitate to make use of these suggestions in any relaxing positions that you 'd like.

Belly

I believe the stomach is the area that makes curved individuals most uneasy-- literally but additionally psychologically. We're not generally shown to touch, a lot less love, our bellies!

I typically recommend two things to offer bellies a little even more room:

step your feet wider and

move the belly skin.

Stepping your feet broader jobs well in standing presents [such as standing forward flex] and seated positions [such as sittinged ahead flex] When the feet are as well narrow in these placements, the belly could really feel stuck, or compressed, by the legs. Tipping the feet bigger could lower or eliminate the issue, do not hesitate to go mat-width or larger-- whatever you should feel good!

Moving the tummy skin itself is likewise a substantially incredible choice. It's extreme not only due to the fact that it functions so well yet due to the fact that it gets you in touch [actually] with your tummy, which is something we can most likely all advantage from. I typically provide 2 choices for this: [1] lift the skin up or [2] tuck the skin down. I personally choose the last, yet I've involved find that it's mainly an issue of personal preference. Some individuals locate more aid with training, others with tucking. I state whatever drifts your boat is a-ok!

In a nutshell, however, it has to do with as easy as it sounds: take your hands to either side of your belly, closest to your hips. Either removal the skin up and out or put it down toward your pelvis. Eliminate your hands as well as voila! You currently have a bit more area to removal comfortably into your pose.

Motivation

One of one of the most satisfying [and also concurrently tough] parts regarding starting or proceeding a yoga technique is the dance you pertain to motivation.

When I take into consideration hopping on my floor covering, resistance comes up for me as usually as not. For a long time [as in years and years and also years], this made me aggravated. I instantly switched into "tough on myself" setting. I didn't understand exactly how I can be so fundamentally flawed that I couldn't simply jump on my mat without complaining like undoubtedly every various other yogi on the planet have to be able to do.

One of the most rewarding [and concurrently difficult] components regarding beginning or proceeding a yoga exercise practice is the dancing you pertain to motivation

And then I started casually talking with other yogis about this, and also it struck me: this isn't really an one-of-a-kind trouble. This is something everybody deals with [and I'm not overemphasizing. I'm willing to wager that every individual who has ever before intended to have a normal technique has actually had problem with maintaining it up every now and then]

Here's what help me: when I feel resistance turn up [generally in the type of factors why I can't practice-- do not have sufficient time, do not seem like it, wish to do something else instead, I'll do it later-- which transforms into never ever, and so on.], I utilize it as an opportunity to examine in as swiftly as feasible. As soon as I discover it's taking place [which isn't really constantly quickly], I'll quit and also ask myself some variation of "What's truly going on right here?" And what I find is constantly informative.

Sometimes I discover that I'm feeling overwhelmed. Various other times I'm really feeling tired. Various other times I find I'm simply dropping into an old pattern. No matter what turns up, I obtain the possibility to ask myself my favorite question of all time: "What could I do?"

Too commonly, I "must" around myself. I "should" practise daily. I "need to" practise for 90 minutes, not 10. I "must" include x or y poses in my method. Et cetera and also on.

In situation you have not know it for yourself [You most likely currently have], "ought to" begins with "sh" for a factor-- due to the fact that it's a close cousin to "bind."

And that's what "must" seems like to me-- irons that keep me from my true practice. I began practising "must to could." To puts it simply, rather than coming down on myself wherefore I "must" do, I began asking myself what I might do. I welcome you to offer it a shot sometime: it changes the energy of the scenario totally. Need to is having, can is increasing. When I ask myself just what I might do, I constantly feel more creative.

I could often locate something I can do, even if simply for a couple of minutes. And I additionally feel extra complimentary when the answer isn't really yoga as well as is instead something like a snooze-- which is also really excellent yoga, in my point of view. I think that recognizing and fulfilling your real requirements is yoga in action!

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returnerofthewrites · 7 years

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Drenched! Soaking Spelunking Through the Bluff!

"Are y'sure that this is th'place, Bill?" Cyan thought aloud, peering all around as we strode towards the Drenched Bluff, the damp, mossy dirt squishing and squelching messily underfoot, the sounds of trickling water drifting through the otherwise-silent air. I glanced over my shoulder at the Samurott, my gaze briefly lingering on the sun as it gradually peeked above the eastern mountain range, its fiery light spreading throughout the teal-tinged sky. The water type lightly smacked his fan-shaped tail against the ground, leaving a slight indent in between his pawprints. "But why would th'Chronicler want t'meet us here? This place's jus' a couple hours from home!"

"Heh, when I had the Dimensional Scream, someone else asked the same question," I replied with a shake of my head, reaching back to brush my aura tassels back behind my shoulders afterward. My ears twitched when I heard Rose stifle a laugh, and I turned to look at my partner, narrowly seeing her duck her head into her blue scarf. My tail wagged, and I tugged on the straps of our treasure bag, giving our Exploration Team badge a quick polish with a paw. "But yeah, the voice said the Chronicler was going to be hiding out here in the Drenched Bluff... for, uh, for some reason."

