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sad-sweet-cowboah · 1 year

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hello!

friend, please could i request a nsfw Arthur and female reader getting in on quietly in camp before he sees how hard he can go until she makes a noise? maybe some banter between them, him saying he could easily get her loud and her egging him on, knowing full well he’s right but also wanting to stay quiet lol? dealer’s choice on whether he succeeds or not 👀 😏

Savor The Silence

Warnings: The usual smut and cursing

Word Count: 3,042

A/N: Finally sat down and finished this...hehe, it was certainly fun to write! Hope you enjoy nonny, and sorry for the wait!

Cold winds whipped harshly upon the landscape, rustling the treetops and howling through the valley, further disturbing the turbid waves of the Dakota River. A clear, moonless sky stretched across the jagged landscape; stars paint-splattered across the inky expanse.

Even when sunlight kissed the earth with a mild warmth, the night greeted it with a brutal slap.

What felt like an arctic blast swept over the worn path, winding down the ravine and spearing through your shawl. Your shoulders hunched, a shiver racking your body from head to toe. Your horse’s stride lengthened the more you curled in on yourself in a feeble attempt to stay warm, as if your steed understood your unspoken wish to get to camp sooner.

“Almost back!”

Somehow through the screech of the unbearable gust and the steady thunder of hooves on packed earth, you heard Arthur’s voice behind you. Glancing up ahead, even through the darkness, the path leading up to Horseshoe Overlook was just ahead.

Thank God.

You and Arthur had been away for most of the day, following a myriad of leads which took you halfway across New Hanover and crossing into West Elizabeth...twice...only to run into a dead end. You had Sean McGuire to thank for that, which Arthur warned you before your intrepid adventure. He however accompanied you, perhaps to entertain your excitement, or to prove his point when you returned unsuccessful.

When the sun began to set and you turned back toward New Hanover in defeat and frustration, you waited for him to gloat, to say “I told you so,” while attempting to hide that smirk of his. Despite the look in his eyes, he remained silent. You were a lion, too prideful to admit your defeat. There was a chance he’d let you have it while back at camp.

Right now, you could not care less if he decided to tease in the earshot of others. Your prior thoughts of frustration and considering five different ways to bury Sean’s head into the ground fizzled to smoke once the frigid air blew in.

You turned your horse to follow the curve of the path upward, urging your horse just a pace faster. The wind stung your cheeks until finally retreating beneath the tree cover. You slowed almost immediately with the instant darkness almost completely obscuring your vision. Amber flickered in the distance, indicating how close you were to camp.

A voice called in the distance. John’s, you thought. You squinted toward the origin, shouting back your arrival. It wasn’t much longer until you passed the threshold into the clearing that you and Arthur now called home.

You and Arthur disappeared into your shared tent after. Though the temperature was marginally higher than the surrounding area, you were thankful you’d talked Arthur into purchasing a tent after a long discussion regarding the need for privacy between the two of you.

You settled onto one of the two cots pushed together for a shared bed, staring down at the worn earth beneath your feet as Arthur shrugged off his jacket. How has he not said anything yet? Perhaps he was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Maybe it would be better if you’d just prompted it out of him instead.

“Say it,” you murmured.

He straightened up and turned toward you. “What?”

“‘I told you so’,” you said in a mock, sing-song voice. “I know you’ve been waiting.”

Arthur chuckled. “Figured that long ride home woulda been ‘nough for ya,” he replied as he sat beside you.

The palm of your hand grazed against your nose—numb, ice-like. “Not nearly as bad as Colter,” you commented. A gust of wind blew outside, stirring the closed flaps enough to whisk the bitter chill straight in. You flinched and tugged the shawl tighter around your shoulders. “Almost.”

Arthur chuckled once again, reaching to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into a side embrace. You melted to his touch immediately, grateful for his warmth, yet slightly annoyed. Although once his lips pressed against your forehead did that last dredge of annoyance melt away. Even if the day turned out to be unproductive, you were at least glad to spend most of it with him.

You turned in towards his heat, the solid plane of his chest, nuzzling into the fabric that held the earthy scents of tobacco, leather and horses. Silence surrounded you for a moment, instilling a calm to flush away frustration. You still wanted to kick Sean over the cliff, but that could wait until tomorrow.

Your fingers flexed, frozen from clinging to the reins so tightly. In vain search of more warmth your hands slid up his torso until finding where the buttons lay open, burrowing underneath and against his skin. He was like a furnace.

Arthur in turn flinched from the sudden intrusion. “Christ,” he mumbled. “Your hands are freezin’.”

“I know,” you simply say with an innocent smile.

He sighed at your reaction, reaching to wrap his fingers around your wrists. Gently, he pulled your hands into his, squeezing them into his warm palms. His thumb smoothed against your skin. “That better?”

“Somewhat,” you reply, releasing tension you hadn’t realized you held from the surrounding chill. As the feeling slowly returned to your fingers, you interlaced them with Arthur’s. Your head rested on his shoulder, still selfishly leeching his heat. “How are you so warm?”

“Couldn’t tell ya,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you completely. You decidedly crawled into his lap, curling against his torso. You could fall asleep like this.

He ran his hand up and down your back, allowing the cold to finally release from your body. You tilted your head up to peer at him. He met your gaze with a small smile, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

There was a gentleness to his touch, peaceful and calm which you met with equality. You held it with soft ease, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. A hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your touch. His hands slid to your waist, tugging you flush with him.

You weren’t sure what happened in the next few minutes, sinking further into his sweet kisses. You’d found yourself atop Arthur after he’d shifted to lay upon the cots, though you swore you hadn’t felt a thing. It wasn’t until you were staring at his half-lidded gaze beneath you.

You were nowhere near freezing anymore.

His eyes, beautifully reflecting in the lamplight, held a question.

And you answered with a smirk, grinding ever so lightly against his pelvis. The noise he emitted was low, grumbling in approval. Thick fingers grasped at the folds of your clothes. You shrugged off your shawl, tossing it behind you as he made quick work of the blouse. One by one the buttons popped open, exposing your chemise.

You were matching his pace, revealing the expanse of his chest. Your own fingers traced over the curls of hair, the dips and swells of muscle. You’d lost count of how many times you’d seen him like this, only to be mesmerized as if it were the first time.

Soon your own torso was bare to him, flushed skin prickling in the cool, still air. Greedy hands were on you at an instant, gliding over your breasts. Your nipples were already puckered, though that didn’t stop Arthur from teasing them, drawing out a quiet whine from you.

Rough, calloused thumbs provided a pleasant prickle. You shuddered involuntarily, though the cold had since melted away. “Arthur...” you squeaked, biting your lip to keep quiet.

“So damn beautiful,” he growled to you, massaging your delicate flesh. His hips rolled—driving his obvious growing need for you against your inner thigh. One hand moved to your center, so tantalizingly close yet just out of reach where you needed him, your lower half still too clothed for your liking.

He seemed to have read your mind, swapping positions to tower over you instead. At an almost instant your long skirt was yanked from your hips. With a moment to spare the strings of your bloomers were loosened and gone were those, leaving you completely unguarded to him.

His eyes were slow to take you in, even when he’d done it for countless moons before. The hands on your waist dipped further to spread your legs. Greedy fingers soon indulged into your center, parting your folds effortlessly to locate your pleasure.

His touch was almost dizzying. The way he stroked against your velvet heat, coaxing the kindling deep within to become ablaze. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, moaning against your skin. You somewhat wished for the luxury of having a truly peaceful night to yourselves, without being in earshot of others.

Arthur leaned forward, latching his lips against the curve of your neck. Hot puffs of his breath tickled your skin as he kissed along the junction, nipping at your pulse point. You sighed, shuddering with the sensation. Two thick fingers teased your entrance with selfish intent. You canted, hips quivering for more.

He chuckled against your skin, “Impatient, ain’t we?”

You hummed, entwining your fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Arthur Morgan.”

He straightened to peer down at you, lips pulled into a crooked smile. “I’d love to hear ya scream that.”

You scoffed, limply smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand. “And wake the entire camp?”

“Ain’t nothin’ they haven’t heard before,” he snickered. “Pretty sure Karen n’ Sean got some attention.”

With a roll of your eyes, you bucked your hips against his palm. “Ain’t gonna stroke your ego that much, now if you may?”

“Bet you can,” Arthur laughed a touch louder than before. You tensed, hoping no one would hear—until he sunk his fingers into you, every forethought immediately melting into a familiar carnal desire. “Bet I can make you scream.”

Yet to stave from fulfilling his satisfaction, you kept your mouth shut.

Oh, but he tried.

The way he stretched and curled within your walls, dragging so effortlessly upon every spot that could make you sing—you huffed quietly, shoving your knuckles against your lips to staunch a growing moan, managing to stifle it.

And that smirk of his didn’t help.

You writhed beneath him, teeth gnawing against the fine bones of your hand. A moan just barely passed the barrier. He once again leaned forward to devour your neck in a manner you knew the girls would be questioning about tomorrow, yet you couldn’t care less at the moment.

Regardless, he was pushing every button he knew. His fingers began to pump with abandon, drawing in your pleasure with intense haste. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a mewl building in the back of your throat. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he growled, “Let go for me.”

Those few words are what did you in. Your muscles tensed, your back arching as you reached your peak, building in your chest and expelling as a desperate, muffled whine. Every muscle trembled with the fading orgasm, until his thumb pressed against your clit.

You managed to stifle a yelp, squirming helplessly beneath him. You managed to squeak out his name—a plea, desperation to escape the overstimulation. The snicker that echoed in your ear nearly urged you to smack him.

But then he stopped, removing his hand in mercy. You caught your breath and glared up at him, removing your hand with intent to scold. The malice died in your throat when he began to unbutton his jeans. You watched hungrily as his cock sprung free, completely erect and ready.

