#some nice afternoons spent listening to running water at the river

[platypusisnotonfire]

I just decided I’m going to be a fishing guy and bought a fishing license and went to my archery place (where I always shoot at the range for free but it’s like a hunting and fishing place for real) and they set me up with my new lures and let’s see what happens fam

I wanna know what Trout tastes like

Let’s go

#new hobby #fishing #got my license my rod my reel my lures my hooks my bait #gimme some fish fry diners #and for the process #some nice afternoons spent listening to running water at the river

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 2- Lay Me in the Sun

Summary: You’ve spent the past handful of years with your Witcher throughout your travels around the Continent. After a hunt, you’re all he wants.

Warnings: smut, fluff, Geralt being a hottie

-Part of my OMAM series that I’m working on, this is right before the happenings of the Witcher season 1, which is in the next chapter

Masterlist

You are currently sprawled out upon the vibrantly green summer grass, enjoying the softness of your living bed as a warm breeze brushes past your skin. You had hacked at a tree with your sword for about an hour and a half to let off some steam until you got too bored and sweaty. You then went for a refreshing dip in the nearby river before lounging in the afternoon sun where you happen to be right now.

Geralt has been off all day on the hunt for some subspecies of troll while you've been chilling with Roach by the river. He didn't seem keen on having you come with him this time, so instead you let him have his "me time", odd way to call hunting and hacking off a trolls head "me time" but it's Geralt so you didn't press any further. He just likes doing his thing by himself at times and considering how nice a day it is, let him.

You've been his travel companion for a good handful of years now, which delightfully has resulted in that of a strong romantic relationship with your fearsome Witcher. He keeps himself as a big scary badass with a look that could send you running for the hills, according to all the people of the continent that you've both met. But to you he's the most gentle, funny, loyal, and protective lover you've ever had, quit the opposite of what the villagers think of him.

He listens to you and cares so much about if your happy around him, which you always tell him yes. He needlessly worries that he's too much or too little for you, that maybe he doesn't show how much he truly loves you often enough. But you have grown to understand that he speaks his love language through his actions and how he looks at you, as you've found this better then any amount of words on a man's tongue could possess. And it's just how Geralt shows his affection towards you, as he's never been a mushy kinda guy who will flatter you with his abundance of compliments. Which you never have minded, in fact it would send you howling with laughter at the thought of Geralt singing you a song about your beauty compared to that of a flower. Now that would be quit the scenario.

Laying your head upon the pads of your hands, you close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the comfort of the tall grass as you enjoy the sounds of rushing water over the river rocks, that is, until a foul stench reaches your nostrils. Your face contorts into an unpleasant grimace at the nasty scent of something recently deceased coming your way. Then another more familiar smell reaches your nose and you know exactly who it is. If his disgusting smell didn't already confirm his identity it would be his heavy footfalls onto the soft earth, disrupting your peaceful afternoon snooze that you get so rarely.

Suddenly the footsteps get louder until they suddenly stop near your boot covered feet, as a shadow blocks the sun from reaching your face. You slowly open your eyes to behold the sight of your Witcher who is very visibly covered in something that is definitely not guts. But most certainly came from said guts of some unlucky creature.

"What threw up on you this time?" You ask, as he's about to give you a probable vividly disturbing answer, you hold your hand up to shush him.

"You know what, never mind."

He laughs at that as he slings something off the side of his shoulder, without warning the grotesque decapitated head of a rock troll slumps to the grass with a thud. The nasty fucker staring blankly into your ruby colored eyes while it's pale tongue slides out of its mouth, black inky bubbles of blood and saliva seeping out from its slacked jaw. You hiss at it before briskly gliding up into a standing position where you then take a few steps back.

"What the fuck Geralt! I was having a very nice and relaxing moment before you dropped that nice little present way too close for comfort." You sass at him while you fold your arms over your chest, he simply smiles, amused that he's annoyed you.

"You don't like my gift?" He muses with a cocky smirk upon his dirty face.

"Maybe if I was an orc, you got the wrong species, love. Uh, but hey...good work on not getting eaten alive."

"Whatever it takes to come back to you." He quips, you rolling your eyes at his adorable sarcasm.

"Alright troll slayer, I think you should take a dip in the river. I mean what is even on you it looks like brown chunks of....oh god is that cow?" You grimace in disgust once again, every so slightly leaning into him to take a better look at what's actually coating his leather armor.

"I truly have no idea. And I will take your kind suggestion lest we have wolves hunting us in the wee hours of the morning, like little angry ghosts." He replies with a nod before walking past you and stripping himself of his black leather armor.

He drops it in the grass as he quickly pulls his dark under shirt over his head where he promptly abandons it by a nearby rock. You don't even realize how hard core you're staring at him right now while you subconsciously bite your lower lip as your gaze travels from his bare shoulders to his chiseled torso. He's got an abundance of scars in various parts of his body and his muscles are as hard as stone. This is nothing you haven't seen before but still, Geralt knows how to put on a show, whether he knows he's doing it or not.

He slides his boots off and as he's casually unbuttoning his trousers does he finally look up to catch your lustful gaze. He smirks as you stare on boldly at his half naked self, a blissfully dumb smile upon your face.

"I could think of a couple ways we could spend the evening and right now my love you are just...a lot." Geralt keeps eye contact with you as he continues to unbutton his pants, he slides them down his god-like body until he's finally standing in the summer evening as naked as the day he was born.

He gives you a charming smile before turning and walking into the river to clean himself off of all the troll innards. He goes beneath the water before resurfacing once again, in the meantime you sit yourself onto the river bank and smile to yourself at the delicious sight of your glistening Witcher while he washes himself clean of all puke, blood, sweat, and whatever else is coating his skin. Suddenly all goes quiet and you can't see him above the water anymore, but you can see how his form is on a path for your legs that are dangling in the river. Quickly you pull your legs from the rushing stream just as Geralt resurfaces directly in front of you.

"You were not about to drag my ass into the depths, these are my only dry clothes." You halfheartedly whine, a small chuckle escaping you as Geralt rests his muscled arms upon the riverbank.

"Then take them off." He gives you an inviting look as you raise an eyebrow at his boldness.

He just smiles adoringly at you from the riverside, silently begging you to shed your clothing to come join his bum in the water. With a shake of your head, you stand up and tug off both of your boots, throwing them near Geralt's armor. Then you peel off your loose grey top that was conveniently all that was covering your top half from the eyes of the world. You look down at Geralt who's golden eyes have not left your body once, a giant blissful smirk playing at the corner of his soft lips as you give him a show.

You throw him a wink before sensually unlacing your pants, those things abruptly falling to the grass in a black puddle at your feet. You stand naked above him on the river bank like a water nymph in all her alluringly bewitching beauty. Playfully teasing him as you dramatically stretch in the warm sunlight, he watches as your arms reach for the clouds, your breasts lifting with the movement. You look absolutely radiant, a goddess come to earth that could make the very stars jealous with your dazzling features.

Your eyes lock with his and without warning you launch yourself over Geralt's snowy head, intent on making a large splash in the process, just to tease him. When you resurface he's rubbing the water from his eyes, you casually swim over to him, a cheeky grin adorning your wet face. Once he's gotten the water out of his eyes he lowers himself into the river until all you can see is his shoulders and his handsome face.

"All clean now?" You ask, tilting your head down to blow some river bubbles.

"Remarkably." Quips your Witcher with a low chuckle.

"Good...now you can take me on the grass of the riverbank, right in front of Roach." You state bluntly, Geralt's golden eyes widening in pleasant surprise as your face suddenly breaks out into a fangy grin.

"She's seen too much already." He jests, nodding in her general direction as she obliviously nibbles away at the grass.

"She's seen worse." You add.

"Fair point." Replies Geralt with a casual shrug.

You lower your face into the water, bringing it back up just as quickly before you spit a line of cold water right onto Geralt's cheek. He shuts his eyes as he takes your assault like a champ, letting you have your fun for the time being cause in a couple minutes he'll have you screaming his name into the afternoon breeze. Once all the water has left your mouth do you finally stand up and glide over to your patient lover. He watches you the whole time, keeping his sights onto your beaming face, although he's not unnoticing of how the water only conceals your bellybutton and your delightful treasure below.

"Hopefully no one stops by for a drink." You state with a small laugh as you stand in front of him.

He looks down at you with a soft smile gracing his kissable lips, you raise your hand up and let it trail down the side of his arm in a casually intimate gesture. He watches in content silence as you touch the skin of his scarred forearm, all the way down until you reach his hand where you then open your palm out for him to take. He does so without question, knowing exactly what your intended plans are for the both of you next. With a seductive bite of your lip, do you lead Geralt to the side of the river bank were your little camp is set up.

You let go of his hand and lift yourself up onto the soft grass where you stood not even five minutes ago. As you're seated, you turn around to face Geralt who's doing the same. You quickly bite the inside of your cheek when your eyes are known to the delicious sight of is hardened member glistening in the beams of sunlight through the nearby trees. He falls to his knees as he crawls over to you in the grass. When he reaches your closed bent legs he gives you a pleading look. Asking for your permission to continue, you smirk at him and slowly part your legs to his great delight.

You lean back on your elbows as his large form covers you from the sun, his hands land on either side of your face as his member grazes against your inner thigh. He's instantly attacking your lips in a heated embrace, pulling a moan from your lips as he takes this opportunity to stick his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues dancing in the darkness, he carefully leans himself onto one forearm as his other hand travels down the side of your body where he then parts your legs further apart for better access.

You can feel as he guides his cock to your slick entrance likes he's done this a hundred times before. Once he's found his mark does he then slowly push into you, you let out a breathless gasp at the uncomfortable sensation sliding into your wetness. He lifts his face a couple inches from yours to make sure you're doing okay and that he isn't hurting you too much. You look into his concerned eyes as you try to hide your slight discomfort, you've done this so many times before, it's just Geralt can be a lot to handle and you need a second.

Leaning up to give him a chaste kiss you find his eyes once again as a blissful smile appears onto your stunning face. Confirming that you've adjusted accordingly and it's time to pick up the pace. He ever so carefully does he thrust into you once again, starting off slow so you can prepare yourself for when he goes faster. Your hands claw at his muscular back as his head falls to your shoulder.

"I'm not a fragile maiden, fuck me Geralt...I can take it." You practically growl in his ear, sending chills down his spine as a cocky smile appears onto his handsome face.

"You're ready now?" He teases as he pecks you on the cheek, you turn to glare at him.

"Shut up, let's make a goddamn dent in the side of this bank." You rasp out as he begins to pick up the pace, heeding to your confident command.

He pounds in and out of you in a beautifully pleasurable rhythm that's sending you into a flurry of whimpers and moans at the sensational contact of his cock inside you. Your body feels electric with each new thrust that he sends deep into your womanhood, as he bottoms out every time. A dazed smile finds its way onto your parted lips at the sounds of Geralt's own grunts and staggered breaths.

He pushes you into the grass as he lays atop your shimmering body, his hips doing a fantastic job at keeping your legs apart as he thrusts into you over and over again. You're to out of to even think of wrapping your legs around his body, all that you're able to manage is a tight grasp onto his right arm as your other hand is clawing at the ground for some support.

The sweet sounds of skin on skin contact dissipates throughout the evening breeze. All of it lost to the roar of the river and yours and Geralt's moaning. Your as wet as the water below you as he slides in and out of you with ease. Sending waves of pleasure into your hot core, it's gradually building up with every new thrust he's throwing at you. When you turn your head to the side to get a better look at him, you can tell how concentrated his face is as more grunts subconsciously escape from his lips, he's on his way to paradise.

The building of your own pleasure rises every time he hits your sweet spot until you can't take it anymore and all at once your orgasm hits you like an arrow in the chest. Sending euphoric waves of pure bliss pulsating throughout your entire being as your walls close in around his hardness.

"Ah fuck Geralt!" You scream in ecstasy as another moan slips from your throat, "Geralt! Uh...ahhh oh my fuuuck!"

He relentlessly continues to pound into you as he chases his own high in the midst of you cuming. It's sending more shock waves into your sensitive clit with lack of a break. But you don't have time to care as another orgasm begins to build inside of you once more with every full thrust of his manhood into your dripping entrance. Due to him being a Witcher and all, heavily contributes to his high stamina, but luckily for him you're not entirely human yourself and can keep up with his lack of exhaustion.