"Well that's just silly!" Erin exclaimed matter-of-factly, her whiskers twitching as she shook her head. The Mienshao hastily tied her fur sleeves up, then pulled a smooth stone from her fanny-pack, slipping it into her makeshift sling to test the weight. She paused for a moment mid-whirl, then giggled quietly under her breath. "Heehee, or maybe it's just so super-duper important that letting any other Pokemon find out about it wouldn't be good!"

"That sounds more likely to me..." Rose trailed off, lightly pawing at a moss-covered rock as she spoke, her nine fluffy tails waving up and down in the air as she pawed lightly at the soft lichen. A faint, damp breeze sweep down from the top of the bluff and bluster over us, and I looked over at the Ninetales when she trotted over to me, a slightly-anxious expression on her muzzle. "Nobody knows who they are exactly, after all, even though they've written books and everything. I hope that we're not putting them in any danger..."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Rose," I said, reaching out to give her a reassuring pat, and she let out a low sigh, smiling gratefully at me before focusing back on the path leading into the bluff itself, winding up and around past tunnels and outcrops. Peering around the area again, I folded my arms and idly tapped my pawspikes against my torsofur. "We've been here plenty of times anyway, so it shouldn't take that long to sniff him out, wherever he is."

"Mmm, that's true." Rose padded forward, her ponytail of headfur slipping over her side in the breeze, and she craned her neck to look skyward, the very top of the hill coming into view slowly, but surely, as morning came. She took a deep breath to calm herself, then smiled a bit more warmly, turning around to look at Cyan, Erin and I. "Yeah... yeah, we can do it. Is everyone ready, then?"

"I've been ready!" Cyan grunted, balling his front paws into fists and rolling his eyes, eliciting a giggle from Erin in the process. "Now let's quit gabbin' an' get goin'!"

The water type stomped forward, pushing past us and heading towards one of the trails, and I strolled up to my partner even as they both headed onward. We both shared a determined nod before following after our two younger teammates, breaking into a brisk jog to catch up with them, trickles of water coming down from high above us.

Drenched! Soaking Spelunking Through the Bluff!

I hunched forward, ducking underneath a few rocks jutting out from the walls as we made our way up the trail, moss and tiny flowers caked between the cobbled stones. An hour had already passed since we first entered into the mystery dungeon, but the waterlogged hillside seemed to blend together, small paths leading to small clearings with more small paths leading away again. A couple of gray, misty clouds had rolled in as we walked, blocking the sun and thankfully keeping the weather from getting too hot. Cyan and Erin splashed around a couple steps ahead, the latter scooping stones and other things up from the damp ground and slipping them into her belt pouch.

"Finding anything interesting, Erin?" I called out, reaching up to rub at our Exploration Team badge as I spoke, and the Mienshao swiveled around on her heels, nearly losing her balance as she started to walk backwards.

"Not really!" She cheerfully replied, lifting her paws and holding a couple of water-smoothed pebbles up above her head, waving them back and forth a few times before tucking them into her tied fur sleeves. She gave the stones a quick spin to test their weight, nodding afterward. "No orbs or seeds or anything, it's all rocks."

"Just be careful and watch where you're stepping, okay?" Rose chimed in, cocking her head slightly as she looked towards the younger Pokemon, gesturing at her to turn back around with a shake of her muzzle. Erin smiled and nodded earnestly, then spun back around, her tail and whiskers swishing through the air as she jogged ahead to hunt for more stuff.

Turning my head, I glanced at the Ninetales out of the corner of my eyes, watching her walk slowly and daintily behind me, being cautious to move from one patch of moss to another in order to keep her footing. Slowing my pace somewhat, I waited until my partner had caught up with me, scanning around the Drenched Bluff in the meantime. The sunlight waxed for a moment as the clouds drifted away, only to darken again not a second later; I glanced up when a quiet screech caught my ear, chuckling under my breath when I spied a few wild Wingull circling about.

"So, uh..." I started lamely, bringing my arms back behind my head, aura tassels bumping and slipping out between my pawspikes as I glanced at my partner. "Mind if I ask something?"

"Mmm?" Rose perked up, then smiled and nodded at me, her tails swishing back and forth, their orange tips brushing up against my side. The cream-furred fox relaxed a little bit, cocking her head in curiosity as she replied. "Bill, you know you don't need to ask that, hehe. What is it?"

"The Chronicler," I answered without missing a beat, taking a deep breath of the misty morning air and sighing, briefly checking on Cyan and Erin – the former crabbing at the latter about something as she scampered about – before continuing. "What all do you know about him?"

"Oh!" Rose's face brightened in understanding, her expression turning thoughtful as she mulled the question over, digging her paws into a couple clumps of grass and soil as the path started to slope higher. I crouched lower and bent my knees as I pushed against the rising hill, my ears flicking as I heard Rose dig her paws in, her tiny claws scraping against the rocks. "Well, I already told you most of what I know. They study ancient ruins, and they've written some books about their research. They know a lot about humans in particular, though nobody knows exactly how they found everything out."