Your heart hammered in anticipation, all forethoughts leaving as he aligned himself with you. The head of his length parted your folds, sliding through them as he let out a low groan. You were impatient, wrapping your arms around him with an expectant eyebrow raise.

There was that smirk again. He twitched his hips, teasing your entrance. The wait was agony.

“Arthur,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “If you don’t fuck me right now—”

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a gasp as his hips shot forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. He filled you oh so perfectly, until he pulled back and slammed into you again.

You’d smacked your hand back over your mouth just in time to staunch another yelp as he picked up a rhythm, in which he pounded into you mercilessly. The lewd melody of skin slapping skin filled your tent, along with the erratic thumping of your heart. His deep groans as his hands voraciously gripped your flesh.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, tilting his head back for a second. “Look at’cha, pretty lil’ whore.”

Just listening to that graveled voice makes you melt, squirm, and wanting to release all over again. You loved that tone, laced with darkness that only came when he meant business—or when it was to excite you, to push you to the edge and over and scrambling back for more.

He’d only use it when you two were truly alone.

And you knew why he was doing it now.

“You like this cock?” Arthur growled to you, his gaze smoldering. “Like gettin' fucked like a whore?”

You nodded frantically, though never once making a peep, your whimpers continued to be muffled behind your hand.

His own hand raised and was brought swiftly against the side of your ass, which nearly made you jump. Not from the pain, but from the sound. You glared at him.

“Can’t hear ya, sweetheart,” he sneered, slamming himself into you, his breath beginning to hitch. “I said, you like gettin' fucked like a whore?” his tone deepened dangerously.

Oh, Lord. If hadn’t concentrated so hard on not yelping out, you would have climaxed again right then and there. Your legs trembled against him, breathing around your strained knuckles.

“Ain’t talkin’, huh?” Arthur chuckled. He suddenly pulled out and pushed you rather roughly to lay on your stomach. He grabbed you, hard, yanking your hips back until he filled you once again, the invasion almost painful. You winced as your body only had a split second to adjust, uttering the tiniest whimper into the cot.

He grunted with effort, pounding senselessly, the aura of determination of getting you to crack surrounding you like a snake. Tightening and choking, yet you refused to relent. The moan you released was quiet and using every effort to prove him wrong.

A rough hand found its way to your mouth, fingers wrenching your lips open. You forced yourself to stop, a small squeak passing over your tongue. His presence soon loomed over you.

“Can’t be silent forever,” he growled into your ear, sending a deep shudder through every inch of you, manifesting in a gasp. You could feel the grin he was sporting after that. “I knew ya couldn’t hold back.”

You wrenched your face away from him. “Fuck you,” you hissed lowly, earning a chuckle from him.

“Jus’ the opposite, darlin’,” he drawled, nipping the shell of your ear. His hot breath tickled the back of your neck. His hand left your hip briefly to be smacked down on your ass once again.

This caught you off-guard. You gave a yelp—small, but affective. You immediately buried your face into the pelts adorning the cot. Oh, he was going to gloat about that.

He laughed, somehow, his deep voice ringing clear despite still piledriving into you. “That’s it,” he growled. “Can’t hold it back, can ya?”

The quip that formed died quickly as he reached around, pressing his fingers once again to the hood of sensitive nerves. You moaned automatically, all clarity slipping away as more carnal pleasure took over.

His other hand fisted into your locks, yanking your head back immediately. You surrendered a gasp as your body arched almost painfully, full of too many sensations to even comprehend each of them. Eyes rolled up, staring at the top of the canvas, the only fragile shield to block the string of expletives that soon left your mouth from the heavens above. Damn him, damn him, damn him—

The tightly wound coil burst deep in your core, pulling in an intense climax. Stars erupted in your vision, and you could have sworn you would have floated away or melted into the ground if Arthur hadn’t tethered you. Every muscle tensed and tingled, blazes of fire coursing through your veins. His name passed your lips in an almost scream.

As the embers of your orgasm finally fizzled away, your body went near-limp as Arthur continued relentlessly. His breath hitched, his voice strained, he was close. Fleeting seconds ticked by and his hips stuttered, finally slowing with one weak thrust and a guttural groan.

The silence following encompassed you, ears almost ringing with the echoes of the previous act. Arthur slowly pulled out, his touch leaving you as he laid down beside you. A sheen of sweat covered his upper torso, his golden hair dampened as well.

He smiled and held out his arms, and you obliged by sliding into his embrace. As rough as he can be with you, he always portrayed softness afterward. Heat radiated from his body like a roaring campfire. It was easy to forget you were shivering just a few moments before.

His lips pressed against the nape of your neck, his breath stirring the hairs there. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I told ya so.”

Without looking, you reached behind you and smacked what felt like his arm. Whatever pride you had left was stung by that simple phrase.

Arthur laughed—a hearty, deep bellow that vibrated along your entire body.

“I swear if I get teased tomorrow, it’s your ass,” you grumbled, yanking a pelt up and over your naked skin.

“If it’s from Sean, 'least you can kick his ass instead,” Arthur pointed out with amusement still plain in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. Today’s events surely hadn’t been forgotten despite the distraction. The image of Sean’s boyish teasing filled your mind, followed by the butt of your revolver clocking him against that silly bowler hat—and then pushing Arthur into the horses’ water trough.

You weren’t that mean, of course.

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pollonegro666 · 9 months

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2023/07/08 Mi amiguita quería cenar pescado, bien sardinas o atún, pero los bares del centro estaban llenos. Al final, encontramos una mesa en una terraza al lado del río y pedimos hamburguesa.

My girlfriend wanted to have fish for dinner, either sardines or tuna, but the bars in the center were full. In the end, we found a table on a terrace next to the river and ordered a hamburger.

Google Translation into French: Ma copine voulait manger du poisson pour le dîner, soit des sardines, soit du thon, mais les bars du centre étaient pleins. Finalement, nous avons trouvé une table sur une terrasse au bord de la rivière et avons commandé un hamburger.

Google translation into Italian: La mia ragazza voleva mangiare pesce per cena, sarde o tonno, ma i bar del centro erano pieni. Alla fine trovammo un tavolo su una terrazza vicino al fiume e ordinammo un hamburger.

Google Translation into Portuguese: A minha namorada queria comer peixe ao jantar, sardinha ou atum, mas os bares do centro estavam cheios. Finalmente encontrámos uma mesa numa esplanada junto ao rio e pedimos um hambúrguer.

Google Translation into German: Meine Freundin wollte zum Abendessen Fisch essen, entweder Sardinen oder Thunfisch, aber die Bars im Zentrum waren voll. Schließlich fanden wir einen Tisch auf einer Terrasse am Fluss und bestellten einen Burger.

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Google Translation into Bulgarian: Приятелката ми искаше да вечеря риба, сардини или риба тон, но баровете в центъра бяха пълни. В крайна сметка намерихме маса на една тераса до реката и си поръчахме бургер.

Google Translation into Czech: Přítelkyně chtěla mít k večeři rybu, buď sardinky nebo tuňáka, ale bary v centru byly plné. Nakonec jsme našli stůl na terase u řeky a objednali si burger.

Google Translation into Croatian: Moja djevojka je htjela ribu za večeru, bilo sardine ili tunu, ali lokali u centru bili su puni. Na kraju smo našli stol na terasi uz rijeku i naručili burger.

Google Translation into Danish Min kæreste ville have fisk til aftensmad, enten sardiner eller tun, men barerne i midten var fyldt. Til sidst fandt vi et bord på en terrasse ved floden og bestilte en burger.

Google Translation into Slovak: Moja priateľka chcela mať na večeru rybu, buď sardinky alebo tuniaka, no bary v centre boli plné. Nakoniec sme našli stôl na terase pri rieke a objednali si burger.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Moja punca je hotela za večerjo ribo, bodisi sardele ali tuno, a so bili lokali v centru polni. Končno smo našli mizo na terasi ob reki in naročili burger.

Google Translation into Estonian: Mu sõbranna tahtis õhtusöögiks kala, kas sardiini või tuunikala, aga kesklinnas olid baarid täis. Lõpuks leidsime jõeäärselt terrassilt laua ja tellisime burgeri.

Google Translation into Suomi: Tyttöystäväni halusi syödä illalliseksi kalaa, joko sardiinia tai tonnikalaa, mutta keskustan baarit olivat täynnä. Lopulta löysimme pöydän terassilta joen varrelta ja tilasimme hampurilaisen.

Google Translation into Georgian: ჩემს შეყვარებულს უნდოდა ვახშამზე თევზი, სარდინი ან ტუნა, მაგრამ ცენტრში ბარები სავსე იყო. საბოლოოდ, მდინარის პირას ტერასაზე მაგიდა ვიპოვეთ და ბურგერი შევუკვეთეთ.

Google Translation into Greek: Η κοπέλα μου ήθελε να δειπνήσει ψάρι, είτε σαρδέλα είτε τόνο, αλλά τα μπαρ στο κέντρο ήταν γεμάτα. Τελικά βρήκαμε ένα τραπέζι σε μια βεράντα δίπλα στο ποτάμι και παραγγείλαμε ένα μπέργκερ.

Google Translation into Hungarian: A barátnőm halat szeretett volna vacsorázni, akár szardíniát, akár tonhalat, de a központban a bárok tele voltak. Végül találtunk egy asztalt egy folyóparti teraszon, és rendeltünk egy hamburgert.

Google Translation into Dutch: Mijn vriendin wilde vis eten als avondeten, sardientjes of tonijn, maar de bars in het centrum zaten vol. Uiteindelijk vonden we een tafeltje op een terras aan de rivier en bestelden we een burger.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Kjæresten min ville ha fisk til middag, enten sardiner eller tunfisk, men barene i sentrum var fulle. Etter hvert fant vi et bord på en terrasse ved elven og bestilte en burger.