More whimpers fall from your lips as he kisses the side of your sweaty cheek in a small act of appreciation for how well you're doing. He understands he's big and how he doesn't get tired easily, so he's rather blessedly grateful for you as a partner who can take him so well. Suddenly he lets out a string of curses mixed in with your name here and there as he releases his load into your aching womanhood. You cuming right after him for the second time today as you let out a pleasurable scream.

"Ohhh fuck Geralt...ohhh fuuuckk."

He gives you a couple more ending thrusts for good measure before he pulls himself out of you and lays at your side in a sweaty heap of heavily breathing Witcher. You can feel as his cum drips out of you and into the grass that's lightly caressing your legs. You're breathing heavily and your inner thighs feel sore as you lay here ever grateful for the cool wind that fans your swollen entrance and sweaty body.

You look up to the blue sky and watch as great puffy clouds roll by, a single falcon gliding on the current, completely oblivious to the smell of sex lingering in the air near you two. You turn your attention to Geralt who's watching the bird of prey fly high into the clouds.

"You think anyone heard us?" You furrow your brows in wonder.

"Some squirrels, probably a bird or two." Replies Geralt nonchalantly as he continues to breath heavily.

"Well I'm glad nothing bothered us, I would have gouged their eyes out if a single person disturbed us." You mutter, a flash of fire in your scarlet eyes.

"Oh Y/N, my ever gentle flower." Muses Geralt with a content sigh as he props himself up onto his elbow to have a better view of you. Smiling at him you go to do the same.

"I can be gentle." You laugh out half defensively, knowing full well that is not entirely true.

"Half the scratch marks on my back are your doing my dear." Replies Geralt with a kind smile as you playfully roll your eyes at him.

"Well, that's not completely my fault." You sass back as you slide yourself closer to him. The two of you now inches apart in the soft grass, he studies your face for a moment, really taking you all in.

"What's on your mind." You ask while playing with the ends of his silver hair. His eyebrows furrow for a second before he relaxes again, deciding to lay both you and himself back down on the riverside grass. He pulls you in close, enough that your top half can now lay comfortably upon his muscular chest and shoulder. You snake an arm over his torso as your head rests nicely upon his strong shoulder blade, your faces so close. His gaze keeps to the clouds above as yours watches him search for an answer.

"I think I may need new clothes." He finally confesses after a short while, you lightly chuckle at his blunt realization.

"What? No. I love the smell of death on you. It's very sexy." You add, sarcasm clear in your voice as you subconsciously trace the scared flesh of his torso.

"Thanks." He mumbles as his free hand finds your arm that's currently draped over his stomach, he trails his fingers upon your skin before resting his hand on your forearm, "The next village over, I'm trading that troll's head for enough coin to get us close to Blaviken...then we'll see what monster there might bring us some better gold."

"I've never been, but I know of a wizard who lives there in some fancy tower all alone, don't know his name or anything. Who knows what kinda shit he gets up to these days, I can't imagine it's anything pleasant or humane." You mutter into the breeze, you'd made sure to keep your distance from any mages or wizards for as long as you could after something caused you to finally become fed up with them.

You don't adheredly have any standing beef with any of them in particular, in fact you had been very close with one, but that was such a long time ago. It almost feels like it could have been a past life. It's just you've lived long enough to know that people like such are usually superstitious bastards who'll believe any prophecy that destiny may conjure up for them.

They do as they please and their use of magic is not always used with good intentions. Although one may say due to your father being a sorcerer and all, would make you part mage, but on the contrary. As far as your abilities go in the tricky area of sorcery and it's mysterious being with how it can be inherited from parent to child. Your capabilities run a specific line of nothing but whatever part vampire runs through your veins. Nothing more, nothing less. Unlike with mages in their give and take, you can simply bend your lighting to your will whenever you call it into your vessel via the dark gift.

That being said, you've seen the atrocities that mages and wizards alike can commit when given the opportunity, so for that, you don't fuck around with them, nor use your deadly gift very often. Figuring you're already dangerous enough as it is, people never seeming to want to keep you around for too long. Perhaps that's why you and Geralt are perfect for each other, if the world won't have you, at least you have one another's company.

"I know of your dislikes for wizards, but we...well I, need new clothes. And there's surely some coin to be given in that place." Whispers Geralt as he holds you close, you let out an annoyed sigh, earning a small laugh from the man beneath you.

"Dammit you know I can't say no to another adventure, wizard or not, I wanna see what Blaviken has to offer us."

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Tagged:  @notahappytree​ @ashleyforeverareject​ @sokkasdarling​ @kmuir1​(@auds24 sorry idk why ur name won’t work)

#the witcher x reader #the witcher x you #the witcher x y/n #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt x you #the witcher #falcor the luck dragon stories #Of monsters and men fic

[inkandpen22]

Otherworldly Kings and Queens (6/?)

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader / Prince Caspian x Female!Reader 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: After calming down the river, Peter and Y/N return to the How to a distressing scene. Then, Y/N meets someone who seems awfully familiar. 

Masterlist

Peter and I arrive back at the How hand-in-hand sometime after sunset. Spending the afternoon by the river with just us seemed to do him a lot of good. We talked for some periods, laid in the grass, and watched the clouds silently for others.  Simply being together in each other's presence was enough to bring peace of mind. 

"Hey Peter," Edmund waves his brother up to the top of the stone structure. 

The eldest Pevensie turns to me, "I'll be right back." 

"No, take your time," I assure him. "I think I'm going to go find your sisters and see if they're hungry." 

He offers me a soft smile and plants a quick peck on my forehead. "See you soon!" 

I watch as the blonde jogs off to join his brother. A content smile creeps up on my lips as I enter the How. Narnians of all sorts are gathered beneath the ground in the golden lit space. They continue working on their weapons and preparing for the battle to come. I hate the idea of battles and wars. There's a constant state of unsettlement leading up to them and all through it. If I could, I would stay in the plush, pillowy, grass under the spring sun all day with Peter. It would be just us in silence, nothing but the sound of birds chirping, the breeze, and rushing water. 

I don't find Susan and Lu in the main area, so I go check for them down the hall in the tomb. Instead, I'm met with three Narnians pressuring Caspian toward the alter. Between the two stone pillars is a sheet of ice with a white/shinny female reaching out. This isn't right. 

"Caspian, no!" I sprint toward them. 

While drawing my katana, I run up the cracked stone table. I dodge a werewolf on the way, slicing its cheek. I leap over the top and onto a dazed Caspian. He falls out of the circle in the dirt and I land in his place. By the hair, I'm yanked to my knees by Nikabrik.  

"Let me go!" I growl, clawing at his fist. 

"Address Her Majesty when you're in her presence!" A hag hisses beside me. 

"So protective," the woman in white comments from the sheet of ice in front of me. "You must be Y/N." 

Her smile is deceiving. She must be the White Witch Peter and the others warned me about. Peter had so many nightmares about her I recall. I witnessed one once when we spent the afternoon in the park. He fell asleep and woke up shaking. 

"Jadis?" I mutter, frightened. 

"I've heard of you too," she smiles lightly. Sweet Edmund mentioned you. Peter did as well. You're his beloved." 

"Beloved?" I question. 

"Oh, so you're not the 'High King Peter's' dear Queen?" She smirks, narrowing her gaze at me knowingly. 

Caspian comes to with a groan as he shifts on the dirt. My sight changes between Jadis and Caspian. 

"What does it matter to you?" I sass the witch. 

"Don't you wonder what it would be like for it to be the two of you ruling all of Narnia? To have a life together..." She insinuates. 

This afternoon comes to mind. The idea of us that way forever, always at peace. There would be no world with Germany. London would be a distant memory. 

I shake my head slowly at the woman, "but the other Pevensies, they-" 

"They would want it to be you and Peter," she assures sweetly. "It only makes sense, doesn't it? For the two young people who love one another to be together as King and Queen." 

"Y/N, don't listen to her," Caspian struggles to speak. 

The hag jabs him in the chest with her staff and he lays back forcibly. Switching my gaze back to Jadis, I instantly start to imagine that life. I can see it in her eyes. Peter and I would wake up each more in a rebuilt Cair Paravel, just as Peter described it. Narnia would free as he envisions it. He could show all of the different lands he's visited. 

"I can make your future with Peter brighter than you could ever imagine," Jadis describes. "You will be his Queen and you two will live a full life in Narnia." 

"My family..." I try to remind myself.  

I find myself gazing into her crystal eyes and seeing the future she describes. Peter and I would happy. He would smile and all of his worries would be gone. 

"They will know you'll be safe and happy here. All I need to make it possible is a drop of your blood," Jadis reaches out her fingertips to me. 

I rise up from my knees, starring into her eyes. Nikabik grabs my hand and sliced my palm. I hiss, holding it close to my chest. 

"My blood?" I whisper. 

"Just to seal the agreement. Just a drop daughter of Eve," she instructs. "A small fee for a life with the boy you're destined to be with forever." 

Her term 'daughter of Eve' snaps me back to reality slightly. I start to question her intentions again. 

"What would be the entirety of the arrangement?" 

"A drop of your blood, I become alive again, and I make the world a safe and better place for you two," she sells the offer so well. "A life, a warm and loving life with Peter..." 

Chills course over my skin. A life, the perfect one. Peace by the river, harmony in Narnia, each day with the boy who's always been in my life. He knows me better than anyone. 

All I can do is stare at Jadis as I raise my palm to her. 

"Y/N!" Peter's voice echos through the tomb.

I'm knocked to the floor onto Caspian with a grunt. I lay on the floor beside him in a weak daze. He moves me so my headrests in his lap. 

"Are you okay?" Caspian checks on me. 

"Peter Dear," I hear the witch mutters to Peter standing just feet away. "I've missed you." 

Caspian's face is blurry. There's more chatter in the room as my mind starts to get sorted. Slowly but surely, I start to recall all that just occurred.

"Lucy!" He shouts needily. He glances back down at me. "You'll be okay Y/N! She was hypnotizing you." 

"I'm sorry," I apologize breathlessly to the prince as he tries to help me. 

Lucy kneels next to me, across from Caspian. As he brushes his hand over my hair gently, she pours some of her healing liquid into my mouth. 

"It'll help you," she promises. 

 I start to remind myself that Jadis is evil and all of the horrible things she's done. Everything around me is a blur and I feel almost out of touch with reality. What she described, felt so real. 

Then, there's a shatter. Soon, Peter is then at my side, brushing my hair from my face. He takes me away from Caspian, moving me to rest against his chest. His arms keep me close to him. Edmund appears too, standing behind his brother and younger sister.  

"What did she say to you?" He asks urgently. 

"Nothing," I struggle to form the words. "She-" 

"She was going to make Y/N Queen. She offered her Narnia," Caspian announces at Peter, but loud enough for the entire room to hear. He rises to his feet, gripping the handle of his sword. "She offered her a life with you." 

"This is all your fault!" Peter barks at Caspian. "If you weren't so naive, this wouldn't have happened to Y/N!" 

"Peter!" Susan calls his name sharply. "Fighting won't fix this." 

"She knew me," I whisper as I begin to process everything fully with Lucy's serum. "She knew everything." 

I shiver at the thought and Peter wraps his arms around me tighter. 

"You're okay now," Peter comforts in my ear. 

"She's wicked," Edmund states sternly. 

"This is all my fault," Caspian swallows hard. 

I stare off at the morale of Aslan on the wall in front of me. The fire beneath him makes his eyes glow. I can practically feel the disappointment raiding from the massive lion. I've never made his acquaintance, but in my heart I know he wouldn't approve of my weakness. I was willing to give my blood to an evil witch in exchange for a lifetime guaranteed with Peter. I almost sold my soul to the devil practically. 

"She should rest," Susan suggests. 

"I'll take her," Peter agrees. 

With some help from Edmund, he picks me up. Caspian moves to help, but Peter offered him a warning glare. While carrying out of the tomb to down the hall where we sleep, I can feel the quick rate of Peter's heart in his chest. The sound and Lucy's serum makes me sleepy, I wonder if it's supposed to do that. 

"It appeared so nice..." I mutter against his chest. 

"What was that?" Peter voices and I can feel the vibration from him. 

"Can't you see it? Simple days and hours of peace," I yawn. 