"Huh," I grunted, my tail wagging back and forth as a shadow suddenly passed over us, a large chunk of slate jutting out from the side of the bluff above us. I looked up at it, furrowing my brow when I spotted a crumbling hole just underneath the slab, a miniature, underground brook flowing from the gap and cascading down the mountain in a sparkling waterfall. "He's clever enough, planning on me having a Dimensional Scream to figure out where we are, at least. First time anyone's tried that to get our attention, huh?"

"Yeah... though it still spooked me when you just up and fainted like that." A bashful blush flared onto the Ninetales' cheeks, and she bowed her head. I chuckled at that, bringing a paw over to tousle her headfur, and she leaned into my touch, looking forwards as the slope finally evened back out. "It's been so long since you last had a Dimensional Scream at all, I'm amazed that the Chronicler even thought to try and contact us that way. They must have been planning this for a while..."

"Either that or he's desperate to keep all this a secret," I replied, looking over the edge of the cliff at the ground below, the trail having risen just above the low-hanging mists. Water swirled its way down the outcrops, and feral Pokemon gathered around the ponds that formed at the very bottom of the mountain. "Last time we tried to keep something a secret that badly, it, uh... it nearly didn't end well."

"Mmm, that's true," Rose hummed under her breath, but she smiled shortly afterward, a couple of her tails swishing sideways and curling around mine. "But things turned out okay in the end, right?"

"Whooaah-!"

We both jumped at the sound of a yelp, followed by a loud, crashing splash, and Rose and I looked up in concern, then broke into a jog, water slowly splashing around our legs as the path through the gorge descended into a flowing, ankle-deep creek. It didn't take long before Cyan and Erin came back into view, and I winced internally when I spotted the Mienshao laying flat in the puddles, a pained expression on her snout. Rose gasped quietly, then pushed past me, slowing to a stop at the fighting type's side and scooping one of her arms up onto her back.

"Oh no, Erin...!" My partner cooed comfortingly, nudging the pink mink with her backside as she and Cyan helped her get back up off of the ground. Erin whimpered under her breath, but shook her head a few times to snap herself out of her stupor, staring down at her now-sopping-wet front afterward. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I think so!" The younger explorer replied hastily, cocking her head a bit as she watched the water drip from her fur and get caught up in the stream. I walked up behind them, giving Erin a firm pat on her shoulder as she shimmied a few times, giving herself a quick once-over. It didn't take long for her to regain her usual cheer, her mouth curling into a bubble smile as she stomped around in circles. "The water feels a lot stronger here than it did before so I guess it must have tripped me up, heeheehee!"

"Y'sure you're goin' t'be alright?" Cyan grumbled, letting go of his friend and letting his front paws drop back into the drink, his gaze wandering as he looked over the crevice trail leading further into the bluff. "Hmph, maybe you'd be better off stayin' on my back if th'current keeps getting' stronger an' stronger!"

"But then I'll have to get off anytime I want to pick up a-" Erin halted mid-sentence, her tail twitching this way and that as she looked around the area. Not a second later, she started to skip away, her damp fur sleeves and her whiskers bouncing as she splashed her way through the shallow puddles. "Ooh, look look look, over here!"

"Erin, wait-!" I yelled at the Mienshao, but she simply turned around and beckoned us to come with her; I shook my head, unable to keep myself from chuckling, and the three of us gave chase, sunlight glittering against chunks of rock as the pink mink ducked her head into a modest gap that had been carved out of the hillside. She paused and waited for us before going any further, though, rocking back and forth on her heels as Cyan, Rose and I caught up to her.

"See?" She said triumphantly, wiggling her paws at the ground. I turned where she pointed, folding my arms as I looked at the audibly-burbling brook that flowed around us. "I betcha this'll take us somewhere, right?"

"Hmm..." I scratched at my chin, then dipped one of my paws into the water, feeling the current whip and swirl around my wrist as it rushed out of the tunnel. Taking a deep breath, I concentrated, feeling energy flow down my arm as I focused my aura, a small sphere forming in the palm of my paw. It gave off a faint light that reflected off of the rocks, and I glanced at Rose as she stepped up to me. "The flow's pretty darn strong, so this tunnel probably goes right through to the deepest part of the dungeon, or at least it'll bring us in the right direction. What do you think, Rose?"

"It's worth a shot," The fire type replied with a short nod, nosing at her blue scarf to press it flat against her scruff of neckfur. "Let's go and see where it leads!"

I nodded in turn, sidling up against the wall and gesturing at her to lead the way. With a smile, she blew a few strands of her headfur out of her face, bent her legs low, and started to shuffle forward, her tails curling tightly against her back as if to avoid the water at all costs. Erin energetically hopped in place a couple times, then went after her, the two of them quickly crawling out of sight. I glanced at Cyan, who grunted and pointed forward, and I nodded, crouching down and heading after our teammates, keeping one paw pressed firmly against the wall as I held the aura sphere aloft.