Google Translation into Polish: Moja dziewczyna chciała zjeść na obiad rybę, albo sardynki, albo tuńczyka, ale bary w centrum były pełne. W końcu znaleźliśmy stolik na tarasie nad rzeką i zamówiliśmy burgera.

Google Translation into Romanian: Prietena mea a vrut să ia pește la cină, fie sardine, fie ton, dar barurile din centru erau pline. Până la urmă am găsit o masă pe o terasă de lângă râu și am comandat un burger.

Google Translation into Russian: Моя девушка хотела на ужин рыбу, сардины или тунец, но бары в центре были полны. В конце концов мы нашли столик на террасе у реки и заказали гамбургер.

Google Translation into Serbian: Моја девојка је хтела да вечера рибу, било сардине или туњевину, али барови у центру су били пуни. На крају смо нашли сто на тераси поред реке и наручили пљескавицу.

Google Translation into Swedish: Min flickvän ville ha fisk till middag, antingen sardiner eller tonfisk, men barerna i centrum var fulla. Så småningom hittade vi ett bord på en terrass vid floden och beställde en hamburgare.

Google Translation into Turkish: Kız arkadaşım akşam yemeğinde sardalye ya da ton balığı yemek istiyordu ama merkezdeki barlar doluydu. Sonunda nehir kenarındaki terasta bir masa bulduk ve bir burger sipariş ettik.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Моя дівчина хотіла пообідати рибою, або сардинами, або тунцем, але бари в центрі були повні. Зрештою ми знайшли столик на терасі біля річки і замовили бургер.

Google Translation into Arabic: أرادت صديقتي تناول السمك على العشاء، إما السردين أو التونة، لكن الحانات الموجودة في المركز كانت ممتلئة. في النهاية وجدنا طاولة على شرفة بجانب النهر وطلبنا برجر.

Google Translation into Bengali: আমার বান্ধবী রাতের খাবারের জন্য মাছ খেতে চেয়েছিল, হয় সার্ডিন বা টুনা, কিন্তু কেন্দ্রের বারগুলি পূর্ণ ছিল। অবশেষে আমরা নদীর ধারে একটি বারান্দায় একটি টেবিল পেলাম এবং একটি বার্গার অর্ডার করলাম।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 我女朋友晚餐想吃鱼，要么是沙丁鱼，要么是金枪鱼，但是中心的酒吧已经满了。最终我们在河边的露台上找到了一张桌子并点了一份汉堡。

Google Translation into Korean: 내 여자친구는 저녁으로 정어리든 참치든 생선을 먹고 싶었는데 중앙에 있는 바가 꽉 찼습니다. 결국 우리는 강 옆 테라스에 테이블을 발견하고 버거를 주문했습니다.

Google Translation into Hawaiian: Makemake kaʻu hoaaloha e ʻai i ka iʻa no ka ʻaina ahiahi, ʻo ka sardine a i ʻole ka tuna, akā ua piha nā kaola ma waenakonu. Ma hope ua loaʻa iā mākou kahi papaʻaina ma kahi pā ma ka muliwai a kauoha mākou i kahi burger.

Google Translation into Hebrew: חברה שלי רצתה לאכול דגים לארוחת ערב, או סרדינים או טונה, אבל הברים במרכז היו מלאים. בסופו של דבר מצאנו שולחן במרפסת ליד הנהר והזמנו המבורגר.

Google Translation into Hindi: मेरी प्रेमिका रात के खाने में सार्डिन या टूना मछली खाना चाहती थी, लेकिन बीच में बार भरे हुए थे। आख़िरकार हमें नदी के किनारे एक छत पर एक टेबल मिली और हमने बर्गर का ऑर्डर दिया।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Pacar saya ingin makan ikan untuk makan malam, baik sarden atau tuna, tetapi bar di tengahnya penuh. Akhirnya kami menemukan meja di teras tepi sungai dan memesan burger.

Google Translation into Japanese: 私のガールフレンドは夕食にイワシかマグロの魚を食べたかったのですが、中心部のバーは満席でした。結局、川沿いのテラスにテーブルを見つけて、ハンバーガーを注文しました。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Менин сүйлөшкөн кызым кечки тамакка балык же сардина же тунец жегиси келди, бирок борбордогу барлар толуп калыптыр. Акыры дарыянын жээгиндеги террасадан стол таап, бургерге заказ бердик.

Google Translation into Malay: Teman wanita saya ingin makan ikan untuk makan malam, sama ada sardin atau tuna, tetapi bar di tengahnya penuh. Akhirnya kami jumpa meja di teres tepi sungai dan memesan burger.

Google Translation into Malayalam: എന്റെ കാമുകി അത്താഴത്തിന് മത്തി അല്ലെങ്കിൽ ട്യൂണ മത്സ്യം കഴിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിച്ചു, പക്ഷേ മധ്യഭാഗത്തുള്ള ബാറുകൾ നിറഞ്ഞിരുന്നു. ഒടുവിൽ ഞങ്ങൾ നദിക്കരയിലെ ടെറസിൽ ഒരു മേശ കണ്ടെത്തി ഒരു ബർഗർ ഓർഡർ ചെയ്തു.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Найз охин маань оройн хоолондоо сардина эсвэл туна загас идэхийг хүссэн ч төв дэх баар дүүрэн байв. Эцэст нь бид голын эрэг дээрх дэнжээс ширээ олж, бургер захиалсан.

Google Translation into Nepali: मेरी प्रेमिकाले डिनरमा माछा खान चाहन्थिन्, या त सार्डिन वा टुना, तर केन्द्रमा बारहरू भरिएका थिए। अन्ततः हामीले नदीको छेउमा एउटा टेबल भेट्टायौं र बर्गर अर्डर गर्यौं।

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਮੇਰੀ ਸਹੇਲੀ ਰਾਤ ਦੇ ਖਾਣੇ ਲਈ ਮੱਛੀ ਲੈਣਾ ਚਾਹੁੰਦੀ ਸੀ, ਜਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਸਾਰਡੀਨ ਜਾਂ ਟੁਨਾ, ਪਰ ਕੇਂਦਰ ਵਿੱਚ ਬਾਰਾਂ ਭਰੀਆਂ ਹੋਈਆਂ ਸਨ। ਆਖਰਕਾਰ ਅਸੀਂ ਨਦੀ ਦੇ ਕੰਢੇ ਇੱਕ ਛੱਤ ਉੱਤੇ ਇੱਕ ਮੇਜ਼ ਲੱਭ ਲਿਆ ਅਤੇ ਇੱਕ ਬਰਗਰ ਦਾ ਆਰਡਰ ਦਿੱਤਾ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: زما ملګرې غوښتل چې د شپې ډوډۍ لپاره کب وخوري، یا سارډین یا تونا، مګر په مرکز کې بارونه ډک وو. په نهایت کې موږ د سیند په غاړه په چت کې یو میز وموند او د برګر امر مو وکړ.

Google Translation into Persian: دوست دخترم می خواست برای شام ماهی بخورد، یا ساردین یا ماهی تن، اما بارهای مرکز پر بود. در نهایت یک میز در تراس کنار رودخانه پیدا کردیم و برگر سفارش دادیم.

Google Translation into Sundanese: Kabogoh kuring hoyong tuang lauk kanggo tuangeun, boh sarden atanapi tuna, tapi bar di tengahna pinuh. Ahirna urang manggihan hiji méja dina téras sisi walungan jeung maréntahkeun burger.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Gusto ng aking kasintahan na kumain ng isda para sa hapunan, alinman sa sardinas o tuna, ngunit ang mga bar sa gitna ay puno. Maya-maya ay nakahanap kami ng mesa sa isang terrace sa tabi ng ilog at nag-order ng burger.

Google Translation into Telugu: నా గర్ల్‌ఫ్రెండ్ డిన్నర్‌కి చేపలు తినాలనుకుంది, సార్డినెస్ లేదా ట్యూనా, కానీ మధ్యలో ఉన్న బార్‌లు నిండిపోయాయి. ఆఖరికి నది ఒడ్డున ఉన్న టెర్రస్ మీద టేబుల్ కనిపెట్టి బర్గర్ ఆర్డర్ చేసాము.

Google Translation into Thai: แฟนของฉันอยากกินปลาเป็นมื้อเย็น ไม่ว่าจะเป็นปลาซาร์ดีนหรือทูน่า แต่บาร์ตรงกลางเต็ม ในที่สุดเราก็พบโต๊ะบนระเบียงริมแม่น้ำและสั่งเบอร์เกอร์

Google Translation into Urdu: میری گرل فرینڈ رات کے کھانے کے لیے مچھلی لینا چاہتی تھی، یا تو سارڈینز یا ٹونا، لیکن بیچ میں سلاخیں بھری ہوئی تھیں۔ آخر کار ہمیں دریا کے کنارے ایک ٹیرس پر ایک میز ملا اور برگر کا آرڈر دیا۔

Google Translation into Uzbek: Qiz do'stim kechki ovqatga baliq iste'mol qilmoqchi edi - sardalya yoki orkinos, lekin markazdagi barlar to'la edi. Oxir-oqibat biz daryo bo'yidagi terasta stol topdik va burgerga buyurtma berdik.

Google Translation into Vietnamese: Bạn gái tôi muốn ăn cá cho bữa tối, cá mòi hoặc cá ngừ, nhưng các quán bar ở trung tâm đều chật kín. Cuối cùng, chúng tôi tìm thấy một chiếc bàn trên sân thượng cạnh sông và gọi một chiếc bánh mì kẹp thịt.

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ebaeschnbliah · 1 year

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`Do you now wish to look, Frodo?' ...