As I drift off to sleep, I think I hear Peter say something, but it slips away into my unconscious. 

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The sound of waves of the river is the first thing I hear when I ease back into consciousness. I press my palms down on either side of me and feel plush grass blades between my fingers. My eyes flicker open to reveal bright golden sunlight. I can feel the warmth of the sun's rays seeping into my skin. I turn my head to the side, expecting to see Peter. Instead, I'm met with the large eyes of a lion. I scream and scoot back as far as I can manage until I hit a tree with a thud just feet away. 

"It's okay, Y/N," the lion voices calmly. 

I bring my knees to my chest comfortably and rest against the tree. A sense of contentment rushes over me at the sound of the lion speaking. His smile and knowing eyes ease my mind.

Aslan. 

"We've met before haven't we?" I ask as soon as it pops into my mind. 

He nods, "on many occasions. You simply know me by another name." 

“I’m dreaming,” I conclude. 

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t real,” Aslan determines. 

"How come you've never shown yourself before?" 

The lion chuckles, "must I show myself for you to believe in me?" 

"No, I suppose not," I giggle. 

"Just because you don't see me, that doesn't mean I'm not with you, but you already knew that," he speaks wisely. 

It's strange, we've never met this way, but I swear I feel as though I'm speaking with an old friend. There's an immense calmness in his presence. 

"I'm sorry that I was tempted by Jadis," I apologize feeling terribly guilty. 

"You're human. There will always be temptations. The important part is that you didn't act on them," he assures. 

"Is it wrong that I considered it so I would have a life with Peter here in Narnia? I'm not even supposed to be here," I shrug. 

"Who told you that?" Aslan frowns. "Y/N, everything happens for a reason. You are meant to be here." 

"What possible purpose do I serve?" I snicker, mocking myself. 

"Only you can come to that conclusion," the lion instructs. 

My mind wonders to Caspian and Peter. Aslan would understand. He could give me real advice. He knows everything. Besides, I can talk to him. 

"Caspian and Peter, which-" 

"In all due time," he predicts what I'm going to ask. 

Then, his features shift as though he's heard something stirring in the woods around us. 

"You have something on your mind," I conclude. 

"You've always been perceptive," Aslan compliments with a light chuckle. "I've always liked that about you." 

"What is it?" I now act as a therapist to the lion. 

"There's something you'll have to do, but I believe you're ready," he announces as he shifts from his laid position to standing. 

"Well, aren't you going to tell me what it is?" 

"You'll see. For now, you're needed," he states steadily and starts to stroll away into the wood. 

"Needed? Where?" I frown as I watch Aslan walk away. 

What is happening? What do I have to do? He says that and then leaves? I have so many questions! 

"Y/N! Wake up!" A voice echoes around me. 

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Masterlist

Tags: @blackbirddaredevil23 @rangergranger11 @hyperactiveravenclaw

#narnia #edmund #prince caspian #narnia imagine #caspian x reader #peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie

[codythecheshirecat]

Is This The Start, Midpoint, or Finale? Chapter 2: (Breaking) Monotony

Codywan Merman/Modern AU

Story Summary: Cody has spent the last several months recovering from a car crash that completely upturned his life. When spending a day on the St. Lawrence River, he finds something that should be impossible-- a merman. An injured merman. And, well, there’s not much to do except bring him home and fix him up.

    Cody gets home without the merman waking. He carries him in, setting him on one part of the sectional. By now his leg is practically screaming at him, but he continues to ignore it. I should call Kix. He does, and as it rings, he thinks about what he should say. I found a merman. No, that’s a terrible idea. I found a naked man- no, even worse. Kix picks up before he’s made up his mind.

    “Cody?” Kix asks groggily. “Something wrong?”

    “Ifoundaninjuredmanonthebeach.” He says, all in a rush.

    A pause. “And you haven’t brought him to the hospital?”

    Fuck. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Could you come over? He has some sort of infected cut-”

    Kix sighs. “Yeah, sure. Do your best to clean it out before I get there. Lightly. If there’s dirt or sand in it. And set some water to boil.”

    With that, Kix hangs up. Cody tosses his phone onto the rocking chair. What have I gotten myself into? With a groan, Cody puts a pot of water on the stove and turns it on. Then he wets a washcloth with warm water. For the ten minutes it takes Kix to arrive, he meticulously, carefully, clears away as much sand and debris as he can. The merman moans, but doesn’t wake, and in the better lighting of his living room it doesn’t look good. The skin around the laceration is red and inflamed with spots of yellow-white, not to mention the pus that comes away with every swipe of the washcloth.

    He wonders, faintly, what caused the injury and how long the merman has had it. It doesn’t even look like he tried to treat it, but maybe merpeople medicine looks different? Do merpeople live in the St. Lawrence? There’s no way. People would know. So he must’ve come from the ocean. Why would he come all the way in from the ocean?

    Kix arrives, startling him from his thoughts.

Cody lets him in. “Sorry to wake you.”

Kix raises an eyebrow. “Let’s see the beach man.”

Cody grimaces and brings him to the living room.

“You didn’t say he was naked, Cody.”

“My bad.”

Kix sighs. He sets a medkit on the coffee table. “Tell you what. Make me some coffee and then get off your fucking feet. I’ll check him out.”

“Thanks, Kix.”

“You owe me.”

***

    Kix spends the night, and most of the next day, intermittently sleeping and checking up on the merman. The merman doesn’t wake once, but Kix isn’t that worried. When he finally leaves, it’s around two in the afternoon.

    “Call me when he wakes up, or if anything gets worse,” Kix says, “and have you told Rex yet?”

    “No,” Cody says. He rubs his eyes. “Forgot. He won’t be back for a month, anyway.”

    Once Kix leaves, Cody takes a shower. He spends ten minutes just standing under the warm water wondering if he should be keeping the merman in water despite the fact that he can apparently shapeshift into a normal person. He looks human, but can he be treated medically like humans? What if the medications Kix gave him for the merman just end up hurting him more? Does he still need to be in water even with the legs?

    What do mermen eat?

    When he finally finishes his shower, he makes his way to his bedroom. He takes the medications he’s supposed to be taking (he should’ve taken them this morning but he’d forgotten, and then gotten distracted) and does the stretches and exercises he’s supposed to for physical therapy that he’s been slacking on. He’d definitely overtaxed himself, which means he should be taking it easy for the next week.

    ...yeah, that probably won’t be happening. Fuck.

    After that, he heads to the kitchen and makes a bowl of cereal. Cody eats it slowly, robotically, not really tasting it; something he’s used to, lately. He washes the dishes after, does a load of laundry, spends ten minutes debating whether he should mow the lawn (he decides that no, that’s a terrible idea, if Kix finds out he’ll end up tied to his bed for a week).

    And like that, three days pass. Cody tries, intermittently, to get the merman to drink something in his sleep. He tries to make him wake up, too, just to be sure the merman is actually going to wake up. Kix visits for an hour, checking up on the both of them. He says the merman is ‘fine’ and then threatens to sit on Cody just to make sure he gets off his feet.

    Cody tells him that would probably injure his ribs more. Kix tells him to shut up and sit down for a bit.

***

    Thursday morning, Cody walks out of his bedroom, half-dressed and intent on taking a shower before he does anything else. As he walks through the living room, movement catches his eye. He stops. He looks at the couch. The merman is awake, staring curiously at him, unmoved from the position he’s been laying in for days.

     Cody smiles at him. “Morning.”

     The merman’s brows furrow.

     Cody doesn’t move. “My name’s Cody. I don’t know if you can understand me, but-”

     “I can understand you.” The merman says, voice raspy. He has a British accent; or, at least, an accent that resembles one.

     Huh. “I wasn’t sure. The other night at the beach you were pretty aggressive.”

     “Apologies.”

     Uh, apology accepted? “It’s not a problem. You’re in my house, anyway. I had my brother Kix patch you up.”

     “Why?”

     Cody shrugs, uncomfortable. “Why not? You looked like you could use the help.”

     The merman blinks. He shuffles, propping himself up with his arms, and looks down at the blanket covering him. He frowns at it. “Do you have… water?” He asks finally.

    “Water to drink or water to swim in?”

    The merman turns his frown to Cody. Cody watches his feet wiggle around under the blanket. In one swift movement, the merman pulls the blanket off of him and lets it fall to the floor. Seeing as Cody wasn’t going to try and find clothes that fit the merman, nor was he going to try to dress him, he’s still naked. The merman swings his legs over the edge of the couch, grimacing.

    Cody frowns. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea-”

    The merman doesn’t listen. He pushes himself up, standing, grimacing at the pain that must be coming from his side. Then the merman pitches forward, losing his balance, and Cody rushes forward to keep him from slamming into the floor or bashing his head on the coffee table.

    Once again, Cody has a naked man in his arms. His face heats. His leg throbs. He ignores both in favor of guiding the merman back onto the couch. “You don’t know how to walk, do you?” He grunts.

    The merman wheezes. He at least looks embarrassed. “Ah, no. I didn’t realize it would be so difficult.”

    “Have you ever even been out of the water before?”

    The merman flushes even more. “No. I’ve heard things about it, of course, that’s how I know your language. But I’ve never… actually…” the merman looks at him. “My name is Obi-Wan.”

    That’s an odd feeling in his chest, Cody thinks distantly. “Nice to meet you, Obi-Wan. Did you open your stitches?”

    Obi-Wan runs his hand softly over the bandages wrapped around his abdomen. “No, I don’t believe so.”

    “Good.” Cody says. “I’m going to get you a cup of water. Stay here.”

    “Yes, sir.” Obi-Wan mumbles as Cody straightens.

    His face heats more. Cody makes a very conscious decision not to think about that too deeply. He gets a cup of water, filled halfway, and returns to Obi-Wan. Who hasn’t covered himself with the blanket again. Cody makes a very conscious decision about that, too, namely, to only look at Obi-Wan’s face from now on.

    He gives Obi-Wan the cup. Do merpeople use cups? Probably not. But Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to have any trouble drinking from it, so he stops thinking about that. When he’s done, Obi-Wan hands him the cup back.

    “Are you hungry? It’s been a few days.” Cody asks.

    Obi-Wan shrugs. “Not particularly.”

    Cody frowns. “I’m going to give Kix a call. He wanted to know when you woke up. Before that, though, I’m going to take a shower, like I originally planned. Is there anything else you need before I go do that?”

    Obi-Wan shrugs again. “I’m alright, Cody, thank you.”

    Cody gives him a searching look. He says that all the time, and he’s usually lying. That doesn’t mean Obi-Wan is lying, though… He sighs. “Alright, I’ll be done in ten minutes.”

    He’s almost to the bathroom when he hears Obi-Wan mutter “What’s minutes?” to himself.

#Star Wars #The Clone Wars #Commander Cody #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Clone Trooper Kix #Codywan #Merman AU #Modern AU #Magic

[oh-dylan]

hi! how are you? i hope you’re okay! will you write a blurb about the dinner y/n organised with harry & dylan? i need an interaction moment between them :)

Absolutely, babe! And I'm doing okay; I hope you're well!

This turned out a lot longer than I planned, and it's the first time I have written in so long, so I'm a little rusty. I didn't want to add a lot of angst, because I wanted them to have a drama free dinner, but with some awkward moments, of course. x

This interaction would have happened on Sunday, August 1st.

Harry had River over the weekend, and was scheduled to drop her back off with famous y/n at 5 that evening, and of course famous y/n was cooking her favorite rendition of Tour of Italy, and maybe she was feeling in a particularly good mood – probably had something to do with the two glasses of red wine she had – and I can imagine her staring down at her phone as she watches over the boiling water.

4:10 PM.

She picks up her phone, scans through her recent calls, and taps his number.

“Hey, what’s going on? It’s not five yet.”

“No—no, that’s okay, you’re fine. Um, I was thinking…just thinking it might be nice if you had dinner with us tonight? I’m making my Tour of Italy—spaghetti, fettucine, ravioli…not the best Italian you’ve ever had, but we like it.” She pauses a beat, listening to River through the line babbling. “Maybe you can take this time to talk more than three words to Dylan.”

“Not sure what to even say to him.”

“That’s fair, but I’m just tired of feeling like I’m stuck between a war with you two. If you could at least try—”

“Does he want me there?”