"Sheesh, this is a tight fit," I muttered to myself, feeling the tips of my ears graze against the stones as I waddled along, glancing over my shoulder to make sure that I hadn't left Cyan behind. The Samurott, thankfully, was squirming close behind me, laying completely flat on his belly as he struggled to drag himself along, his hiking pack scraping on the ceiling of the tunnel. Despite myself, I grinned, reaching my free paw out towards him. "Need some help?"

"Bah, jus' keep movin'!" The blue-furred sea lion rolled his eyes, giving me a dismissive wave before going back to crawling, scrabbling at the ground and pulling forward. My grin widened at that, and I turned back around, holding my aura sphere out and moseying onward, hearing Rose and Erin's paws padding through the water all the while.

"Hmm..." Rose hummed in thought. "How long do you think we've been in here?"

I glanced over at the cream-furred fox as she spoke, my ears flicking as we waded through the cave system, her eyes shining slightly in the dim light. The tunnel had opened up, if only just slightly, rising up higher and higher and carrying white, foamy froth down from wherever the brook was flowing from. Sunbeams streamed in from tiny gaps in the ceiling, illuminating the thicker clumps of moss growing over the submerged rocks, and I dug my pawpads into the soft plants as they squished underneath our footpaws. Cyan and Erin kept hot on our heels, the former's shell helmet occasionally scraping against the ceiling and making us jump.

"Not sure," I replied, trying to stand up somewhat, only for my ears to fold over against my head as I bumped right into the top of the tunnel; grunting and rubbing my scalp, I crouched back down, feeling a slight ache throb through my thighs. "Seems like it's been a while, though, so we're probably getting close to the top."

"I don't remember the Drenched Bluff being so big..." The Ninetales said, her tails still curled up tightly to keep them from getting wet. I reached out and gave them a quick fluff, chuckling when they twitched in approval. "I know we're going upward, but it feels like this tunnel just keeps going."

"Well, we usually don't take the underground route, either," I remarked, brushing my aura tassels back behind my shoulders, then tugging on the straps of the treasure bag as I felt it weigh against my back. Rose tilted her head from side to side, nodding in agreement afterward, starting to raise her legs out of the creek as it started to deepen. "Who knows, maybe this is actually a shortcut-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt my footpaw thud against something smooth and prickly – much smoother and pricklier than the grainy rocks and moss – and I froze right in my tracks. A nervous twinge ran through my veins as the thing dislodged from the ground and loudly scratched against the rocks, my partner giving a start and snapping her head towards me.

"Huh?" I peered over my shoulder at Cyan when he barked out a grunt, his voice echoing around the passage as he reached for his seamitars. "What th'heck was that?"

"I think I hit something." I waved circles with one paw and gestured into the darkness with the other, the aura sphere's gentle light shining down on the bluish rocks below us. Cyan held the handle of his blade a little bit longer before relaxing, Erin rocking back and forth on her heels in the meantime. "Didn't feel like a rock, but I think it was clinging on and I knocked it loose. Anyone want to check and see what it was?"

"Ooh!" Erin chirped, bending over a bit and reaching into the water with gusto. When she hopped back up, she was holding a small, wild Pokemon with both paws, her tied fur sleeves swishing around as it wriggled and writhed against her grasp. I turned around and brought my aura sphere over, the light reflecting against the creature's silvery shell, with a purple front, tail, and two thin antennae dangling from its forehead. "Is this it?"

"Yep..." I quirked an eyebrow upward as I leaned over to stare at the weird little Pokemon; it stared right back at me with frightened yellow eyes, his stubby legs audibly, and nervously, clattering inside of its shell. "A Wimpod... I guess it must have been sleeping down here, probably thought nobody was going to bother it so deep underground."

"C'mon, Erin, put the poor thing back down," Rose added, trotting up to my side and gazing worriedly at the unfortunate Pokemon, giving it a comforting smile. It stared blankly at her, even as she continued. "Can't you see how scared it is? If we let it be, it'll probably leave us alone, too."

"Aww, okay..." Erin gave the small and quite spooked Pokemon a quick pat before easing it back down into the water, giggling under her breath as it let out a series of awkward, hopeful chirps. "There you go, little guy!"

The moment she loosened her grip on the Wimpod, it bolted right into the current, crashing face-first into my knees before rushing past me and disappearing into the darkness up ahead. Its tiny legs sloshed about, loud enough to be heard even after it had vanished from sight, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to catch any last glimpses of it as it skittered away. Smiling confidently, I glanced back at my teammates, shaking my head in the direction the wild Pokemon had fled to with a quick shake of my head.

"Well, that's a good sign," I said, giving the ceiling a quick tap with my pawspikes before crawling further into the tunnel again, trying to pick up the pace as I listened to the Wimpod's splashing. "Let's keep moving and tail it, it'll probably lead us right to the exit!"

The four of us quickly formed up, listening to the echoing splashes as we waded up the gentle slope, the light from my aura sphere flickering against the dark, wet stones. My ears twitched when a rush of air swept between them, and I glanced towards the ceiling, which was starting to open up more and more the further up we went. Nudging Rose, I jabbed an elbow skyward to point it out, and she looked, then nodded, a sparkle of realization playing in her eyes. Standing up bit by bit, the both of us led the charge, sharing a mutual sigh of relief when the cave widened enough for us to stop crawling.