... said the Lady Galadriel. `You did not wish to see Elf-magic and were content.'

`Do you advise me to look?' asked Frodo.

'No,' she said. `I do not counsel you one way or the other. I am not a counsellor. You may learn something, and whether what you see be fair or evil, that may be profitable, and yet it may not. Seeing is both good and perilous. Yet I think, Frodo, that you have courage and wisdom enough for the venture, or I would not have brought you here. Do as you will! '

`I will look,' said Frodo, and he climbed on the pedestal and bent over the dark water. At once the Mirror cleared and he saw a twilit land. Mountains loomed dark in the distance against a pale sky. A long grey road wound back out of sight. Far away a figure came slowly down the road, faint and small at first, but growing larger and clearer as it approached. Suddenly Frodo realized that it reminded him of Gandalf. He almost called aloud the wizard's name, and then he saw that the figure was clothed not in grey but in white, in a white that shone faintly in the dusk; and in its hand there was a white staff. The head was so bowed that he could see no face, and presently the figure turned aside round a bend in the road and went out of the Mirror's view. Doubt came into Frodo's mind: was this a vision of Gandalf on one of his many lonely journeys long ago, or was it Saruman?

The vision now changed. Brief and small but very vivid he caught a glimpse of Bilbo walking restlessly about his room. The table was littered with disordered papers; rain was beating on the windows.

Then there was a pause, and after it many swift scenes followed that Frodo in some way knew to be parts of a great history in which he had become involved. The mist cleared and he saw a sight which he had never seen before but knew at once: the Sea. Darkness fell. The sea rose and raged in a great storm. Then he saw against the Sun, sinking blood-red into a wrack of clouds, the black outline of a tall ship with torn sails riding up out of the West. Then a wide river flowing through a populous city. Then a white fortress with seven towers. And then again a ship with black sails, but now it was morning again, and the water rippled with light, and a banner bearing the emblem of a white tree shone in the sun. A smoke as of fire and battle arose, and again the sun went down in a burning red that faded into a grey mist; and into the mist a small ship passed away, twinkling with lights. It vanished, and Frodo sighed and prepared to draw away.

But suddenly the Mirror went altogether dark, as dark as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the black abyss there appeared a single Eye that slowly grew. until it filled nearly all the Mirror. So terrible was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to cry out or to withdraw his gaze. The Eye was rimmed with fire, but was itself glazed, yellow as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the Eye began to rove, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things that it sought he himself was one. But he also knew that it could not see him-not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his neck grew heavy, heavier than a great stone, and his head was dragged downwards. The Mirror seemed to be growing hot and curls of steam were rising from the water. He was slipping forward.

`Do not touch the water!' said the Lady Galadriel softly. The vision faded, and Frodo found that he was looking at the cool stars twinkling in the silver basin. He stepped back shaking all over and looked at the Lady.

`I know what it was that you last saw,' she said; `for that is also in my mind. Do not be afraid! But do not think that only by singing amid the trees, nor even by the slender arrows of elven-bows, is this land of Lothlórien maintained and defended against its Enemy. I say to you, Frodo, that even as I speak to you, I perceive the Dark Lord and know his mind, or all of his mind that concerns the Elves. And he gropes ever to see me and my thought. But still the door is closed!'

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Mirror of Galadriel

#the lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #the mirror of galadriel #jrr tolkien #lothlorien #caras galadhon #galadriel #frodo #movie pics #peter jackson

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stopantisemitism · 1 month

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Thank u for proving once againg that zionists/kahanist are racists supremacist lmao

Anyway any zionist accussation is a confession from the river to the sea Palestine will be free yada yada you pigs will get the wall <3

I'm a racist because *checks notes*

I don't want to be associated with right wing Hindus??? Make it make sense.

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zvetenze · 10 months

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Aguševi Konaci (Aga's Konaks), view from lower pasture

Mogilica (Mogilitsa), Bulgaria

The perimeter of the Aga's complex is formed by the konak buildings and masonry walls. The site slopes gently down to Arda River, to the south. A square lookout sits above a circular tower forms the southeast corner of the complex, and the exterior walls of this room are whitewashed, with decorative sgraffiti. Windows on its four sides provide views in all directions. (photo 2000)

#Bulgaria #architecture #konak

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residentraccoon · 1 year

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✨️ Eurovision 2023 challenge ✨️

Day 6: Favorite returning artist

Pasha Parfeni my beloved!! 🥰

I really loved his 2012 entry, as well as his 2020 national final one that lost to Dream Team and Kirkorov power yasss, like his songs just have that particular formula of fun, ethnic party song that's impossible not to dance to. Well, Soarele și luna is a bit different. It has the ethnic elements and the fun dancey parts, but it feels more...mystic in a way? I dunno.

And as a native Romanian speaker, the lyrics just make me feel so happy. It's basically about the wedding of him and his wife and how he is inspired by nature things such as the forest and rivers for their wedding. Like it has those expressions specific to Romanian folklore (has some references from the folk ballad "Miorița") which I absolutely love. So incredibly glad to have this in Eurovision. I might be Romanian, but holy shit, I felt represented by Moldova for real. And also bcs our entry was...yeah

And same story as with Serbia, this one just got so tanked by both juries and televote, which is abysmal and dissapointing. You people got flute, funky rave dances and a catchy beat and chorus to stay in your head for days. Your answer? 18th place. Bye, I'm not watching this contest ever aga- just kidding.

#txt #eurovision 2023 challenge #esc moldova #eurovision

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magical-magyars · 23 days

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ＳＬばんえつ物語号　2024.4.28　深戸橋梁

#steam locomotive #railway #japan #landscape #JR EAST #photography #water reflections #蒸気機関車 #鉄道写真 #jr東日本 #新潟県 #水鏡 #深戸橋梁 #aga river #阿賀川 #ばんえつ物語号 #磐越西線

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 5 months

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why did harrison try to drown lonan!?!?!?

Good question, I’m not really sure myself lol. I think it kind of just happens?? He’s mad at him for sure but also Lonan kind of tells him to do it?? This attempt happens AFTER Eliza’s so Lonan is in a weird headspace. This is the first time they’ve met back up after their breakup, after Body Back, Hallowed Bodies etc lol sooo it’s kind of intense! The backstory is: Lonan shows up in New York City shortly after Harrison goes on a self-destructive trip, but under the guise that he’s there to find his sister and not actually for Harrison. Excerpts under the cut so I don’t clog your feed!

This is how it starts (Harrison capsizes their boat):

Harrison shuffles forward until their knees touch. He reaches. He makes contact. He touches his skin. He touches an ear. He touches cheek. He touches eyes, fingerprints his irises, wrings the tears from his waterline, pulls his face by the jaw, cradling his land mammal. He is crying. They should both cry. They are both crying. Their own lake puddling in Harrison’s palm. Theirs as Harrison dips his free hand into the water. Theirs as he hushes Lonan’s writhing. Theirs as he christens him, the water gorging his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Theirs as he promises it will be okay. Theirs as he says he will get to know this stranger. Theirs as they promise to both regrow. Theirs as Harrison jerks the canoe. Theirs as they capsize. Theirs as they reunite in fizzing tide, caught in the river, both animals trapped in amber.

& this is the attempted drowning actually happening:

Suspended in water, Lonan was aquatic. Blue eyes turning into blue skin into blue lips into blue throat, chest, wrist. Shards of his sheared hair slung in sheathes of bubbles, his face blissfully marred by their movement. Blue collarbones, blue earlobe, blue shoulder blade, blue pinkie finger.

Harrison pulled him by the shirtsleeve before he could swim back to the surface, contorting them under the hex of the overturned boat. Him and the water a double team as they took Lonan by the shoulders and held him underwater, an insect stilled and ready to be inspected. Saltwater burned Harrison’s eyes as he stared, but that wasn’t a deterrent. If he only had a moment to look, he wanted it to be in stillness, in a place time unravels. Blue knuckles, blue abdomen, blue forearm, blue tibia.

When Harrison dragged them toward the six-inch gap between the water’s surface and the canoe’s dome, he held them both there, sheep and shepherd, slain and slaughterer. His hands cupped around his throat like butterfly wings, holding him there for safekeeping. Blue nose-bridge, blue sclera, blue cheekbone, blue teeth. He coughed water.

“You stopped practicing,” Harrison said as Lonan retched. He probed his nose through a line against Lonan’s scalp, the skin there blue, too. He parted the hair once more, but this time with his teeth, grinning, ungrinning. “You used to know how to hold your breath in your sleep.” Grinning, ungrinning. Lonan’s body rag-like and hollow. “This seems like a wasted opportunity.”

“Pull me under,” Lonan said, spitting water, his voice grating under pressure. He trembled, his limbs his betrayal, tremoloing in the waves.

And Harrison did. Dousing him by the shoulders and holding him under so only he floated in the miniscule gap of air, Lonan a sunken, thrashing speck. It was thrilling, holding a body in his hands, determining its fate. And equally as thrilling to hold it as he lulled Lonan back up and over his shoulder where he deflated, gasping. At first Lonan coughed, once, twice, heaving saltwater and saliva. But then a birdlike sound, compact but jittering, the wisp of a laugh, and Harrison couldn’t help but wonder if he was thrilled, too.

“Do you feel accomplished, Harrison?” Lonan asked, his teeth prattling like an accordion. His hand trailed up the tail of his jacket, scrawling along the soaked leather. Lonan shifted, his body dead weight nearly drowned. And there was the sound again, chirping, “You’re not the first person who’s tried to kill me this year. Congratulations.”

Harrison pushed him back under. The tips of Lonan’s hair barrelling under the water like roots. His scalp hot and missing patches of hair, so untidy, so unlike him. A little bird, wringing its wings, scared of the water and drowning in it anyway.