“He can deal even if he doesn’t. You are my daughters’ father, and I want you to have dinner with us tonight. Maybe you can run River her bath and get her ready for bed?”

After the missed time, Harry doesn’t skip an opportunity to be with his girl.

“I bought zeppole’s and cannoli’s at Eagle Rock this afternoon.”

“I’ll be there at five.” There’s a hint of agitation, but she waves it off.

“Okay. Five.”

She sets her phone back down, and slowly stirs the pot of spaghetti noodles. Out of the corner of her eye, she senses Dylan hovering in the doorway, their puppy asleep in his arms.

“I invited Harry to have dinner with us tonight.” She gently sets the lid on the pot and turns around. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as he doesn’t eat my cannoli’s, then we’re fine.” He smiles, walking into the room and sitting down at the island. “Did you tell him to be nice?”

“It’s you I want to be nice. I know about that phone call.” She cocks her head at him, walking over to the refrigerator. “Not saying he didn’t deserve it, but I don’t want any cat fights tonight… We just got the carpet deep cleaned.”

“What about cat fights outside in the grass?”

“I’ll turn the sprinklers on.”

It wasn’t soon after five when the doorbell rang, and Roro came running to the door along with her new friend. River came bouncing in, followed by her dad, dropping down to give her puppies a kiss on the head.

“Wowo—hello, Wowo. I missed you!” She’s dressed in her favorite pineapple dress, with a pink bow pinned in her hair. Famous y/n is first to spot her freshly skinned knee.

“Took a tumble on the way to the car.” Harry begins, River’s bag in his hand. “Handled it like a champ… Promised her a cannoli if she stopped crying.”

Dylan audibly sighs from the other room.

Before dinner started, Harry dressed River in her “pasta clothes” because famous y/n wanted nothing more than her daughter staining her best clothes because she doesn’t know how to properly contain her spaghetti passion. (River also doesn’t eat the ravioli because she’s scared of the ricotta in the middle.)

“Babe, cannoli’s and ravioli have the same middle bits. It’s the same thing—you love cannoli’s.”

She still wants nothing to do with it.

Harry and River sat on one side of the table, while famous y/n and Dylan were on the other. River spent most of the dinner in Harry’s lap eating off his plate.

Harry and Dylan didn’t talk much through the dinner; both trying to regularly keep food in their mouths as a reason to stay silent. Famous y/n knew their ruse, and wasn’t about to let them slip passed this moment to connect.

“So, Harry,” famous y/n chimed, “Any news on a trailer for Don’t Worry Darling?”

“Uh…this fall, maybe? Hopefully? Not too sure honestly.”

“I don’t know if you know this,” she turns to Dylan, “I originally had the role for Alice, before Harry even was thought of, but once Shia left and Harry stepped in, I left because I didn’t want to work with him.”

Dylan choked on his pasta, peering up to look at Harry across the table whose face was at a flatline.

“But Florence was perfect for the role, so I guess it worked out.”

“I didn’t know that, no.” Dylan looks back at famous y/n, clenching his jaw to suppress a smile.

“The media said it was because of scheduling issues, but…they’ll say whatever you pay them to!”

“I want a cannooli now!” River lifted herself up in Harry’s lap, a piece of spaghetti entangled in her hair.

Without missing a beat, Dylan glanced up, almost as if it was a force of habit. “You need to eat more of your dinner, babe. A couple more big girl bites.”

Famous y/n saw the look in Harry’s eyes; the look that said, “That’s my child. Why are you acting like her parent?” He isn’t one for confrontation by any means, but she knew when it came to his daughter, things fell a little differently.

The conversation Dylan had with Harry just some weeks ago was quick to come to a halt in her head.

“She called me ‘daddy’ last night.” There was a long pause, and a deep sigh heard on the other end. “I get that you found someone and you’re happy—I seriously get it—but you have obligations in other parts of the world too, and I really hate seeing my girlfriend feeling like she’s failing as a parent because her daughter called me ‘daddy’. But if I’m the one that’s around, and the one that’s providing, then what does that make me?”

River did as she was told, reaching over to the abandoned fork on her plate and scooping up some pasta.

“Thank you, sweets.” Famous y/n smiled, gently kicking Harry under the table. He blinked, finally looking back up at her. Very subtly she shook her head, and reached for her wine glass.

Maybe dinner wasn’t the place to have this conversation. Not in front of River, anyway.

Once the table was cleared, and dessert was had, Harry scurried upstairs to get River ready for bed, while Dylan and famous y/n hung out in the living room.

“He knows he’s not been the best dad, and it makes him guilty, so it pisses him off when he sees you taking over his spot.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have left that spot open! Like…what does he think? You’ll never date or marry someone so River will never have a step-dad?”

“I think that he thinks his actions had no repercussions, but now he sees how easily River is swayed.”

But she’s three-years-old and all she does is sway.

Once River was in bed, Harry came back downstairs to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks for having me,” he smiled at famous y/n. “Dinner was great. It was good to see you guys.”

“Let me walk you out, man.” Dylan stood up, stepping forward towards the front door. Famous y/n laid farther down on the sofa, stretching her legs out and watching as the two walked outside.

“I didn’t mean to offend by what I said at dinner…” Dylan began as they reached Harry’s car. “I know she is your daughter, and I shouldn’t overstep—I don’t mean to overstep—”

“Remember what you said on the phone? How she called you ‘daddy’ and it’s because I’m not around? I know I’ve not been great, and I kind of deserved that slap in the face. Made me realize I need to get my shit together because…I could lose her, you know? I don’t come around often and all of a sudden I’m just some guy who comes around occasionally.”

“She knows you’re her dad.”

“But it pisses me off knowing she thinks you’re her dad too.”

“You know…I don’t know what the future holds, but…if she and I get married one day, I would be legally her step-dad. I love her, and I care about her, whether or not I am right now. I just want you to know that. And at the end of the day, I know my place, and I don’t want to overstep it.”

Harry nods, reaching for the door.

“But if you aren’t around, I have no choice but to. Remember that.”

#dylan talk #harry talk #river talk #famous series split

[ambiguoslyambitious]

Chapter Three: (Overdue) Introductions PT. I

Author: ambiguoslyambitious (me!)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,839

Summary: Today's the day that Bela will finally make her debut in Pelican Town and meet some of the townspeople. Will she be able to salvage her reputation or has her fresh start already began to expire?

“Wait, so you’re telling me that the townspeople have been trying to welcome me all week?” Bela lowered her eyes in shame, her face reddening once again. Yoba, they must think I’m some stuck up city bitch.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Victor answered reassuringly. “However, none of us knew that you were...hearing impaired.” Victor rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look sweeping across his face. Something Mayor Lewis failed to mention. Thanks a lot.

“Oh, Yoba,” Bela shook her head. “The whole town must think that I’m so rude.” So much for a fresh start. Maybe I should just become a hermit. No socialization. Just me and Mother Nature.

“Don’t worry! I’m sure we can clear this all up.” Suddenly, Victor’s dark eyes brightened. “Would you like to accompany me into town? I know that my mother wanted to invite you over to our residence for dinner. I-if you aren’t too busy, that is.” He quickly looked away, cheeks flooded with pink.

“Oh, uh,” Bela also averted her gaze briefly. “T-that would be lovely.” Shit, meeting the mom already.

Victor shot her a sheepish grin. “Splendid! Hopefully, we’ll be able to run into a few of the townspeople and try to salvage your reputation.”

The pair proceeded to exit the farmhouse.

“I must say, Bela,” Victor said, sweeping his gaze across the farm. “You’ve done a magnificent job so far.”

“Thank you,” Bela responded shyly. "I admit, I hadn't realized how much this old farm had gone into ruin." She stared out sadly out towards the other islands she hadn't reached yet, remembering when the farm was bustling with activity. And I still have so much work left to do.

Sensing her sadness, Victor tried to lighten the mood. "You used to visit this farm, right?"

"Yeah," Bela gave a sad smile. "When I was a kid, I used to spend the entire summer here, helping Grandfather tend to the chickens and cows, and watering the crops each morning."

"Sounds like you two were close."

"Not really," Bela admitted. "Summertime was the only time I got to see Grandfather. He and my father weren't very close. The last summer I spent here was ten years ago. Before he got sick and..." Her eyes welled up with tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Victor apologized, looking over at her worried. "I don't mean to remind you of such sorrowful things."

"It's fine," Bela offered a half-smile. She brought her gaze up to the bright afternoon sky, taking in the sweet scent of grass and the warm spring breeze. "Not all of my memories of him are sad. I know that there were really great times that are just easy to forget now that he's gone."

This time, Victor was the one to offer a half-smile. "I suppose it is easier to remember the bad times. Remembering the good times forces you to remember how much you miss the ones you've lost."

“HELLO, VICTOR!” called out a frantic, yet cheerful voice. “OH MY YOBA, IS THAT THE NEW FARMER? HI!” A bubbly young woman, adorn in bubblegum pink rushed over to meet them on the dirt path across from the defunct bus stop heading towards town.

“Tabitha, this is Bela.” Victor smiled, knowing that Tabitha was one of the friendliest people in town to meet. She had a habit of making even the grumpiest people smile. Thank Yoba, we've run into Tabitha. She can quickly turn around this somber conversation.

“Hi, Bela! It’s so nice to meet you!” Tabitha giggled, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “My twin brother Theo and I moved here a year ago and run The Stray Café across from the bus stop. Hopefully, you’ll be able to meet him soon, though he isn’t much of a socializer.”

“Hi, Tabitha.” Bela smiled unconsciously, the young woman’s happy energy was infectious.

“Those are cool headphones!” Tabitha said, taking notice of the devices in Bela’s ears. “Listening to any good music?”

Victor quickly glanced over at Bela before responding. “Um, Tabitha. Those aren’t headph-”

“These are actually hearing aids.” Bela interrupted.

Suddenly, Tabitha’s face fell. “I’m so sorry! I hope that I didn’t offend you!” The poor woman looked close to tears. Yoba, how can I be so stupid and insensitive?! Theo always tells me to never assume. I'm sure she hates me now.

“It’s ok!” Bela quickly reassured the young lady. “It’s an honest mistake.”

Tabitha visibly relaxed at Bela's words, letting out a sigh of relief. "Good, I'm glad that I didn't ruin our chances of becoming best friends."

"Hold on," Victor laughed. "Who says that I'm not already Bela's best friend?"

Tabitha rolled her eyes playfully. "I guess then we will all just have to be besties."

Bela let out a laugh, with the pair soon joining in. Maybe meeting the townspeople will go more smoothly than I thought. At least I 've managed to make friends with these two.

"So, besties," Tabitha glanced between Victor and Bela. "Where are you guys headed?"

"I was just bringing Bela into town to meet everyone." Victor responded. "My mother invited her over for dinner and I figured that I would take her to the saloon afterwards."

"That's a good idea. Why don't you guys come with me to Pierre's first?"

"Sure," Victor nodded. Then he looked over at Bela sheepishly. "That is, if it's ok with you."

Bela smiled at them. "Yeah, that's fine. You guys know the town better than me."

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The trio continued their way into town, heading east towards Pierre’s General Store. As they entered the store, Pierre looked up from the catalogue he was reading at the register.

“It’s farmer Bela!” Pierre greets excitedly. “Welcome to Pierre’s! If you’re looking to buy seeds, my shop is the place to go.” Finally, a new customer.

Bela offered a small smile. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” Bela’s eyes swung around the small shop, taking note of the tall shelves filled with different kinds of seeds. Small containers held fresh produce with labels containing the names of all the local farms.

“I’ll also purchase whatever produce you make on your farm for a good price.” Pierre’s grin became slightly more forced as he continued making his sales pitch. Hopefully, this city kid will be able to produce crops worth selling. Can't be any worse than anything Andy brings.

“Hopefully, I’ll have something worthy to sell soon.” Bela awkwardly joked. “ Yoba, this guy is intense.

To the right of the counter, a door suddenly slammed open. Pierre rolled his eyes as a purple-headed figure stepped out looking annoyed.

“Really, Abigail?” Pierre glared at her.

Abigail shot back a similarly annoyed look. “What? You know the door gets stuck. It’s not a big deal.”

She dramatically rolled her eyes, walking towards the exit. She shot a quick glance at Victor and nodded, coming to a stop once she laid eyes on the new farmer, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Who are you?”