Soon enough, a tiny pinprick of light appeared in the distance, the splashing of the Wimpod drowned out by our own movements, and we sped up just a little bit more, Erin cheerfully humming to herself as she hopped between Rose and I. Cyan gave her tail a quick tug to keep her from running off, and I chuckled... then blinked when I caught a glint of light out of the corner of my vision. Slowing down for just a moment, I turned to check on the thing, sucking in a breath at the sight of another sleeping Wimpod.

"Woah, hang on, look..." I dropped my voice to a whisper, or at least as much of one as I could, considering the noise we were making. As we passed the wild Pokemon by, I pointed my free paw at it, only to spot another one, and then another one, clinging to the walls of the tunnel. As we drew nearer to the sunlight, the more of the shelled bugs we saw.

"More o'these things?" Cyan said gruffly, supplies shaking and clunking in his hiking pack, and he hunched forward, his eyes flicking this way and that as he, too, noticed the feral, nesting Pokemon. I narrowed my eyes, the sunlight growing blindingly bright as we neared the end of the tunnel, and Rose, Cyan, and Erin ducked their heads or looked away, all of us making a mad dash for the outside. "But if they're all stickin' 'round here, then th'tunnel mus' lead right into-"

I let out a loud, sputtering yelp when the ground suddenly disappeared out from under us, feeling myself tip right over from the momentum, my eyes going wide and then scrunching shut from the sun glaring down on the water's surface. Rose squealed in surprise as well when she bumped into me, followed by Cyan and Erin both barreling into our backs and sending all of us into the drink.

Plunging into the depths of the pool – my aura dissipating as I lost my concentration – I simply floundered for a few moments, nerves tensing up as I went completely under. The others flailed about all around me, kicking and splashing, and I opened my eyes just a crack, staring blearily at the deep, clear blueness. Reaching out with both arms, I pushed into a breaststroke, swimming a short ways away before turning and kicking higher, my chest growing tight from the exertion.

A sharp gasp escaped my throat the moment I surfaced, a jolt running through my muscles as they relaxed, and I wheezed, content to do nothing but tread water as I caught my breath. Rubbing trickles of water from my face, I surveyed the clearing, nodding to myself when I noticed Rose doggy paddling over to me, her now-soaking tails dragging along behind her.

"Bill!" She called to me, trying in vain to blow a few damp strands of her headfur out of her eyes, and I leisurely swam over to close the gap, our heads gently and affectionately bumping together. The cream-furred fox was breathing hard, but smiling, glancing this way and that as she looked around the pool. "Phew... are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," I replied, giving the Ninetales a quick, tender nuzzle before brushing her ponytail back behind her ears, earning a grateful chuckle for the trouble. Peering past my partner, I smiled and waved to our two younger teammates, watching Cyan glide smoothly over to us while Erin clambered up onto his hiking pack. As we grouped back up, I looked around the pool again, a circle of solid rock rising just an inch or two above the calm, sun-warmed water, with the rest of the bluff surrounding us on all sides. "Wet, but okay. So where'd we end up?"

"Looks like some kind o'basin, or somethin'," Cyan answered, adjusting the fit of his shell helmet somewhat before thumbing towards the stone barrier. He threw Erin a half-glare when she reached out and tugged on the ends of his mustache, but shook his head and pointed outward at a small path leading up towards the peak. "Looks like we can get out o'here that way, though!"

The four of us nodded and swam for the ledge, pulling ourselves up... and then sliding down a rounded hill, tumbling into a heap onto the lower ground.

"Blaugh-" I spat out a mouthful of grit, wincing as my blunted chestspike skidded against the cobblestone, feeling my backpack bump against the back of my head as I finally came to a stop. Blinking a couple times, I glanced up at the mountaintops, then back down to the ground. Then, I groaned. "Oh, great...!"

Flowing bowls of water stuck out from the walls of the Drenched Bluff, streams and rivers surging over the edges and splashing down onto the ground, and high up above us, the misty clouds had at last disappeared, letting the sun shine brilliantly down onto the mystery dungeon. A pleasant, tranquil noise settled over the secluded pools, the sound of the water and distant, chirping birds melding together in quiet harmony. And spread across the lowest point of the canyon were numerous napping Wimpod, basking in the heat, one of them even laying just a hair's length from my muzzle.

"Ergh..." I heard Cyan grunt, and I hastily scrambled to get back onto my footpaws, easing myself away from the sleeping bug type before turning towards Rose and Erin and helping them up as well. The Samurott made an irritated growl when he noticed the silver shells littering the area. "Oh, y'gotta be kiddin' me! We're in a nest o'th'blasted things?"

"Shh, Cyan...!" Rose whispered pointedly, nudging the sea lion to get his attention, and she ducked her head into her sopping blue scarf for a second, shaking her paw to get him to quiet down. The Samurott let out a sigh, but relented, leaning low a bit and glancing around suspiciously, while Erin hopped on top of him again. "Keep your voices down... you might wake them up."