When Harrison next pulled him from the water, Lonan lolled into his shoulder. If Harrison didn’t hold him, he would’ve sunken. Disappeared into a brilliance of sand and kelp. They hummed together, their bodies so unused to, yet familiar, with the other. Lonan’s cheek pressed into the nook of Harrison’s collarbone. Harrison wringing seaweed from the nook behind Lonan’s neck.

#asks

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wanderella-w · 1 year

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Rivers and happy pears (day 38)

Quite a lot happened in the first half of day 38. We got up and it was raining when we we walked to the river Erme that we had to cross wading through the knee-deep water. It was not as cool as it sounds because the stones hurt our feet, it was cold, and because everything is less fun when it rains. Also, we had lost some time because of me trying to take a shortcut, so we were a bit in a hurry because you only have 1,5h to cross the river. It kept raining, so we skipped breakfast and only had a muesli bar. When the rain finally stopped after two hours or so, we enjoyed our belated breakfast porridge, a cup of instant coffee, and the great feeling of not getting wet.

Next stop was the ferry over the river Avon. We had called it in advance, and apparently it was going on demand between 10 and 12 o'clock. A sign on the beach said we had to wave to the house on the other side to get the ferry drivers attention.

When we did so, no ferry came, but someone on a little red boat waved back and made its way to the beach. "Are you the ferry?" we asked when two men got off and a young woman stayed at the steering wheel. It turned out it wasn't the ferry but some people on holidays who were looking for their dog that ran away.. who stopped only to give us a lift to the other side! :) So we hopped in, Rosa piggyback on one of the guys and me taking my shoes off againg and wading through the water. Just in that moment the dog reappeared on the beach, how lucky! He also hopped in and with the six of us and two backpacks we only just fit. We had a nice chat with the two dudes and the girl that was one of theirs daughter and they offered us a cup of tea at their rental appartement. They were apparently on a trip with different families/ people. We had tea, bananas and almond spread in the big kitchen and talked mostly about our walk, because they were very impressed with us and told us about ten times that we were amazing strong women (a nice ego boost). Soon it turned out that David was the co-founder (one of the twin brothers) of "The Happy Pear", a sort of food and lifestyle company that is quite famous and that Rosa once baught a cookbook from as a present. She was still a bit starstruck when we left the house and got back on the path.

In the evening we found a nice and flat camping spot near a beach and enjoyed a calm dinner with a view.

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jodiie-leighanne · 2 years

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Sin and Sinuous. Final Part

This took forever to write for you guys and get it just how I wanted. The beginning looks confusing but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it, please enjoy.

There will not be smut, it just would not have fit in. Sorry loves.

Blurry, everything's a tear smudged blur as my feet hit the sidewalk. I felt like my body wasn't my own walk up to that apartment block, collapsing into the arms of my brother the minute I stepped through. Engulfed in warmth as I released my sorrow onto his shoulder.

His expression tense and knowing, River and Theodore were there when the test came back positive. They built me up and told me he would support me, do the right thing. Neither expected me to come back. We were meant to run and finally be together "Hey, hey what happened."

"He-he, fuck he chose her Riv" sentence staggered through the sobs, shuddering against the only solid consistency I have ever had. Rivers' nostrils flared as he rested a cheek on my hair inhaling sharply, soothing me with strokes and peppered kisses. "It's ok, Theodore."

Hurried steps were heard, "What."

"Look after her I'll be back." another set of arms pulled me into their lap holding me as they rocked gently. I grabbed for my brother's wrist staring up through wet lashes, "No, don't leave me please"

Sighing he bent down, "I'll be right back." Theo continued to hold me tighter, absorbing my pain.

Cries racked through my chest as she left in an instant, everything I ever wanted just disappeared and I cannot do a thing about it, waltzing to the kitchen snot dripping down my lips as I held myself together barely. A bottle flew passed my head to collide with the wall making me duck to miss the shards.

"You are a fucking cunt, what did you say to her" River was stood grabbing whatever he could find to launch in my direction, no shoes on, raw eyes, no shirt on as his muscles hammered with his breathing. Fists blanched white; he was enraged.

"River, I had to..." Another objection came my way as he bellowed "bullshit" Sprinting at me with force enough to take me up in the air spine thudding to the ground. His hands found my neck as he began squeezing.

"That baby is half mine" I wheezed, attempting to pry him off.

"That baby is Ophie's, just another casualty to your selfish ways. It's time to do what's best"

"No river please" His tough act wavered a second, as he staggered to his feet.

"Draco just don't" He turned away from me, palms braced on the table, "I'll do anything". It was hardly audible, but he heard me.

Shaking his head as he turned to me once more, "Leave with her"

"I can't do that" With that he chuckled and headed for the door without so much as a goodbye.

Following out just after, I went to the only place i could think off, she was stood in her nightgown, hair doused in curlers. Eyes narrowed as she took in my fractured form "I can't do this anymore Mum"

"Dra-"

"I cannot pretend- I've spent my- my whole life doing what everyone wants" Fingers tugged at my roots as i lost control of everything, I couldn't stop weeping even if I tried to. "Darling please, you're scaring me" Cautiously she stepped towards me wrapping her arms around my body.

"I-I fuck, make it stop it hurts mum it fucking hurts" Screaming as my knees buckled sending me to the ground, she followed me down. Humming to be as I wailed, a broken boy in the arms of his mother.

Neither noticed the elder man, peeking around the door frame. Feeling guilt and the smallest shattered to his heart.

The entrance was thrown open as Riv strove through, "Pack your things sweetheart we are leaving" He half smiled in my direction as he headed for the bedroom, I placed down a bowl of ice-cream on the coffee table, skipping behind in tiny prances. Luggage bags sprawled over the bed as he tossed clothes in of his and his boyfriends.

"Leaving? River what are..." Grabbing the packed clothes and chucking them back out, he tugged me closer by my hoodie strings. I'd never seen him so mad before, he was always soft with me. "I won't ask again Ophelia" He seethed, hues flitting to the door as Theo stood with a toothbrush dangling out his mouth, "Theodore pack"

"What happened?" I tried to question again, Rivers' head dropped as his shoulders sagged, "He won't stay away, he won't stop. Us leaving is the only way to end it"

"Us?" Tears welled for the thousandth time today, one hand cradled on my stomach although nothing visible was there it was just comforting. Theo appeared by my side, beaming with a huffed snicker, placing his large hands-on top of mine, followed by Riv. "You won't be doing this alone"

Speaking with my mother helped, I knew it would. She was of course shocked, not surprised she could feel the energy me and Ophie gave off when in a shared space it was no surprise. Five minutes I've now been banging on the door, calling out in begging chants for them to let me in. Impatience hit me, using my wand to cast an unlocking spell. I quietly stepped through; all the lights were off. It was silent, not a peep. "Baby? This isn't funny please"

Every room empty, all their clothes gone. I'm too late. All that's left was a note on her still made bed, 'Imm sorry' "Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk"

"Why so sad Draco?" Lake asked with a sarcastic grin, legs hanging over the chair arms as she sipped on a wine. "Fuck off" I spat, reaching to make my own drink, noticing the chaos my brother-in-law caused was cleared up.

"You caused this, you and her" She called out, sashaying towards me, if I met her eyes id skin the bitch. Placing a conniving hold on my shoulder she whispered, "This is your karma dear husband" Before walking away singing to herself.

This way going way too quick for my liking, I looked like someone had pumped me full of air, waddling became my form of movement.

"Do you want to know what you're having?" The sonographer cooed, waving the wand over my bulging belly. All three of us nodded, most of the time I'm sure people think I'm their surrogate, which I do not mind. "It's a boy" She squealed, causing whooping and whistling to sound from the men.

"Draco get dressed you've been moping around for months now" Father scolded, whacking my shins with his stick as I lay outstretched on the sofa, consuming carbs and feeling sorry for myself. "And I'll continue to do so'

"You should be busy planning for the rest of yours and Lake's future" He spoke timidly, almost like he was convincing himself of the fact.

"There is no future" Pushing myself up to leave, hearing him sigh defeated as I did.

"That's it you got it, push sis" Riv winced as I drained the blood from his hands in a bone crushing grip, fuck giving birth hurt no one told me this tiny little bundle would be a huge headed terror, ripping my pussy into three.

"I can't ... ahhhhh" Throwing my head back as the sweat gathered on my forehead, listening to the words of encouragement from the Medi witches, "Theooo" I whined, swatting at the intrusive bastard who had a camera pointed at my nether region "Get your face away from there"

"Just trying to catch every moment" The flash and a click went off as Theodore recoiled with a curse, a busty grey-haired woman shoved him out the way delivering a smack to the skull. Many more hours and pushing, he was finally born. Eight pound seven ounces, striking grey hues and tufts of blonde. He is utterly ethereal.

"I can't believe he is here ..." I uttered, kissing his hairline. "He's his daddy's double" Nott stated. Smiling down as he held my index, he really is.

"Drinking again, wife?" Chortling at the state of my once radiant wife, hair matted and stale liquor all she smelt of. "Indeed, it's the only affection i get" She giggled, spinning in circles listening to muggle FM.

"That's a lie, we both know you had a visitor last night" We hadn't touched in months. It made me feel sick just by the thought, not in a disrespectful way. She just wasn't who my heart and body wanted, and I could no longer mask that. Preferring to stay celibate whilst she had men in on a rota. "I'd rather have you," She sang.

Scoffing at the audacity, my eyes rolled "I'll pass, get dressed it's your father party tonight you're a mess"

"Get out..." Shouting out without so much of a glance up from my novel, the baby tucked in his cradle next to me snoring softly. "I'm hurt truly" Peering up, Theodore stood in a suit clutching at his chest, faking a heart break.