Victor smiled, seemingly unperturbed by the young woman’s rudeness. “Abigail, this is Bela, the new farmer.”

“Hi,” Bela waved awkwardly. Well, she definitely doesn’t like me.

“Oh, I heard someone was moving into that old farm,” Abigail said, looking Bela up and down without meeting her eyes. “A shame, I liked exploring around there.” Without another word, Abigail walked out of the store.

“Ms. Rivers?” called out a small, quiet voice from the right. Bela could barely hear the man even with her hearing aids turned on. She turned to look over and was surprised to see a tall man, with thick glasses and an even thicker moustache. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Harvey Hickey, the local doctor.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Hickey.”

“Please, call me Dr. Harvey.” He offered an awkward smile. “I work, well and live, in the clinic next door with Paul, the town’s optometrist.” Suddenly his ears burned red. “A-as roommates of course!”

Bela just smiled politely. And they were roommates.

“Uh,” Harvey rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Well, um, please, uh, make sure to, uh, schedule your annual check up at, uh, some point. It was, uh, nice to meet you.” He awkwardly made his way up the register, a simple protein bar in hand.

"Well, I've got to pick up some things for the café," Tabitha said with a smile. "I'll see you guys around!"

"You're not coming to the saloon?" Bela furrowed her eyebrows.

"Oh, uh," Tabitha started stammering nervously. "T-that's not, uh, really my scene." I hope Bela doesn't think I'm lame.

"That's fine," Bela replied reassuringly. "Since we're neighbors, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other often. I'll try and visit the café soon."

"Oh, you should! I can't wait to introduce you to my brother!" Tabitha's eyes lit up once again. “Bye. Bela! Bye, Victor!” Tabitha waved goodbye, as she proceeded to gather supplies for the café.

"Well," Victor said, a hint of nervousness creeping into his usually calm voice. "Now it's time to meet my mother."

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Bela and Victor exited the store, making their way east to the Jenkins’ Residence, which happened to be located directly next to Pierre's General Store.

“I told you this would be a short walk.” Victor smiled as they approached the giant, two-story manor which was painted a beautiful shade of robin’s egg blue. Bela’s eyes widened at the vastness of the manor, whose front entrance was guarded by a set of beautiful bronze gates.

Victor pushed the gate open and gestured for Bela to head inside. She followed the ornate crystal path until she reached a set of giant oak doors.

“Allow me.” Victor again held open the door for Bela, who stood in the entryway desperately trying to take in all the grandeur. Directly across from her was a beautiful wooden staircase, hinting that more beauty was yet to be seen. To her left was the living room, adorned in rich red and gold curtains and rugs. To her right, a kitchen with a large mahogany table sat with matching chairs.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful in here.” Bela’s eyes glowed with wonder.

“Why, thank you.” called out a sultry, yet sophisticated voice. An elegantly dressed woman appeared to cascade down the stairs effortlessly. “You must be Ms. Bela Rivers.” The woman extended a hand in greeting, which Bela immediately took.

“Yes, it is nice to meet you, Mrs. Jenkins.” Bela smiled nervously. I can’t believe this is Victor’s mother.

“Please, call me Olivia.” She gave a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Is this really the same girl who ignored Caroline and Jodi? She seems polite enough.

“Well, Olivia,” Bela said awkwardly. “Thank you for inviting me over. I appreciate your hospitality.”

“Don’t worry, Bela.” Victor chimed in. “My mother loves any opportunity to entertain guests.”

”Well, I wouldn’t want this manor to go to waste!” Olivia gives a dry laugh. “Let’s head over to the kitchen.” She quickly turned on her heels and elegantly strutted away. Victor offered a small smile to Bela before following his mother.

As the pair took their seats, Olivia brought a large platter with a covering on top of it.

“What fine dish have you prepared this time, Mother?”

“Well, since, I heard that our guest used to live in Zuzu City,” Olivia smiled coyly as she lifted the top. “ I decided to prepare pan-seared butterfish over a plate of assorted vegetables from the garden.”

Both Bela and Victor stared at the platter in absolute wonder. The butterfish was a brilliant shade of gold, contrasting the rich greens of the cabbage and lettuce underneath.

“This looks amazing!” Bela exclaimed, remembering the holidays when her mother would prepare this. Her heart tinged with sadness, as her eyes began burning with unshed tears. I need to think about something else.

“Is something troubling you dear?” Olivia asked inquisitively, eyes narrowing as she glanced over the newcomer. She noticed a faint glint emitting from Bela’s ear, eyes widening in realization. She's deaf! That's why no one's been able to get in contact with her. Can't wait to clear that up with the ladies.

“Oh, i-it’s nothing.” Bela offered a flicker of a smile before lowering her gaze.

Olivia shot her son a look, to which Victor responded by shrugging.

“Perhaps,” Victor looked between his mother and Bela. “I should pour us each a glass of wine.”

Olivia nodded, stealing another glance at Bela. “Why don’t you grab some pomegranate wine from the cellar? I’m sure the tartness will compliment the sweetness of the butterfish wonderfully.” The young woman also nodded in agreement. Oh, Victor, please don't leave me alone with your mom. There's just something scary about her.

Victor glanced over at Bela once more. “Of course. I’ll be just a moment.” He gracefully walked away from the table, disappearing down the stairs of the cellar.

“So, Bela,” Olivia clasped her hands together. “What brings you to Pelican Town?”

“Well,” Bela nervously met the older woman’s gaze. “I decided that I wanted a fresh start.” Bela purposely kept her answer vague. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk about her parents just yet.

“A fresh start?” Olivia’s gaze hardened. There must be something this girl is running from. Why else would she need a fresh start so young?

“Yes,” Bela responded, meeting her gaze. “I found that life in Zuzu City just wasn’t for me anymore.”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “But, what about your career? If I’m not mistaken, I heard that you had a very promising job at Joja in their corporate office.”

“I did.” Bela responded. “However, I’ve found the work to be...unfulfilling.”

Olivia’s eyes widened and she leaned back in surprise, a hand raised up against her chest. “Unfulfilling? By Yoba, I spent thirty years working my way to become an accounting manager and accumulating all of this.” She gestured with her hand carelessly.

“Mother,” Victor chided, walking up the stairs from the cellar with a dark red bottle. “Not everyone wants to be a corporate monkey.”

“Didn’t this corporate monkey earn enough to give you a full-ride to one of the finest universities in the entirety of the Ferngill Republic?” Olivia shot back, her tone icy.

“Yes, Mother,” Victor’s tone softened considerably, as he began pouring the wine, “But, money shouldn’t be the only thing you work for.” Why can't she understand that money isn't everything?

“Oh, really?” Olivia retorted, condescendingly taking a sip. “But was it not money that afforded you this life of privilege?”

The room suddenly went silent. Well, this has gotten awkward, Bela thought to herself, her fork lazily moving some of the greens in front of her.

Victor's jaw clenched, struggling to maintain his composure. Why can't my mother just realize that I'm not trying to be ungrateful. I just want to be happy.

"I recently lost my parents," Bela said quietly, interrupting the momentary silence. "A-and I didn't know what to do with myself. One day, I just found this envelope from my grandfather that said that one day I'd be in need of change and that I had this farm for when I needed it."

Victor gently placed a hand on her shoulder, as she fought to keep tears from streaming down her face. "I'm sorry for your loss, Bela."

"I'm sorry." Olivia said, glassy-eyed as well. She quickly grabbed a napkin, dabbing her eyes delicately. "Part of the reason why Victor and I moved to Pelican Town was due to my husband's...passing." Yoba, I should've been more sympathetic instead of interrogating this poor girl. I should've recognized that she was also going through loss.

Victor exchanged a somber look with his mother before looking back over at Bela. He reached over and grabbed his glass, raising it up in a toast. "To new beginnings."

Bela and Olivia followed in suit, each taking a long gulp of wine to help assuage some of the emotional pain caused by their respective grief.

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"Well, that could have gone more smoothly," Victor shook his head as he and Bela left the manor for the saloon.

"It certainly was an interesting dinner," Bela responded gently. The rest of the dinner had been eaten in an awkward silence. "Your mom is a really good cook." And an even better interrogator. Maybe she volunteered part-time at the Zuzu City PD?

"Yeah, well she's usually an even better host." His eyes looked apologetic as they met Bela's. "I'm really sorry for the way dinner turned out. My mother can be...a lot."

Bela gave him a smile, playfully pushing his arm, "Don't even worry about it. I'm already making memories in this town."

Victor pushed open the thick oak door of The Stardrop Saloon, a barrage of sounds and smells overwhelming the new farmer. Bela was hit with the warm, bitter scent of beer as a jaunty folk tune played in the background, accompanied by the sounds of glasses clinking and laughter.

“Why if it isn’t the new farmer, Ms. Bela Rivers,” a kind voice greeted. “Welcome to The Stardrop Saloon! What can I get for ya?”

“Hello, Gus,” Victor smiled, taking a seat at the bar and gesturing for Bela to join him. “Why don’t we just take two glasses of wine to start?” The mustached man glanced over at Bela.

“Uh, yes,” Bela smiled. “Thank you.”

Victor leaned closer and whispered in her ear, his breath warm and gentle, “I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you. I figured you’d want to still be coherent while meeting some more of the townspeople.” He let out a small chuckle as he pulled away.

“What,” Bela teased, as her cheeks turned pink. “You think I can’t handle more than a couple glasses of wine?”

Before he could respond, a perky blue-haired woman arrived back with the two glasses of wine in hand. “Here you go!” She gently placed them before the pair. As Victor reached for his wallet, Emily gently shook her head, “This one’s on the house.”

She turned to face Bela, her blue eyes glowing with kindness. “Hello, Bela, I’m Emily!” Ooh, she has a nice aura. I'm sure we'll be good friends.

Bela smiled. “Nice to meet you.”

“Well, if it isn’t the new farmer,” came a sultry voice from the right of the bar. A beautiful woman slid onto the barstool next to Bela, while Emily placed a glass of wine in front of her.

“Yeah, I’m Bela,” Bela responded, still taking in the woman’s striking appearance. Her face was like a porcelain doll’s, smooth and pale with only a single mole marking her otherwise unblemished skin. Something about her seems familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.

The woman extended her hand, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Shiko.”

Bela’s eyes widened in partial recognition. “Shiko? Shiko Takahashi?”

Shiko smiled back dryly. “Ah, so you have heard of me. Makes sense since I heard you’re from the city.”

“What's a model doing here?” Bela’s jaw dropped.

“ Former model,” Shiko flipped her dark locks over her shoulder carelessly. “I decided to retire and live the simple life.” She smiled at Bela, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Kind of like you, huh?”

Bela returned the smile. “Something like that.”

Victor raised his glass, taking a careful sip before looking over at Bela. “Well, it’s always a pleasure seeing you, Shiko. If you don’t mind, I’d like to introduce Bela to some of my friends.”

The pair got up from their stools, heading over to what appeared to be a game room. Two old school arcade games greeted them at the entrance, where the angsty, purple haired teen was violently shaking the joysticks and shooting out creative combos of curse words.

“Obviously, you’ve already met Abigail.”

The girl shot a dirty look at Bela. “Victor, you done showing the new girl around? I need your help. I can’t get past this damn level.”

Victor rolled his eyes. “I was just bringing BELA over to meet everyone.” Why does Abigail ALWAYS have to be so fucking rude?

Bela gave an awkward smile as Abigail turned her attention back to the game in front of her. What is this girl’s problem with me?

“Bela?” Suddenly, a messy-haired blonde was standing right in front of her, his eyes gleaming with recognition. “Yo, Sebby, it's really her!” His arms quickly enveloped Bela into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground. It took everything in her to not spill any wine as the young man gently rocked her.

When he finally put her down, Bela was overcome with memories of her young self playing at the beach with a pair of blonde and black-haired boys. “Sam?”

His green eyes glowed with happiness. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s been, what, like ten years?” He looked over to the pool table where the raven-haired fellow was still poised with a billiards stick. “Fuck the game, Seb, come over here, it’s our Bela!”

Sebastian flinched when Sam said “our Bela”. Abigail’s head whipped over, shooting a venomous glare at Bela. “What do you mean, ‘our Bela’? I thought she just got here.”