"Maybe if we ask nicely, they'll tell us where the Chronicler is, huh?" I quipped airily, spreading my arms and huddling the team together, and I stole a quick glimpse of the trail leading out of the canyon. Erin pulled a sling stone from her belt pouch and put it in one of her sleeves. It nearly slid off of her wet fur, and the pink mink pulled a silly face, putting the rock away before looking back at me. "Just take it slow and follow my lead. As long as we don't get too close to them, we should be alright."

Carefully, we began to sneak our way through the Wimpod nest, moving almost at a snail's pace as we stepped over, around, and in-between clusters of the wild Pokemon, leaving a trail of wet pawprints in our wake. Loose rocks and clumps of mud wiggled and crumbled under our weight, scattering about as we moved through the area, and I glanced towards one of the lower, nearby basins, a few rocks jutting up from the depths. Climbing up onto its ledge and stepping over a couple dozing Wimpod, I furrowed my brow when I spied an open patch of ground, bouncing on my tiptoes a bit before springing into the air.

I nearly lost my balance when I landed, sliding a short ways ahead on the damp cobblestone, swinging my arms in circles as I teetered and tottered. Then I felt a damp, but soft, coat of fur graze against my tailbone, propping me up and keeping me from falling over yet again. I sighed in relief and leaned forward, tracing a line with my eyes as my partner walked around to face me.

"Thanks, Rose." I smiled at the Ninetales, then looked back at our two other teammates. Erin jumped off of her friend's back, scampering cheerfully across the ledge before bounding over to Rose and I, leaving Cyan to stand and shoot an annoyed stare at the masses of sleeping bug types. I gave the younger explorer a quick wave as he scratched his chin in thought. "Can you make it, Cyan?"

"Yeah, yeah, don' get all wound up!" Cyan replied in a half-yell, half-mutter, stomping over to the basin, hopping up, and diving in with a loud. Waves rippled outward from the water type, flowing over the tiny, rocky islands poking up into the air and spattering into the cliffside.

I flinched at the noise, aura tassels slipping in front of my shoulders as I scanned around, making sure that none of the Wimpod had been shaken out of their slumber. My partner followed suit, stepping to Erin's side and turning around, checking back the way we had come. Thankfully, none of the little buggers seemed to stir at all, contentedly sleeping the afternoon away, and after a few tense seconds, I relaxed, letting go of a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Scratching my head, I grinned sheepishly at the Ninetales before looking back at Cyan.

An icy dread spread through my nerves when I saw one of the ridged rocks inside of the basin start to move, cutting through the surf like a blade through a berry and making a beeline for the Samurott. That was when I noticed the familiar, metallic sheen covering the silvery plates, and I inhaled sharply. Throwing caution to the wind, I raised my voice and yelled. "Behind you!"

Cyan turned his head and glared when he saw the wild Pokemon sneaking up on him, raising his hips and preparing to lash out with the bladed end of his tail. Before the creature could get close enough to strike, however, it burst out of the pool with a mighty leap, cresting high into the air and growled out an ear-splitting cry. The nest of Wimpod reacted almost instantly, shaking themselves awake and scuttling every which way, fleeing into the various water basins and squeaking in fear as they went.

"Scatter!" I blurted out, crouching low and taking a dive to get out of the feral Pokemon's way, Rose and Erin quickly rushing away as they, too, ran for cover. I slid across the damp rocks, feeling droplets pitter-patter down onto my tail and legs as our angry foe flew over us, and I hastily rolled onto my back, eyes narrowing.

The armored creature landed right in front of the trail leading out of the canyon, hunched over with its biggest arms spread wide; two other pairs were held close to its purple underbelly, protecting it from harm. Its silver shell gleamed had some visible wear and tear, but still gleamed menacingly in the sun. I glanced at Cyan for a moment as the water type get back out of the pool, drawing both of his seamitars and snorting.

Turning back, I took a defensive stance, digging my footpaws into the ground and bringing my arms up. Erin skipped a short distance away, trying to wring and wave her fur sleeves dry, while Rose shot our foe a determined glare from the opposite flank, energy flowing from the ground and the water and forming into a glowing, green ball between her jaws.

The Golisopod stared us down for a moment... and then it dashed forward with an angry snarl.

I swiftly stepped to the side, grimacing when the wild Pokemon slammed its fist into the ground where I had stood, bits of rock splintering into the air. Focusing my aura, I readied a metal claw and jabbed out, chipping away at its armor. The bug type chittered, rearing an arm back, but its eyes flicked elsewhere when it heard Cyan stampeding forward, his seamitars raised high. Jabbing a leg out instead, it swiveled in a circle; I barely had enough time to hop over its foot as swung around to deflect the incoming slash.

Both of the scallop blades clattered off of the Golisopod's wrist, the Samurott stepping back and readying another strike, and the wild Pokemon hissed, slamming its other set of claws into Cyan's face. The Samurott growled as he tried to get his balance back, teeth clenched in a defiant snarl; I ducked underneath the bug type's other arms and swung out with a couple more punches, taking a deep breath when I saw a few scales chip off of its sides. Its claws grazed against my ears, and I quickly zipped backwards, narrowly avoiding its grab.