"I'm not going Theo"

"Yep, we got that when you threw pasta at river from daring to ask" Two day ago an invite to my sperm donors sixtieth birthday gathering came, It's been a year almost and they now choose to reach out, probably to show face in public, pretend we are a happy family of five.

The newlywed Notts, River choosing to take his now husband's name in a very private ceremony with a registrar at the ministry, have been eagerly trying to persuade me to attend. It's the last thing on my mind with an eleven-week-old baby, who doesn't sleep, sucks my nipples as a pacifier until they bleed. When he smiles or gargles at me, everything fades away. I couldn't be happier for them. Anyway, around an hour ago, Riv gifted me with a beautiful dress and explained he had told our parents we would be there. This led to the spaghetti bolognaise he made now decorating his linen trousers and flooring. Serves him right.

"Good, out you go" I smirk, going back to my book. He tutted, whipping it from my hold, tapping the tip of my nose "Nope little witch, you listen to me it's time"

"It is not"

"We both know it is" Laying my book down on the end of the bed, he dipped his palms into the cot picking up the tiny scrunching body that just made my pride sore. "I'll watch him get showered and put on something that will get that snake's tongue tied" Winking as he bounced away baby in arms.

"You're rooting for this aren't you?" I called as he reached the threshold, "Sure am"

Deciding it was best myself and Lake travelled separately to the venue, as our divorce is secretly underway. I headed to escort my parents. "Mother you look beautiful" No matter how old this woman got, she could pull off almost every style of gown, black was however her favoured colour. "Thank you, my son, how are you?" Reaching to kiss my cheek as she used her thumb to rub off the maroon lipstick.

"Better"

"Draco? Do you think she will come?" She queered as we looped arms heading to the car father had warming. "I hope so"

"You know I support you" Since I showed all my cards and bared my emotions fully, she tried to help me track them down and find out whatever she could, they had vanished.

"I know you do, you always have".

Every figure that was greeted by the Jones family, I shot my head up hoping she would be amongst them so far, no such luck, Id perched myself at the bar letting the whiskey free flow down my throat welcoming the burn. It was stupid to think she would turn up here, she has been gone for months. Has our child been born? Did she even keep the baby? I don't know if i would have in her situation, that's her body her choice to make. Deep down I bloody hope she did, I've always wanted to be a dad, to have mini-Malfoys running riot to raise them the way i wasn't with love and care. When mother heard of the pregnancy she was elated, despite the illegitimacy. It didn't matter anymore, even Lucuis had come to terms that I wasn't wanting to continue the marriage and after he bumped into one of my betrothed late-night flits at a restaurant, safe to say he wasn't pleased.

A familiar chuckle roused me from staring at the amber liquid in my cup, Notts here which means his other half is here, maybe Phi came to. Striding over to where the pair were shaking hands with Rivs mother and father whilst Theo embraced mine, they both shot me a look as if I was vermin, to be fair I'm worse than that. River dismissed his mother, slowly approaching me, "Malfoy, what brings you over here?"

"Can we talk?" Muttering through gritted teeth, trying not to show the weakness that was more than apparent. "Shes in the library, waiting for you" Glancing around he smiled and nodded at passers, wrinkling my shirt in his fist, "Do not fuck this up"

Turning on my heels i headed straight to where she was, clammy palms and throat drier than the desert it's been so fucking long, i need to keep composed i can't blow this chance she has extended without realising. Two solid brown doors never looked so intimidating, knowing what's behind them made it almost impossible to enter. Lifting my hand to twist the knob, pushing it open a fraction. Ears pricking at the soft lullabies sounding, there she was midnight blue gown, those locks I've revelled in having twisted around my knuckle pinned back in a waterfall down her exposed spine. She stood swaying by the bay windows, as she turned more the glimpse of a white woven blanket came to sight.

"You can come closer, it's ok Draco" Her pitch forgiving, creeping closer I felt on the verge of passing out. Wrists twitching as I now stood flush to her back, daring to place a ghosted touch on her hip. Ophelia sighed at the feel of me so close, braving to peer over her shoulder, I couldn't contain the train of fervour that rushed through me. In her safe embrace was a bundled-up mirror image of myself. Bottom lip slightly poked out as the infant sucked on an imaginary teat.

"Wonderful, isn't he?"

"He? We have a son?" I caught the beam of fondness that graced her as she stared in awe, nodding in response. "What's his name?"

Ophie huffed a laugh "Kai, it means sea" My expression turned wholesome, "Does he have a middle name?" Raising a limb to stroke the peaceful boy's cheek, stilling in movement at her answer.

"He does, Eltanin" To others it was just unique to me, it meant so much more. Eltanin is the brightest star in the Draconis constellation; it means dragon's head. "His last name?" Continuing to finally meet his silky skin I felt an instant connection with my son. I'd heard you did but never thought it to be true until right this moment.

"Jones" That hurt, i knew it had to be that way for now, it didn't stop the pang. "I fucking hate this" Murmuring against the shell of her ear, she turned more to face me.

"You left Ophie" Breathing on her collarbone where I placed a subtle peck. "You gave me no choice" She is right, I didn't.

"I had no choice"

"We all have them, Draco, it's up to us to make the right decision"

"What the fuck do we do phi? How are you so calm"

Sighing her emerald eyes sunk into the depths of mine, swirling around one another "There's a 8lb chubby blonde in my arms he never asked for this, he is perfect Draco. He deserves the world.

Clearing my throat, I broached the question "Can I?" Gesturing with my head down to Kai.

Brow quirking in surprise like she didn't expect me to accept this "You want to?"

"Yeah" Carefully she guided him into my arms, making sure to support his head and warn me in harsh notes to do the same. When I had him, I clutched Kai to my chest as if he would evaporate. It felt natural to hold him, if it was always meant to be. "Hello, my son, you're heavier than you look huh? Mums feeding you well"

"Only the best bar in town" She snickered, wiggling her chest, which made my eyes widen in curiosity. "Oh, how-how does it feel"

"Weird, a good weird" Without realising she edged closer leaning on me as we just gazed at this miracle made of lust and sin. "I'm sorry you've been brought in. Nothing changes the fact my blood pumps through your veins, your mine. My siggy" Kissing his temple, as Ophelia smirked "Siggy?". Rolling my eyes, of course she didn't know. "It's the name of a baby dragon, which he is. He is my son"

"I beg your fucking pardon?" Shit. My wife's arrived. "You're joking right? Not only was you two fucking you got pregnant, you absolute fool" She spat running out the door. I passed siggy to his mother, darting behind the crazy cow before she did something stupid.

All eyes darted to me as I entertained the hall where the party was held, too late. Ophelia soon stood by my side, strong and determined, ready for what was to come. Theodore and River came after, scooping his nephew up to keep him from harm.

"Oh, here she is, my sister ladies and gentlemen, the bitch who screwed my husband behind my back then birthed the bastard heir", She is a woman you cannot hit her, resist. "Lake enough" I growled in a warning.

"No, it's enough when i fucking say it is, you are an abomination you and that fucking child" Directing her hate slur, straight at her younger sibling, Ophie was never one for confrontation but i feel right now those morals are gone at the mention of her child, mama bear mode activated. "River, take my son out the room would you" He did as asked, with a sly upturned lip. "You can hate me go ahead I wouldn't stop you" She fired back, stepping closer to Lay.

Drinks, food and glasses hurled across the room as the sisters finally went head-to-head, shouts and screams of guests ducking and diving away from projectiles. Dragging each other by their hair as Phi straddle Lake throwing jabs left and right. A nudge to my elbow stopped the heat drifting to my dick, she looked so fucking good when she is being an utter devil. Lifting her in one arm I hauled her away suspended in air as she thrashed around.

"Well, that was an interesting, happy birthday Father" Lake cackled like a lunatic as she rose to stand, panting from the tousle. Abraham came to her aid, scowling as his other wayward child that I held against me. "I knew we should have sent you away, drowned you ruin everything" I do not fucking think so, stepping forward to rock this man's world "Don't you speak to her."

A flash of black drifted past calling out, "Allow me" River's fist collided with his father's jaw sending him to the ground. He turned around with fire dancing in his orbs.

"Can't let my little sister be the disappointment of the hour, Dad I'm gay" Gasps broke the silence, "And I'm fucking this guy" Riv pointed behind me causing everyone's eyes to snap to... My fucking father, I mean he did threaten me once to, I'm going to vomit.

River paled at his mistake. "Shit no, not Lucius, sorry Mr Malfoy your grace" Laughter fled from a lot of lips at the panicked boy, "But if you're ever feeling experimental." Theodore sheeted his arms around his man's waist whispering something in his ear causing a blush to rise.

"Theo I'm with Theodore Nott and I'm mad about that stupid idiot, and we are married" Surprisingly people clapped and cheered as Mr Jones turned an odd shade leaving the room snatching Lake away with him. Taking the opportunity I tugged Ophelia with me to the hall, slamming her spine into the nearest wall.

"I don't care anymore if I lose everything, none of this was mine to begin with" Now I started, I couldn't stop, it's time to give her what she needs. "The only thing in life that we own is moments yeah. This is mine. Ours" She was floored, completely taken aback.

"So, fucking what if i chuck everything else aside to have you and to have him, He is mine and you, you are mine. And I'll be damned if anyone takes that away from me" It was silent for a moment whilst she read me, looking for hesitation there was none, her lips collided with mine and we sunk into sync, it was a kiss like I'd never experienced.

"I mean it this time, let's leave" Mumbling against her parted lips as she pinched her lids shut.

"No"

"You don't mean it, come on" Resting my forehead against hers, rubbing our noses as my palms came to hold her cheeks. "You're a bad man Malfoy" Her hues met mine as they sparkled.