Sam shook his head. “Don’t you remember? Bela used to visit every summer when we were kids.” Suddenly, Sam burst out into laughter.

Abigail’s eyes narrowed defensively, “What’s so funny?”

“Of course you don’t remember,” Sam managed to choke out. “You were too busy being besties with Haley.”

Even Sebastian let out a small laugh as Abigail’s pale face turned beet red. “Whatever, that was a long time ago.”

“Well,” Victor smiled, breaking the awkward tension that was beginning to form. “I hadn’t realized that you already knew each other.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam smirked mischievously. “Bela and Seb knew each other REALLY well.”

Both Bela and Sebastian flushed red, ears burning hot. Abigail looked over in curiosity, annoyance written all over her face. What the fuck does that mean?

Victor raised an eyebrow quizzically, glancing between the two. “Really?”

“Sam,” Sebastian rolled his eyes, the red refusing to leave his face. “Why do you have to be such an ass?” I bet she doesn't even remember.

Bela looked over at Victor sheepishly. “It was just a middle school fling. We were kids.” I doubt Seb even remembers.

Victor burst out into laughter, while Bela and Sebastian bore similar mortified expressions. Sam joined Victor in laughter, with Abigail continuing to shoot death glares at Bela.

"So," Bela said in an attempt to break the awkwardness. "How've you been, Seb?" Yoba, I don't know what to say to him.

Sebastian avoided Bela's gaze, preferring to maintain eye contact with the wooden floors. "Oh, you know, nothing's new." Dammit Sam! Why'd you have to bring THAT up?

"Seems like there's been quite a few changes since I've been here."

"Yeah," Sebastian nodded, stealing a glance at her. "But, most things are still the same." Like how much I've missed you.

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[dirtydobrik]

your place or mine? - d.d.

plot: david buys an apartment in chicago and you happen to live next door

word count: 1700

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The music coming from next door blared through the paper thin walls of your apartment and you covered your ears with a pillow in an attempt to drown it out. For hours, your misery continued. You tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep to the sounds of loud music and screams. You contemplated knocking on the door and telling them to be quiet or calling security to have the party shut down, but you didn’t want to be known as the bitchy neighbor, especially since they had just moved in a few days ago. You were hoping that this was just a one time housewarming party and not going to become a regular occurrence.

When the music died down and the voices in the apartment next to you fell silent, you still couldn’t fall asleep. By now, the sun was coming up and you still tossed and turned, hopeful for at least a few hours of sleep.

It seemed like you had just drifted off to sleep when you were woken up to the same loud voices. You didn’t care to listen to their conversation and you decided to get out to avoid hearing them. You quickly changed into shorts and a t-shirt and laced up your sneakers to go for a run by the river. As your feet hit the pavement, you had a chance to clear your mind. The run and your lack of sleep quickly tired you out and you couldn't wait to go back to back to your apartment and sleep.

You stepped off of the elevator and on to your floor, only to be greeted by a crowd of people. You avoided making eye contact with them and pushed through them. You didn't recognize any of them, so you assumed one of them moved into the apartment next to you.

You noticed your neighbor's door propped open and moving boxes lining the hallway. Without really thinking, you knocked on the open door.

A girl wearing leggings and a sports bra came up, knitting her eyebrows together and giving you a look of confusion. Her dark hair was tied back in a low bun and she had sunglasses resting on top of her head.

"Hi!" You smiled. "I live next door and couldn't help but notice all of the boxes. I was wondering if you needed any help moving in."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," she said with a small smile.

"Who's at the door, Nat?" another voice asked from inside the apartment.

"Your neighbor. She wants to know if you need help unpacking."

You heard footsteps echo across the empty apartment and a guy approached you, looking down at you.

"Are you really my neighbor?" he asked, giving you a suspicious look.

"Why would I lie about that?" You stared at him blankly. You saw him eyeing the girl and didn’t understand what was going on at all. "Okay, I'm not really sure what's going on, but here," you said, holding up the key to your place to give them proof that you lived in the building.

"Sorry, it's just, well I just moved in and I don’t want people finding out where I live," the guy told you, but you continued you stared at him, confusion plastered across your face. You had no clue who this guy was or why people would want to know where he lived.

"Alright," you said slowly, before holding your hand out and introducing yourself.

"I'm David," he smiled, shaking your hand. "And this is Natalie, my assistant."

"And best friend," she scolded him, before turning to you and shaking your hand. "Are you sure you want to help us move in?"

"Yeah, why not? I don't have any other plans today," you shrugged.

Natalie wasted no time putting you work. She had you carrying boxes labeled for the living room and kitchen. You spent the afternoon unpacking the boxes and getting to know the two, and you were surprised to learn that David was a famous YouTuber since he seemed so down to earth. He told you that he was working with a company that was filming a mini documentary on his where he grew up. It was going to be a tedious project that required numerous trips to Chicago, since that's where the company was based. Financially, it made more sense to rent an apartment than it did to get hotel rooms for each trip, especially if he had to visit more than twice a month, and the company he was working with said might happen. This also allowed his trips to be business only and less than 24 hours if needed.

The sun was starting to set as you put the finishing touches on the living room. The three of you spent hours outside on the balcony, eating take out and talking. Even though you had just met David and Natalie, it felt like you had known them forever.

Over the next few months, you, David, and Natalie kept in touch. Anytime they would fly out for work, you would meet up with them for dinner or drinks. You quickly became good friends with them, and naturally that meant hanging out with them more often. You and Natalie would take day trips to explore the city while David sat in on meetings. A couple times, their hometown friends came down to visit and they didn't hesitate to include you in their plans.

Speculation on the internet grew as his fans would post pictures of the two of you out in Chicago, but you continued to brush it off. Even when David would fly out without Natalie, when he would extend his trips, and when he would come up with an excuse to visit when he wasn't working, you didn’t think much of it.

One weekend, David had flown out alone. He had a long meeting with the company he was working with and asked you to meet him at a restaurant downtown for dinner at 7. You were unfamiliar with the place so you did a quick Google search and found it to be far fancier than any place you had ever gone to with him. You quickly called one of your friends to ask what they thought it meant. After a short conversation, the two of you determined that it was a date, unless he didn’t do research ahead of time and didn't realize how fancy the restaurant was.

You took a quick shower and put on a short black dress with some heels before calling an Uber to the restaurant. You were running late but you were relieved to see David was waiting outside, wearing black jeans and a button up. He was pacing back and forth, obviously anxious, but his eyes lit up when he caught you walking over to him. A wave of calm came over him and you smiled as you approached him.

"You look nice," David grinned as you gave him a tight hug.

"You look amazing," he whispered and your heart skipped a beat.

The hostess led you to an empty corner booth and offered you both a glass of wine. She placed menus on the table and your eyes widened at the prices of everything.

"Dinner's on me," David said, giving you a reassuring smile after seeing your grimace. You knew he was rich and your friend had insisted that this was a date, but you still didn't feel comfortable having him pay. The two of you chatted throughout the meal and when the check came, David slid his card in and handed it back to the waitress before you could argue with him.

You followed him out of the restaurant, and decided to take a walk around the city. As you walked, David instinctively reached for your hand and your fingers wrapped around his, your heart racing as you did so. Although neither of you had said anything, you were now confident that this was a date. You stopped at a small pastry shop and ordered desserts. You walked hand in hand through the streets, the conversation flowing. Neither of you wanted the conversation to end.

“Your place or mine?” he asked with a small chuckle, as you headed back for your apartment building.

"We live next to each other," you said, rolling your eyes, "but your place." David looked at you for a moment, but you just nodded, letting him know you meant it.

You had made the mistake of wearing brand new heels and now your feet were killing. David noticed your discomfort and told you to get on his back. You were hesitant to do so because you were in a dress, but David insisted. You hopped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist. You rested your chin on top of his head and draped your arms around his neck. David carried you back to your apartment building and you straightened out your dress after getting down. Your hand returned to his as you walked through the lobby and to the elevator.

David unlocked the door to his place, before turning to you. You rolled your eyes again and pushed him into his place, following behind. You immediately kicked your shoes off and let out a sigh of relief. You settled into the corner of the couch, David joining you a few moments later with two glasses of water.

As he talked, you caught yourself staring at his lips, completely unaware of what he was saying. He waved his hand in front of your face to get your attention and you blinked, returning to reality. He let out a small giggle and leaned forward.

"Come here," he whispered, and you inched closer to him. Your foreheads were nearly touching, and he tilted your chin up so your lips met his. You let yourself collapse into the kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” David sighed, a half-drunk, sappy smile on his face.

“Why’d you wait so long?” you asked, and he shrugged, not really having an answer. “Well, I’m glad you made the first move because I’ve wanted to do this since we met, too,” you smiled, leaning up and kissing him again.

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[loverabbitss]

Bury Me In Bliss (prt 2)

She looks towards me a small smile gracing her lips.

"No, I aspired to be in architecture, but when duty and family calls I'm there." She responds.

I could tell it was bothering her to talk about it.

"That must be the reason this place is so nice." I say, even if I was confused and angry. She wasn't the one to blame, well not for most of it.

"You think so?" She looks up from the gold lamp that she was tracing with her delicate fingers.

"Yeah, my mom was into interior design. I fell in love with it too, but I chose the beauty of motherhood as my specialization" I sit down in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

And just like that we spent almost the whole morning and afternoon talking about any and everything. I found out a lot about her and her childhood. It was nice to have someone who talked to me and actually listened. Micheal could careless about what I say.

"Gaia you have a meeting you must be to." The pale boy whose I learned name was Gian came walking into the space.

Her head went back against the chair as she let out a deep grunt.

"Okay I'm coming" She got up holding out her hand.

"Uh uh I'm not going with you. Your uncle will snap my neck." I say pushing her hand away.

"I'm not taking you to the meeting. I'm walking you back to the room until I get back." She says reaching her hand back out.

I nod, taking her hand as we walk back to the room. The window had been closed and locked. I sat on the bed looking towards her as she went into the closet going to change.

"So am I supposed to just sit here like a prisoner?" I call out.

"Your not a prisoner. Your a visitor but I can't have you roaming around unsupervised." She came out of the closet.

Breathtaking wasn't the word, she wore an all black pant suit with some black what I would call church shoes. It took me a minute to process what she had said.

"I'm not a child, if I go to a wrong place I'll leave." I say.

"I can't take that chance, your my guest I must keep you safe." She tsks fixing the cuff links on her suit.

I roll my eyes, which only made her smirk.

"Your a hard nut to crack. But you roll those eyes again and I'll make sure to bust you open." It rolls off her tongue like liquid gold.

"You think I'd let you get on me after watching you fuck some girl's mouth this morning. Yeah good luck with that Gaia. I don't play games." I suck my teeth.

Her eyes darken and a deep rubble is heard from her chest.

"I did that as an example and you know why." Her olive skin flushed red.

"Yeah whatever, like I said I don't play games." I repeat myself.

"You say that, but that's all you do. Your husband doesn't fuck you so you play games with yourself all the time." She snaps.

Yeah I'm about to loose my shit.

"Excuse me? You don't know shit about what I do and why I do it." I get up getting in her face pushing her back some.

Of course she barely moved but it got my anger across.

"Look I don't want to ar—" She starts to say.

"No fuck you. Fuck this week stay long shit. If this is how your going to throw shit in my face then I'm leaving. I don't care if I get lost I'm gone." I nearly shout pissed off.

Everything had come to a bubble, my husband and his decisions, her smart ass comments. My anger just popped. I went for the door and she grabbed onto my arm. I tried to fight back but it was no use. Suddenly, the door flung open and her uncle stood there looking upset.

"Gaia your late, let's go" he barks then walks out but not before throwing me a dirty look.

I stick my finger at he but he left before he could see it.

"Stop it" She hisses.

"You don't tell me what the fuck to do, I'm not your child." I snap at her.

"Your sure acting like one I see why Micheal doesn't pay much attention." She comments letting me go.

I was shocked, honestly I confined in her about how Micheal treats me and she does this.

"Son of a bitch! I'm acting like a child, yet your throwing shit in my face. You can't ask someone for trust when you use shit against them bastard." I walk into the bathroom slamming the doors locking them.