An explosion of green, natural energy crashed into our foe's back, causing the feral creature to stagger somewhat, the energy leaving a heavy mark on its armor, and undoubtedly a bruise underneath it, too. I grinned and looked at Rose, her nine tails flared out dangerously as she ran towards us, embers spilling onto the ground as she readied a flamethrower next-

WHAM! The Golisopod rammed its knee into my midriff, winding me hard and knocking me away. The metal claws sprouting from my pawspikes dissipated instantly, and I felt myself fly backwards, the wet, rocky ground scraping against my fur before I finally skidded to a stop. "Ugh...!"

I stared, dazed, as the silver-shelled Pokemon roared furiously, spreading its multiple arms wide, then whirling back around and spewing a gout of water from its mandibles, faint wisps of steam rising from the liquid. Rose blanched, losing her concentration with a gasp as the wave of water crashed into her. Cyan, on the other hand, just ducked, letting out a cocky laugh as the scalding stream flowed over his helmet.

"Bah! Nice try, y'overgrown shrimp!" The sea lion roared, dragging the tip of his seamitars against the rocks before stomping forward and bringing them right into the wild Pokemon's exposed underside with a weighty smash. "I'll thrash y'til you're black an' blue!"

The Golisopod hissed in pain and stumbled a couple steps away from the Samurott, clutching its smaller arms close to its wounded stomach. Shaking myself back to my senses, I hopped back onto my footpaws, running towards Rose as our foe spewed out another torrent of scalding water. Scooping my arms underneath my stunned partner, I hefted her up – wincing as an ache pulsed through my bruised belly – and quickly got out of the water's way, letting Cyan hold his own in the meantime.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked hurriedly, setting the cream-furred fox down and kneeling at her side, quickly checking her over to make sure she wasn't too hurt. She didn't reply at first, simply and I brushed the flats of my pawspikes down her sides, hoping the cool metal would help take the edge off of any pain. "C'mon, Rose, speak to me."

"Y-Yeah... yeah, I'm okay," Rose finally stuttered after a second, flinching when I touched a spot on her hing leg, and I jerked my paw away, both of us standing up and turning to look at the wild Golisopod again. It held Cyan in a bladelock, the Samurott's seamitars trembling against the bug type's armored claws as they pushed and shoved each other. "What should we do...?"

When I opened my mouth to answer, a rock suddenly shot into view, thumping hard against the creature's silver shell. It blinked, briefly peeking to the side to see what was going on, only to let out an awkward cry when another pebble struck one of its eyes. I twisted around, grinning when I saw Erin whirling another stone around, her fur sleeves looking quite dry, if also more than a little ruffled.

"Take that, you big jerk!" The Mienshao cried, stomping on the ground a couple times, her tail and whiskers twitching as she ran over to us, waving her free arm all the while. "Now now now, go!"

The distraction was all Cyan needed, and the younger Pokemon let out a growl as he slammed his seamitars right between the creature's antennae. It crowed in pain, shards of its armor scattering about as it reached up to massage its face; Rose and I looked at each other, and when I nodded, she smiled knowingly. Stepping back, I brought my arms back, my aura swirling between my paws as I focused hard, while my partner bowed low, her throat rumbling as she stoked her inner fire.

"Cyan! Out of the way!" I shouted to my teammate as I felt my aura tassels hover up into the air. The water type snapped his head towards us, seamitars held up and ready for anything, but when he noticed our stances, he spun around with a thump, quickly marching a few paces away.

Just a couple seconds more, and I felt a instinctive twitch run through my nerves, the swirling blue energy getting blindingly bright in the corner of my vision. Rose shook for a moment, her nine damp tails lightly nudging against me, and I nodded as she let out a determined yell. "Now!"

I reared back and flung the aura sphere with all my might, while my partner stood up tall and proud as she let loose a massive plume of fire. The two attacks bumped and collided with each other, circling around each other until they seemed to meld together, forming a massive, rolling fireball.

The Golisopod had no time to get out of the way, only realizing what was happening when it was already too late: the blaze crashed right into the bug type's stomach and erupted with a loud bang, sending the wild Pokemon hurtling across the canyon. It let out a short screech as it crashed into the wall of a lower basin, flipping over the ledge and crumpling into the water in an unconscious heap.

After a few seconds, I exhaled, my shoulders slumping and my aura tassels flopping back down atop the treasure bag, the adrenaline of battle slowly starting to drain away. Rose leaned against my side, our fur brushing together as we relaxed, and Cyan and Erin grouped back up with us not long after, the Mienshao rooting through her belt pouch as she ran up to us. "Are you okay, Bill, Rose, Cyan? Here, lemme get some oran medicine out really fast-"

"Hold up now," I replied with a shake of my head, stopping the fighting type right in her tracks. As Cyan sheathed his seamitars, I pointed over to the trail leading out of the canyon, the others turning that way as well. "Let's get out of here first, huh?"