"The absolute worst"

"You destroyed my heart"

"Yeah? Let me fix it baby, I can do that now" Begging her to give me a chance, she pecked my lips, dragging my lower lip with her teeth. Wearing a smirk. I take that as a yes.

Coughing made us look behind to see our biggest supporters stood there, Theo, Riv, my mum who cradled her grandson with teary eyes and most surprisingly my father.

Her brother beamed for his sister, "You can't please everyone in life Ophie sometimes you have to shout fuck it I'm doing this for me and fuck it. Do it, if you want Draco, he is yours take him"

She did, she took me in sickness and in health till death do us part. Left to create more memories, raise our ever-growing family. In peace, and love. At least that's what we thought.

Seed of sins, harvested in a field so sinuous

Flourished and grown in tainted soil

Produce the most beautiful flowers.

Until someone comes to release the pesticide.

The End.

#Draco Malfoy #draco fanfiction

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Lost in the Wilderness - Chapter 6

Hilda Fanfiction

Summary: Hilda goes on a Sparrow Scout camping trip, only to find that Ahlberg, along with Captain Gerda Gustav, is also attending. Ahlberg has yet to speak with Hilda about the events of the night the Trolls attacked Trolberg. He’s had plenty of chances to thank her, he hasn’t, and Hilda has just about had enough of it. She thinks her camp can't get any worse. Until she and Ahlberg get lost in the Wilderness together and must find their way home.

First chapter

***

At least Hilda wasn't picking on him like when they'd first begun this ill-fated 'adventure'. In fact, she was utterly silent for the next few hours. She trailed behind Erik, not even complaining about his pace. And that was probably worse; the fact she wasn't even trying. He shouldn't have been surprised. He'd nearly destroyed a city. He'd destroyed his career. So it was no surprise he'd mucked this up as well.

Every rustle and crack within the forest's depths sent Erik's heart pounding. But nothing attacked them. The constant attentiveness drained his remaining energy, and he began to wonder if Hilda had been right about the Barghest. But he didn't regret his decision to remove her from the fight. He may have lost her trust. But it was still better than her being in the belly of a Barghest.

The sun was low in the sky as they came to a drop in the river. It plunged in a small waterfall onto rocks below. And there, the trees stopped. They were at the edge of the forest. But it was not this that caught Erik's eye.

"Hilda."

She wouldn't look at him. "What?"

"Look."

Lights blinked on the horizon, slowly winking on as night approached.

"Is that, Trolberg?" said Hilda. A hint of hope tinged her voice.

"It couldn't be anything else." A part of Erik was grateful. Another made his guts twist up. It was still so far. He did not want to spend another night out here. Trolls and Barghest or not, he was exhausted.

"Wait, is that a vehicle?" said Hilda.

"Sorry?"

"Urgh, look!" Hilda grabbed his sleeve and pointed.

Not more than half a kilometre away, headlights flicked up at them as a vehicle climbed over a hump in the dirt track it traversed. "That's a Safety Patrol car."

"Yes!" Hilda dug into her satchel and pulled out her torch. She clicked it on and waved it. "Hey! We're over here!"

The vehicle slowed, the headlights flashed, and the horn gave three sharp toots. It adjusted its course, picking up speed, and trundled towards him.

"Finally, I'm so hungry." Hilda nimbly traversed her way down the rocky slope.

Erik gulped down the lump in his throat. It was about time something went right for him. He climbed down behind Hilda, following her path but picking his way a little more carefully in the gathering darkness.

By the time he reached the waterfall's base, the vehicle had pulled up with a screech of tyres, throwing up a cloud of dust. The driver's door flung open so hard it bounced back on its hinges and smacked back into the driver.

"Out of the way!" A boot shot out and booted the door back into its open position.

At the sound of the familiar accent, Erik felt tears prick his eyes. Damn it, what was wrong with him?

Gerda jumped out of the vehicle and grabbed Hilda by the shoulders as she ran into her. "Hilda, there you are. Everyone is looking for you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a bit tired. And hungry."

"What happened?"

"I… we… sorry. I just left camp for a bit. I meant to come back. But Erik crashed a Woff, didn't he?"

"Is he…"

Hilda huffed and rolled her eyes. She nodded back over her shoulder.

Gerda took one look at Erik, then turned back to Hilda. "I had some snacks in the vehicle. There should still be at least one packet of Jorts I didn't get into; I think it's in the back."

Hilda grinned and dove into the vehicle.

Gerda turned back to Erik. "Hey, you okay?"

"I…"

Gerda didn't wait for his reply but stepped straight up and put her arms around him. The hug was firm and tight, and Erik felt that lump stick in his throat again.

He groaned and sagged against her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and held her for a long moment. "Yeah, I'm okay. Now you're here."

Gerda patted his back and then pushed him back, hands still resting on his arms. "I was worried for you."

"Sorry. But we're both fine. I guess I just look like crap."

"You look tired. And you're shivering. What happened?" Gerda said, voice low. She nodded over her shoulder, back at the vehicle. "You were out there for a whole day and night. Surely, you had a chance to talk to her?"

"I did. And, hah, you know it was easier than I thought? She, um, turns out she's ridiculously forgiving."

"But?"

"A day and a night is plenty of time for me to do something stupid and screw it up."

"Erik…"

He couldn't stand seeing her look at him like that. He still couldn't figure out what she saw in him. Whatever made her still try to help him, despite the way he had treated her before. "Look, I don't have the energy to do this now. I'll tell you what happened later. I promise. Can you just take us home?"

"Of course." Gerda squeezed his arm, her grip firm. "It will be okay, Erik."

His stomach grumbled loudly. Erik sighed. "You didn't happen to pack anything other than Jorts…"

At that moment, the sinking sun dipped below the horizon. A long, drawn-out howl rent the air.

Erik's blood ran cold. "Gerda…" Somehow, he resisted the urge to hide behind her.

Hilda tumbled out of the vehicle and stopped a few meters away. "Jellybean? Jellybean!"

"Hilda! Get back in the car!" Erik yelled at her.

Hilda rolled her eyes. "Jellybean!"

Gerda shot off to the boot of the car.

"Gerda! Don't…" Erik tried to grab her, but she was far too quick. She'd left him!

Gerda pulled out a light gun, and it whined as she powered it up. The howl cut through the air again. Gerda panned the weapon around, but she had no idea where to aim the thing.

The hairs on the back of Erik's neck stood on end. He turned around. And that was when the Barghest bounded at him. He only had the chance to take a step back, and then her snout barged into his shoulder and knocked him to the ground.

"Erik!" said Hilda.

Erik fell flat on his back, the wind knocked right out of him. He looked into the face of the growling, drooling beast.

Behind him, the electric buzz of the light gun built, and a split second later, a beam of light shot directly over Erik's head. It lit up the Barghest's face and chest. She yelped and shied away.

The beam hadn't blinded him, but as it clicked off, Erik only saw darkness, his eyes struggling to readjust to the dimmer light.

"Hilda, run!" Gerda grabbed Erik by the shoulder and yanked him to his feet. "Get back!" Gerda flashed the gun again, this time at the ground in front of the Barghest. The Hound shied away, her footsteps a little awkward, putting her body to the beam, and growled as she stalked around, far warier now.

Erik blinked as his vision returned.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine…"

Gerda shoved him hard, and they both went down. The Barghest lunged past, and her shoulder clanged into the Safety Patrol vehicle. She snarled and snapped at the car, then circled away from them, swiping a paw across her snout.

Gerda was already on her feet. "What is that thing? Is it a Black Hound?"

"A Barghest, yes," Erik said, hauling himself back up. "It's after me. Long story. Look, you just tell me what to do. I know I wasn't much use when I led Safety Patrol, but I'll do whatever you tell me." He wouldn't freeze up like he had when Jellybean had approached Hilda. At least, with Gerda here taking the lead, he had some chance to be useful.

Gerda grabbed his sleeve. "Erik. You have nothing to make up for."

"But I can help! I can…"

"You are not Safety Patrol anymore. You let me handle this. You find Hilda, and you hide until it's safe. Then you get her back to the vehicle so we can get out of here. That is an order."

She in no way meant it unkindly, but her words cut. You're not Safety Patrol. Well, who did he have to blame for that?

Erik turned and ran, ignoring the twinge in his chest as he left Gerda to fight that thing alone. Sure she knew what she was doing. But that didn't make it right. "Hilda!"

"Here!" Hilda hissed loudly. She waved to him from behind a boulder near the waterfall.

Erik skidded down beside her. "We need to get back to the vehicle so Gerda can get us out of here."

"But, what about Jellybean?" She wasn't yelling at him but looking up at him, pleading.

"Hilda… aw, look, if he had any sense, he'd have bailed after he distracted that thing." The poor mutt was probably injured or worse. But he couldn't tell Hilda that. "Look, Gerda's leading it away. If we give it a second, we can…"

Roars rent the night air. Three Trolls crashed down, splashing into the water at the waterfall's base as they landed. They stood tall, water running from their backs.

Gerda whirled from driving the Barghest back with the threat of another beam to the face and blasted the light gun at the Trolls with a sharp whap. The beam hit one of the Trolls in the chest dead-centre, and he turned to stone.

The Barghest crashed into Gerda with a vicious snarl, snapping her teeth. Gerda curled up, the teeth missed her, but the Barghest's foreleg smacked into her and knocked her to the ground amongst its legs. The light gun went flying.

"Gerda!" Erik yelled.

The Trolls turned towards his voice.

***

For a split second, Hilda thought the Barghest had trampled Gerda. But as she tumbled out from under its back legs, she rolled to her feet and then ducked behind the Safety Patrol vehicle.

"Bastel!" one of the Trolls roared.

"He's fine, Hurn!" said the third. "See if you can find the murderer of the Mountain King. I'm going to deal with this one harassing my girl."