I strip getting into the shower turning one side of the shower on. My eyes close as the warm water hit my skin. I was infuriated, frustrated, kind of turned on. Basically my emotions were running wild I had no clue how to get back to the resort to at least make my way home to be near my family. I couldn't be in this house with people I didn't know and people who didn't like me. After I finish showering, I come out and the steam follows me. I wrap myself in a towel after drying then unlocks the door.

Walking out I see her gone and the door closed. I try to open it to it only to be locked, fucking bastard. I go over to the closet finding a nice red big t shirt in the back and a pair of beige panties. I put them on then go to the bed laying down, there was nothing to do or nobody to talk to. So, I decided to take a nap.

A cool hand caresses the side of my face as I wake up from my nap. My eyes flutter open as I look at her.

"I'm sorry about earlier I did not mean any of that. I just lost my temper because I really care about you and like you. Even if I've never met you face to face before. I've always seen you at Micheal's office and I would get so giddy" Gaia speaks as she looks down avoiding my eyes.

I sit up against the headboard.

"I accept your apology, but don't ever do that again. If I tell you something it's because I'm beginning to trust you." I say.

She nods, then takes my hand.

"Though I like you in my shirt I really want you to change for tonight." She says.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Don't worry about that. Just know everything is a surprise." She states before getting up and leaving.

Hmm, I wondered what could be going on. Instead of pondering I did as she said getting up finding the clothes and shoes at the end of the bed. I quickly change into them spraying on some lavender spray from her dresser, fixing my hair in the mirror the best I could. She came back in looking at me through the mirror in awe.

"I don't even look good please." I feel a rush flow to my cheeks.

"You look absolutely beautiful." She says coming behind me looking at me through the mirror.

I blush a deep red.

"Don't want to prolong any longer, hmm" I get up.

She just nods looking at me up and down. The dress that was picked out for me was a white dress that split at one of my sides showing my whole leg. Gold jewelry accentuated the elegant them I was guessing. We walked outside to the courtyard where a table was set with candles lite all around.

"You didn't have to do all this." I spoke up.

"Think of it as an apology and start over dinner date." She says pulling a chair out for me.

I sit down thanking her.

"Date? Married remember." I raise my eyebrow.

Her frown came back upon her face.

"Yeah we are going to have to get rid of that." She states.

Choosing to ignore her statement I look around some of the wild flowers from the yard sat nicely in a vase on the table. Light music played in the background.

"You've got a lot of hope you know that?" I ask looking towards her.

"Hope is what got you here with me of course I got a lot of me" Gaia responds.

I blush looking off. She reaches her hands across grabbing my hand intertwining our hands. I look down at our hands before looking back up at her.

"Your really beautiful." She says running her thumbs across the back of my hands.

Servers come out carrying plates for us. They place them on the table and pours us some wine in our cups. We spend dinner talking more and enjoying each other company while eating.

"I would ask you to dance with me but I have something else for you waiting in the room." She husks out standing up.

Placing her hand out I take her hand getting up. The wine boosted my confidence as I walked back to the house following her. Once we get to the room I see a pole hanging from the ceiling and cuffs connected to the headboard.

"You like it?" I feel her hot breathe on my ear as her arms wrap around my waist.

Her lips press against the under of my ears.

"Y-yeah." My eyes flutter close.

"Mmm I'm glad you do. You sure you want this?" She asks.

Without hesitation I nod not trusting my words as her hands caress my body and her lips cover my neck. Her hand felt like they were working magic around my body. Slowly but surely she started taking off my dress. I turn around in her embrace buttoning her shirt.

"Need some help babygirl?" She asks softly.

Her voice sends waves down to my pussy. Once I finish I pull her shirt off staring at her sexy chest. I bite my lip caressing her boobs hearing her breathing increase. I reach back taking off her bra, my mouth water as her breasts bounce. I learn forward sucking on her tits making her hands spank my ass.

"Fuck" Gaia whispers.

I suck lightly nibbling on it as I grope and knead the other boob. She pulled me away lifting chin up leaning down kissing me. Her tongue presses against my lips asking for entrance. I allow her to enter and our tongues dance together. She leads us back towards the bed my dress and shoes falling off as I walk backwards. My back hit the bed and I watch as she strips down biting my lip.

"Ooo she sees something she likes." She purrs crawling to my laid out body on the bed.

Her eyes gleamed black in the moon light as the moon highlighted that signature smirk that sent a wave of arousal to my river. Her luscious lips found my neck where she left open mouth kisses. My hands gripped onto her shoulder clenching them. I whimper lightly slowing grinding our bare bodies.

"Please" I whine feeling her hand near my thigh.

"Please what?" She asked lifting her head from its trail to my breasts.

"Please fuck me daddy" I begged.

She just chuckled looking down at my completely submissive state. Her tongue licked over her teeth.

"Oh I'm about to do that and more, cmere" She demands, which really she didn't have to because she lightly pushed me towards the center of the bed.

Once there she took my wrists putting me up in handcuffs.

"Do you trust me?" She asked as she caressed my thighs.

I watched as her hands moved my mouth running dry.

"I let you put me in hand cuffs right?" I asked.

My smart remark landed me with a smack on my pussy. Oh was it so electrifying, it sent a thrill through me making me arch my back letting out a slight moan.

"Now try it again" Gaia lightly barked out.

"Yes I trust you daddy" I respond.

"Good" She praises me before tying my ankles up to this bar.

"This pole." She taps the pole to get my attention. "Only extends so the more you fight what's coming the wider your legs are going to spread." She explains getting out of the bed.

Fight what's coming? What is she going to do? She gets off the bed going to her side of the bed to the nightstand opening the drawer. Due to my current position I couldn't see what she got, but soon I hear what it was then I felt it.

I let out a melodic moan, it bounces off of the walls.

"You like that babygirl?" She husks into my ear.

"Y-yes" I stutter suddenly finding it hard to speak.

Her lips return back to my body as she sucks on my nipples. She makes sure to give each equal attention. I clench my legs as I feel that familiar feeling in my stomach.

"Ahh I'm close, can I cum?" I ask a slight layer of sweat covering me.

"No ma'am, hold it for me mamas. I wanna watch you fight these orgasms." She growls against my skin.

These? Geez so much for walking anymore. I hear a click and the intensity of the hitachi goes up. I try to clench my legs, which in turn made the pole stretch forcing my legs wider.

"Atta girl." She encouraged me to spread more as her tongue found its way towards my dripping pussy.

She moved the hitachi towards my entrance and my wetness could be heard loud & proud.

"Fuck your so wet princess" Her tongue found it way to my clit.

"Daddy please" I beg, I was close but I knew she wouldn't allow me to cum.

"Daddy please what?" She pulls away with a chin covered in my juices.

"Can I cum?" I ask once again.

"Not yet babygirl" She smirks bringing the hitachi back to my clit.

Soon I could feel myself right the edge, my body started to tense up. I bucked uncontrollably making the pole stretch my legs completely wide. The moans flowing out of me were going to be heard all over.

"Almost there darling" Gaia cooed kissing the back of my thighs.

How could she be so demanding, hot, and sweet at the same time?

"Let go darling" She finally says as she lets the hitachi off my clit before smacking it a few times.

My eyes roll back as I pull on the restraints arching my back. I gush all over the sheets but I could care less. My pussy squirted put after all that overstimulation and edging.

"Such a good girl" Her hand rubbed up and down my pussy as I came down from my high.

My body twitched everytime she crossed my clit. She started to rub it again and she crawled over my face as if she was about to ride it. Her cock sat hard dripping precum in my face.

"Suck daddy's cock for her please mamas" Her tone of voice made me comfortable.

I open my mouth ready for her to fuck it. She doesn't waste anytime, slowly she entered my warm mouth. Her grunts start increasing as she starts thrusting into my throat. I couldn't do anything besides moan at her hand still rubbing my clit. I was so close again. Her thrust sped up making her balls hit my chin.

"Shit." She moaned throwing her head back.

It was a sight to see, the tatted Italian completely lost in the way I was taking her cock. Even when she fucked that girl's mouth she wasn't so aroused. I moan around her cock knowing that the vibrations drives her crazy. Upping her side she slips two fingers into me pumping them fast as her thumb rubs my clit.

Trying to close my legs I start moaning more making her come closer to her finger. In a swift 'come here' motion she makes me burst all over her fingers and she wasn't too far behind.

"Take my cum." She groans spurting her warm cum down my throat.

She finished pulling out and pulling her fingers out of me cleaning them off my creaminess coating them. I lay on the bed limp as could be, so lost in cum land I didn't know what was going on. That is until she started smacking my ass. I jolted back to reality moaning. My clit was throbbing from cumming so much and I'm sure my pussy would be swollen by the end.

I look down to see her getting hard again, was I even ready for her size? She started warming me up by making out and caressing my body giving me the touch, need, and love my husband barely did anymore. She lines herself up with my entrance before slowly sliding her cock up and down going over my sensitive clit.

"Are you okay with this?" She asks halting the head at my entrance.

I nod not trusting my mouth as I was already dazed off in a sea of pleasure.

[floatingpetals]

Call Of The Mountains || Ch. 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: Possible Trigger warning, *spoiler-ish* near-drowning depictions

Word Count: 2600+

Summary:  (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: First things first, the end was supposed to be a cliffy. But I decided against that. Still, be warned b/c it might be a little triggering to a few people. It gets a little dark and pretty quick so tread carefully towards the end. That being said, I couldn’t leave it how it was and I’m so excited to get the next chapter done! Like and reblog, let me know what you think. more importantly! ENJOY!

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

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Right as the sun began to peek through the trees, the sound of birds mixed with the leaves swaying above the tent gently woke Y/N. She blinked slowly, a tiny smile growing across her face. There was no worry about having enough time for breakfast, no worry over the agenda for the afternoon. It felt nice not having to set ten alarms to make sure she woke up in the morning. If only that could be a daily occurrence.

Y/N rolled over on her back, stretching with a happy moan before she exhaled noisily and melted into the collection of blankets she brought. She knew it would get cold at night but didn’t expect it to drop as low as it did. Fortunately, she had some forethought to throw a bunch of her favorite blankets in the car just in case. At some point last night, she woke because of the chill and had to make a quick run for the blankets. Along the way, she was stopped short by the distant howls of a wolf pack somewhere in the mountains.

Standing in the middle of the forest with just a flashlight in her PJs and unlaced hiking boots, a tendril of fear shot up her spine. However, the longer she stood and listened the less terrified she became. There was something hauntingly beautiful about their calls. There wasn’t a hunt, no urgency in the air. To her, it sounded as if the pack was just singing to the moon that hung full above them. After she grabbed the blankets, Y/N snuggled under the covers and fell asleep listening to the howls in the air. It never dawned on her that wolves weren’t supposed to be there.

Now she wondered if her hiking through the woods might mean their paths would cross. Shoving aside the concern, Y/N pushed off the blankets. First, food and coffee, then she’d worry about the wolves that would most likely never bother her. She changed into jeans, a tank top, and a button-down flannel before she unzipped the tent and stepped out into the cool dewy air.

Opposite to where she pitched her tent, there was a pre-dug firepit encircled with stone. She didn’t need the pit at the moment, but one she smoothed out the area of the leftover charred wood and kindling, it made a perfect spot for her to place the packable burner grill her mom slipped in the trunk. It took her two trips from the car before she set up the little stove and started boiling some water.

First, she filled her French press, which she was NOT going to leave behind, and then started with her oatmeal. Not her favorite breakfast in the world, but throw in some honey, cinnamon with dried cranberries and it wasn’t half bad. It was also a nice change in pace that she didn’t have to scarf her food down to run out the door. This morning she sat and munched contently while watching a family of robins high in the trees.

Now that she fed herself and had enough coffee to reboot her system, Y/N quickly cleaned up and put everything away before heading to get her pack from the tent. She double-checked she packed it right with her books, water, flashlight, trail mix, protein bars, and anything else she thought would come handy. Satisfied she’d be prepared to get lost in the woods for a while, Y/N zipped up the tent and made her way back up the trail towards the waterfall.

There was something in the air today, a buzzing of excitement that wasn’t there yesterday. Like the Earth knew thrilling things were going to happen and was impatiently waiting for it to come. Y/N hadn’t the faintest clue of its plan, yet as she grew closer to the water, she couldn’t stop the pep in her step. She had no idea why and didn’t really care at that point. She was in a fantastic mood and nothing was going to stop her high.