And with that, I started to stagger forward, one arm held around Rose's back as I led the way.

The four of us shared an enormous sigh of utter relief when, at last, we crested the hill leading up and away from the Wimpod nest, spotting a smaller, cozier clearing just a short ways away. Small oaks grew out from the cliffside, their roots and trunks slanting through the dirt as they formed a natural canopy. The now late-afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, forming a mottled pattern on the ground, and I sighed, dragging my footpaws as I plodded underneath one of the trees and sat down against the wall.

"Ahh... hoo..." I took a deep breath, feeling Rose ease down and rest her head on my lap, and I smiled gratefully at Erin when I saw the pink mink tug her belt pouch around her waist again, opening it up and pulling out a vial of deep blue liquid. "I'll take that medicine now, Erin, thanks. What an exhausting trip."

"If you could get my hind leg, too, Erin, that would be great," Rose chimed in, flopping onto her side and looking up at the blanket of branches above us. I opened my mouth as Erin poured in a small dose of the oran concoction, shuddering happily as I gulped it down, and our younger teammate moved on to my partner afterward. "Whew... it's just been one thing after another today. I hope we haven't gone too far inside..."

"Aww, I bet that everything'll be just fine!" Erin said cheerfully, pressing a bandage against the mouth of the bottle and quickly turning it up and down, staining the gauze with the processed berry juice. Cyan scratched at his short mustache a little bit, then strode over and sat down, plucking his shell helmet off and lightly spraying it with a water gun. "You'll see, we'll take a rest and perk right up and find 'em in no time flat! After all, that's what explorers do!"

As if on cue, a low, menacing growl rang out from somewhere in the distance, accompanied by a sudden rush of wind blustering down from the very top of the bluff, the higher boughs shaking and rustling from the breeze. "GARURURURURUHHHHH..."

Cyan tensed up, then grabbed his helmet by the horn at the front, brandishing it like a club as he roared out, making his exhaustion evident. "For Arceus' sake, what now!?"

The growling faded away at that, a quiet settling over the clearing again... and then someone new yelled back in response, sounding unnaturally rough, though unmistakably male. My ears flicked at the noise, and I sat up a bit, an eyebrow quirking upward as I listened intently, curling my paws into fists. "Hey! Did I hear you say you're an exploration team?"

"Yeah!" Erin piped up, hopping up and down as she called out in turn, jamming both paws into her belted pouch when she realized it was still open, making sure that nothing had accidentally flown out. Quickly closing her medicine bag back up, she climbed onto Cyan's back and stood up on her tiptoes, looking around the mossy, rocky valley. The Samurott narrowed his eyes halfway and shot her an unamused stare. She didn't notice. "We're one of the best exploration teams ever!"

"You are, huh?" The unseen Pokemon replied, voice layered thick with skepticism. "Well, quit whatever you're doing and get lost! This is my territory now!"

"Oh yeah? An' who decided that?" Cyan barked back defiantly, slipping his shell helmet back over his stubby ears and slapping his tail against the ground. "'Sides, we've taken down outlaws an' been all 'round th'Southern Continent! So unless you're lookin' for a fight, how 'bout y'bug off!"

The conversation trailed off for a few seconds, but then the other voice spoke up again, this time scoffing quite clearly. "Hmph! Those are some big claims. But I bet you're in no position to go running your mouth if you were taking a rest!"

Cyan and Erin both opened their mouths to reply, then slowly closed them back up again when the truth of the remark sank in. Instead, Rose was the one to reply this time, slowly rolling around and standing back up, trotting a couple steps away before calling out firmly. I couldn't help but crack a smile as she spoke, my heart skipping a beat at her declaration. "We're Team Returners, the ones who saved the world five years ago! We're here searching for someone who wants to meet with us, so if you let us rest, we'll be out of your way shortly, I promise!"

Silence reigned, the wind whistling through the clearing, a faint, peachy glow shining down from the sky as the late afternoon gave way to evening. Rose stood resolute, her matted ponytail of headfur falling down the side of her neck, and I rolled onto my footpaws, dusting myself off, then giving our Exploration Team badge a quick shine.

"You're..." My eyes widened as the hidden Pokemon paused – the deep, rough accent was gone, replaced by a smoother, more natural sound that I recognized. "You're Team Returners?"

"Yeah," I said, bringing my arms up to my muzzle as I called out. "And you are?"

The sound of footsteps echoed down from one of the trails, and soon enough, a blue-plated Pokemon hiked his way down from one of the other trails, pushing his way through the shrubbery and into the little opening. Red-and-white feathers fringed his upper body, his eyes poked out from the sides of his head, and he idly tapped one of his claws on a large messenger bag slung around his neck. I grinned, folding my arms against my blunted chestspike as I nodded at him – he certainly looked like who we were looking for.

"So you really did find me..." He breathed out, briefly looking at Cyan and Erin before locking onto Rose and I, his expression a mixture of joy, nervousness and sheer wonderment. "Well, er... hello there, Team Returners. My name is Armaldo, and I am the Chronicler."

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