Hilda ducked back down behind the rock. The Barghest had attacked them again. And now it was dark, the Trolls had been right on her tail. "They're with the Barghest. Erik, you were right. I'm sorry."

Erik was hunched down behind the boulder beside her, chest heaving. He had one hand clamped across his eyes, hiding them. "This is all my fault," he ground out.

He may have stopped her from helping Jellybean. But maybe she could have been hurt. And, even if he had run because he was thinking of himself, thinking he could have been hurt, could she really be mad at him for that? He had just been scared. Hilda tugged on his sleeve. "Gerda's okay," she said gently. "She got under the car."

"Yeah, but for how long? Everything I did that night, everything leading up to it… I thought I got off light." Erik's hand squeezed tighter, thumb and forefinger pressing into his eyes. "Gerda shouldn't have to pay for what I did. And then they're going to come after us."

"So, let's not let her," Hilda dragged harder on his arm, trying to get him to look at her. "We can help her."

Erik finally dropped his hand and looked at her with bloodshot eyes. He gulped, and then his gaze hardened. "We all need to get into that vehicle and get out of here."

"Okay, so let's distract the Trolls. Gerda can get the vehicle, and, and then…"

"If she can get in that car, or gets a weapon, or anything… it's Gerda. She'll get us out of here."

"So, all we've got to do is distract those Trolls." Hilda shot up and cupped her hands. "Hey, over here!"

Hurn turned towards her. "The little human. You're lucky. My friend wanted to eat you, but I just might let you go."

"Well, you'd better let Erik go too!" Hilda shot back.

"You can understand me?"

"Of course, I can understand you, and I won't let you hurt Erik! We don't mean you any harm, and…"

"No harm? He killed our KING!"

"Hey, over here, you big bully!" Erik stood tall atop a rock, chest thrust out. "That's right, it's me!" He grinned madly and stabbed a thumb back into his chest. “Erik Ahlberg, enemy of Trollkind. Yeah, you know who I am. I'm the stupid idiot who stuck bells on you and aggravated you and… and killed the biggest of you lot! You want a piece of this!?"

Hurn turned and pounded a fist into his palm. "He was our King!"

Erik dove aside as Hurn ploughed into the rock he'd stood atop.

***

Erik rolled to his feet, his damp boots squeaking in protest. Screw it. This was happening. These guys were after him, and he had no one to blame but himself. He just had to suck it up and deal with it, and maybe they’d get out of this.

The Troll turned towards him. “That’s it… it’s me you want…” Erik’s hands trembled as he backed up. But he had the Troll’s attention. He could be big and loud and showy, and he might as well use it.

Hilda ran back and grabbed the light gun.

Good on her. He only had to square up to this thing and keep it distracted for a few seconds more. “Come on, you!” Erik goaded. “That’s it, you big, dumb…” And then his words died on his lips.

This was not some dumb beast. Erik looked up into the rocky face of the Troll. And amongst the rage, he was sure there was a wariness as the Troll approached him. It may have only been a little bit. But this massive creature that could tear him limb from limb feared him.

“You… look, I, I know I did you wrong. All of you. I’m… I’m sorry.”

The Troll roared in his face. Well. He could hardly have expected it to be as forgiving as Hilda.

Hilda hefted the gun to her shoulder, frowned, and shook it. Erik’s stomach dropped. She was a child! She may have known her way around the Wilderness, but she sure had never fired a weapon before.

The Troll slammed his fists into the dirt. Erik rolled aside, then righted himself with a grunt. How had he ever thought these things couldn’t harm him, couldn’t harm Trolberg?

“Hilda, come on, please. There’s a safety catch, then the trigger…”

A beam of light shot out and stabbed the Troll in the back. It roared, cutting off as its body turned to stone.

“Yes! Well done! Help Gerda!”

“Got it!” Hilda spun around and aimed the light gun at the last Troll, who was shoving a shoulder into the Safety Patrol vehicle. “Time for a nap, sorry.” And she fired the gun.

The Hound lunged out of the darkness, and her body blocked the beam from hitting the last Troll. She turned back to Hilda.

Hilda raised the gun. “Shoo! This won’t turn you to stone. It’ll blind you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Erik’s blood ran cold. “Hilda, she won’t back off. You need to shoot her!”

Thank gods, she listened to him and fired the gun. The Hound ducked her head aside and took the beam, completely harmlessly, across the shoulder. She circled back again.

“Hilda!” Gerda emerged from under the vehicle. The Troll roared and threw a punch. Gerda swayed back, fists raised in a guard on instinct. Then she ducked back behind the car as a fist slammed into the ground where she’d stood a second before.

The light gun let out two more whaps as Hilda fired again, but the Barghest turned her face away each time. She had learned her lesson. And, though she wound her way side to side, keeping her body as sideways to the weapon as possible, she slowly made her way closer and closer to Hilda.

What the hell had he been thinking? It was one thing for him to help Gerda. But he should never have involved Hilda. Erik ran for her.

“Hilda, run!” Gerda shouted.

Hilda dropped the gun and turned tail. The Barghest snapped out of its winding approach and lunged, paws and claws reaching out.

Erik ran into Hilda mid-stride, grabbed her to his chest, spun around and dropped to his knees, turning his back to the Barghest.

***

Erik’s arms enveloped her, and they were both flung aside. Erik cried out. They slammed into the ground, Hilda’s head spinning. Erik landed on top of her, pinning her. Hilda grunted and squirmed around. “Erik?”

He whimpered, shifted up enough for Hilda to pull herself out from under him, and then sagged back down.

“Are you okay?” Hilda took him by the shoulders, getting her arms around him.

Erik shuddered at her touch. “My back.”

Hilda flinched, pulling back her hand. It was wet and sticky.

The Barghest let out a rumbling growl. It towered over them but made no further move.

“Well done, Tarpit,” growled the Troll, moving away from the vehicle towards the beast. “Once Hurn and Bastel wake up, we’ll have some fun.”

“Hilda…” Erik said thinly. “You don’t have to get dragged into this. Get out of here.”

“No!” Hilda grabbed him lower down on his arm and pulled him protectively against her. “I told you before; I won’t abandon my friends. I’m not leaving you.”

He gave in just like that, grabbing onto her and burying his face against her. “I’m sorry.”

Hilda’s chest tightened. “This isn’t your fault.” She fixed a glare on the approaching Troll. “These Trolls are just bullies.”

Headlights flared on, punching through the darkness between the Troll and Barghest. It did not have the same effect on the Troll as the light gun - she did not turn to stone. But she shied away from the bright lights like she’d been burned.

Gerda gunned the engine, and the car slammed into the Barghest’s side. The beast yelped and rolled away, half in flight, half propelled by the force of the vehicle slamming into her.

Gerda screeched to a halt, the vehicle forming a wall between them and the limping Barghest. “Get in the car! Now!”

Hilda rose and tugged on Erik’s arm desperately. “Come on, get up.” It was all she could do. She couldn’t lift him. He had to get up.

His whimper turned into a snarl of effort, and he staggered to his feet.

Hilda opened the back door and climbed in. Then grabbed Erik’s arm as he hauled himself in behind her. “Come on, Erik, you’re tougher than this, remember? You can do it.”

The Troll roared. “How dare you hurt her!” A fist slammed into the rear car door just as Erik got his legs in. It threw him across the backseat, up against Hilda.

Hilda winced but held onto him tight. “We’re in, go!”

Gerda floored it. In the rearview mirror, the Troll roared, but instead of following them, she turned back to the Barghest.

Erik sagged into Hilda’s lap, sprawled across the backseat, trembling. His leather jacket was torn to shreds across one shoulder. In the dim light, something seeped and glistened thickly within the tear.

Hilda gulped, glad she could not see more clearly. Just enough to know Erik needed help. At least she had listened somewhat in Sparrow Scouts. “It’s okay,” she said, with a steadiness she didn’t quite feel. “Hold still.” She took off her coat and flung it over Erik’s shoulder, completely covering the gash. She pressed down tight against him, applying pressure.

Erik shuddered but didn’t protest. He breathed heavily against her, gulping air. Hilda felt tears prick her eyes. “Erik? It’s okay.” And she put her arms around him, still pressing the coat tight. “I’ve got you.”

***

Erik's breathing slowly steadied. Tears squeezed from his eyes. And, as he finally caught himself enough to realise he didn't want Hilda to see him crying, he put a hand to his face and pushed them away.

Gerda glanced in the rearview mirror, forehead creased. "How is he?"

"I'm okay."

The corner of Gerda's lip trembled upwards. "Hey. Glad you're still with us."

"He's bleeding really badly," said Hilda, a faint shake in her voice. "I think I'm stopping it, though."

"Okay, you keep holding onto him like you are, ja?

"Yeah, I can do that."

The car bounced along, the bumps sending jarring pain across the slashes in Erik's back. He wasn't sure how much damage the Barghest had done. The whole area just burned.

Gerda turned her attention back to the road. "You hang in there, Erik. I'll get you back to Trolberg as quickly and as safely as I can."

"I… I know."

Gerda picked up the radio headset and started calling her officers, letting them know she'd found Hilda and was coming back in. Letting them know to have an ambulance ready. Just… generally being on top of the whole thing. Erik only half followed the conversation, instead finding it easier to focus on the drone of voices over the radio and Gerda's accent. She was going to take care of him.

Hilda had her arms around him, cradling him in her lap. The vehicle's movement still hurt a bit, but it also rocked him. Better than striding through forests or sloshing through rivers. He didn't have to run. He didn't have to move. Didn't need to posture or perform. Neither of them cared if he'd messed up or not, they were going to take care of him.

"Hilda…" Erik reached up a hand, and she quickly grabbed it.

"I'm here."

"I… I'm okay, all right? I'm just really tired. So I don't want you to worry. But I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit."

***

Final chapter

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