When she came up to the river, it was still flowing as strongly as yesterday. She was surprised the water level hadn’t dropped much. It must have rain harder up at the top of the mountain than further down here to keep up this flow. The waterfall was the same as well, still as strong and tremendous as yesterday. Nothing seemed to sway the charge in the air.

Y/N stood and stared in awe once again. Nature and it’s beauty never ceased to amaze her. Despite not being one for the outdoors in her younger years, as Y/N grew, she learned to love and adore the wonders of nature.

Readjusting her pack, Y/N went to go sit along a set of rocks, spotting one with a flat top that was large enough for her to spread out on but paused. There was that strange tug again. She frowned and stepped back away from the rocks, unconsciously listening to the tug as it pulled her somewhere else. Slowly, she looked around the area, but each spot her eyes landed on felt… wrong. It wasn’t until she spotted a tree with a soft mossy patch underneath that stood out to her. It wasn’t too close to the water, just far enough she wouldn’t have to worry about stepping too close to the edge but close enough she could feel the gentle spray from the water. Perfect.

Setting her bag beside the tree, Y/N sank to the ground with a comfortable sigh. She took a moment to watch the waterfall before digging in her bag for her book. She tucked the water bottle against her leg for later and picked up where she left off in the pages. It had been too long since she’d been able to just sit and read. Once she got into her groove, Y/N found herself lost in the pages surrounded by the ambiance of the water and the sounds of the trees. She didn’t pay any mind to the rest of the world until the sun was high in the sky and her stomach let out a low rumble.

“Crap,” Y/N muttered to herself and glanced up at the sun. “I don’t think I’ve ever checked out that long.”

Shrugging, Y/N set her book aside and reached inside her bag. She pulled out the bag of trail mix and a protein bar, munching happily on the food, occasionally digging out the M&Ms from the mix. Y/N was untroubled and content but still felt like something was missing. Or rather, someone.

Odd that was the first thought that popped into her mind. Maybe it was the fact that she spent all morning alone sitting under a tree with a book, or perhaps the fact the past few months she had been alone every morning, afternoon and evening. Y/N groaned and rubbed her temples. Okay, maybe a little bit of solitude wasn’t completely the best. Since now she wasn’t worrying about work and the stress that came with it, nothing was left to hide her perpetual singleness from her. The quiet was nice, but sometimes it was too quiet. It was clearly leading to problems.

Grumbling to herself, Y/N forced herself to ignore the voice. This wasn’t why she was here. Not like she could do anything about it anyways with literally no one around. She wasn’t going to wallow in her self pity and mope about not having a boyfriend. Nope. Not today.

Y/N tucked the bag of trail mix back in the pack and reached for her water bottle. As she tipped back the bottle, the same feeling from the night before came back. That prickling in the back of her neck, the feeling of a set of eyes on her. Curious and watching. Y/n froze, the water bottle touching her lips. Slowly, Y/N lowered the water bottle and squinted over the pond, searching for the owner of the eyes.

She herself was curious now. Maybe it was a deer or some other animal that was just passing through and caught sight of her. Perhaps a hiker that decided to go off-trail?

Hesitantly, Y/N began to stand, and the feeling of the eyes followed her every movement. The tug came back, willing her to get a closer look. Her feet followed blindly, as if in a trance, and her eyes never strayed from the trees. It wasn’t too thick, but the shadows seemed to all blend together. The trees swayed in the breeze, the mist from the waterfall made the distant hazy and difficult to see through. But as she stopped just short of the shoreline, her feet inches from the water, she could have sworn she saw not one, but two shapes in the shadows.

Tall and foreboding the shadows were much larger than any human beings frame. Y/N sucked air in sharply, the shock rattling her enough to snap from her bizarre trance. Her gaze snapped down to her feet and she stumbled backward, her mind reeling at how she willingly stepped without care. One more step forward and she would have tumbled straight into the water that would have unforgivingly pulled her straight in.

Rattled, Y/N didn’t even spare a glance at the shadows. Instead, she turned heel and snatched up her discarded water bottle. She shoved it into her pack and hastily stood. I have no idea what the hells going on, she thought, but I need to get the fuck out of here.

Stepping around the tree, Y/N began her trek back to her campsite, her insides twisting. That was too close for her comfort. There were a number of things going through her head and she was more than a little freaked out over the whole thing. Her mother always drilled it into her to keep an eye on your surroundings, especially around wildlife. They spook easily and can snap on a dime.

So if she had been paying attention, as her mother instructed, she would have caught the sound of angry screeches coming from two birds fighting in the air above her. She would have noticed when one dove to get away from the other, steering straight towards her. If she was paying attention, Y/N could have ducked and stepped to the left. Out of the way of the birds and away from the riverbank.

However, that’s not how Y/N reacted. Once more lost in her thoughts, she missed the birds and their shrill cries. The bird dove to escape, narrowly turning it’s small body away from her face by mer centimeters.

Y/N let out an unflattering scream that shook the trees and leaped out of the way before she was gouged in the eye by the second bird that chased after. It wasn’t until it was too late that Y/N realized her mistake. Her boot hit the soft wet moss on top of a rock, the grip on her soles not made for the slippery step. Her foot shot out from under her, and her pack that was heavy with the items she made sure to keep on hand for her survival, tipped her backward into the rushing waters below.

It all happened so quickly; Y/n had no time to react. The shock of the cold water seized her muscles, the water-filled her lungs as she let out an involuntary scream. She fought against the river, but it was as unforgiving as the weight of her pack. The rapids drew her down and under, towards the midstream where the water flowed the fasted and the deepest. Her feet couldn’t touch the bottom and the surface was feet above her.

The current hurled her further down the river at a speed that sent her mind reeling. Somehow, she managed to swim to the top, her arms screaming as they fought against the strength of the flow. She spat up the water and gasped for air however before she could let out a desperate cry for help, the river pulled her down once again.

Y/N struggled and fought, frantically trying to get back to the surface. But the river didn’t care. It threw her around like a rag doll, the light from the surface taunting her above in the frigid waters. Her lungs were screaming to get air, but she couldn’t take the breath she so needed. She was panicking, out of control and sinking. Her limbs began to give up, no matter how hard she struggled. Horror dawned on her, that this was her last moment. There was no way she could get out of this. As if to agree, the river decided the game was over.

She distantly felt something sharp slam against the back of her head, the pain far worse than the way her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. Lights exploded behind her closed eyes. Her arm was thrown back and slammed against the same sharp edge rock her head did as the river dragged her passed, the sickening crack of her wrist jolting her back to consciousness. She gasped in shock, sucking in water as she did. She was too tired to fight anymore though, her body going limp as she accepted her fate.

Y/N thought she was going to die that day, drowning in the river all because of a fucking bird. As she tumbled into unconsciousness, she missed the sound of something jumping in the water. The current was strong, but whatever grabbed the back of her pack was stronger. It dragged her up to the surface and back to the shoreline.

The Earth was impatient today, but not to take a life. No, it had other plans in mind, and it needed the young woman alive. The birds stopped their quarrel to watch from the trees above as the woman lay unconscious below them. The being that pulled her limp body from the water began compression against her chest, trying to force the water from her lungs the best way it could. Silence seemed to take of the forest as the creature worked, frantically trying to resuscitate the woman.

The being didn’t give up until Y/N violently began to cough up the water from her lungs. There was a sigh of relief in the forest, even the forest itself worried their game might have gone too far. The being nudge her to her side.

For Y/N, waking up was more agony than almost drowning. It felt like there was a fire in her lungs and throat, the water she swallowed burned as she threw it up. Her head throbbed and her wrist was screaming in pain. Everything hurt and yet felt so numb all at once. Her vision started to tunnel. Her body woke only long enough to expel the water from her lungs, but the biting pain was too much. Y/N heard and felt something behind her, warm and soft. Blearily, she rolled over to her back. 

Y/N briefly wondered if the hit on her head knocked a few screws loose. Because that was the only explanation for what stood over her. Still dripping wet, her savior was a massive black wolf with startling grey intelligent eyes. It blinked slowly and lowered its muzzle to sniff her carefully. Nope, It’s the delirium from the pain, she reasoned as she fell into unconsciousness. The wolf whined low in the back of it’s throat with concern.

A distant howl called out, wondering where it’s packmate had gone. Looking away from the unconscious woman, the wolf threw it’s head back in answer. It didn’t wait for a response before it dipped it’s head to roll Y/N onto her stomach. It gently worked her on to his back with surprising coordination. 

The birds in the trees chatter amongst themselves as the great black wolf turned carefully and disappeared into the thick forest towards the other wolves of it’s pack, somewhere in the mountains. They gossiped with each other, wondering the woman’s fate and as well as the strange vibrations in the air. The forest had things planned, and everything was going accordingly.

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[prettyboypeterparker]

Peter’s laying on the grass out front with a glass of lemonade when a U-haul pulls into the house next door. There’s a pickup truck following behind that’s connected to a flat car carrier and strapped up on top is a hot rod, Peter’s attention wanes easily. Peter goes back to reading his book and sucking on the bendy straw in his drink, he hears bustling and a few male voices and decides to look over at the house.

“C’mon Barnes, lift with your knees not your back.” Peter hears someone yell.

The voice seems to come from a man standing by the pickup, he’s wearing tight blue denim jeans with a black shirt and he seems to be holding a box in his hands.

“I’d like to see you try and lift this Stark, you’d crumble within the second.” The man, Barnes, calls back.

Barnes is gorgeous, he’s got long brown hair that’s tucked up in a bun and he’s wearing black khakis and a red Henley that bulges around toned muscles, he’s standing by another man who’s tall, blond and handsome. He’s smiling at Barnes and is holding two boxes in each beefed up arm. Peter likes everything he sees. Blondie makes eyes at Barnes and walks with him inside the house leaving Stark by his pickup. Peter’s going to assume that Stark is his new neighbor and thinks it’s fitting to go say hello.

“Hi Mister.” Peter calls out as he abandons his book.

He walks over to the man and takes a pull at his straw.

“Oh, hi.” Stark says as he adjusts the box in his arm to free a hand.

Peter shakes it and snickers softly when Stark draws his hand back and wipes it on his jeans, Peter had purposely used his wet hand.

“I’m Peter, I live next door with my Aunt.” Peter points a thumb over his shoulder at his house.

“Right. Well I’m Tony, it was nice to meet you kid.” Tony, huh, Peter likes the way it rolls on his tongue.

“You too Mr Stark, be sure to come around and meet my Aunt when you got time.” Peter smiles cotton candy sweet before waving goodbye, he walks back over to his spot on the grass and resumes reading.

Over the rest of the afternoon Peter catches Tony staring at him when he thinks Peter isn’t looking, Peter puts on a little show of stretching and not fixing his shirt when it slides up his belly, he even arch’s his back at one point and moans softly like the idea of stretching like this brings him pleasure. Tony drops a box when Peter does this, he stands at the hedge staring at him until Barnes asks if he’s okay.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Tony murmurs back.

*

It’s mid summer and Peter hates the heat, he’s more of winter kind of guy, loves wearing big sweaters and fluffy socks but it seems this summer brings two good things. First May works nearly every day from early morning to late at night and Peter gets to slut around in tiny cotton shorts and shirts that he hacked the sleeves off of and second Tony Stark works on his hot rod with the garage door rolled open and Peter figures the heat must get to him as well because he ditches his shirt and walks around in tight jeans and wife beaters covered in grease.

Peter lays on his porch swing with more homemade lemonade and watches as Tony works on his car, Peter knows he’s openly staring, he doesn’t actually care if he’s caught. Best case is that Tony fucks him for being rude and he gets the best hate sex of his young virgin life and worse case is that Tony tells him to stop. Not that Peter would listen. Peter lays in the warmth until he runs out of lemonade, he walks inside to the kitchen and grabs the pitcher when suddenly a great idea comes to mind, Peter grabs a glass cup from the dishwashing rack and takes that and the pitcher outside he walks down his lawn and into Tony’s. Tony is still working on his car, music blasting at an acceptable volume so as not to disturb Mrs Bell one house over who is getting terribly crabbier with each passing day. Peter heads up to the garage and waltz’s on in without any care and pours lemonade into the cup, he places the pitcher on a work bench and as he walks to Tony he rubs the chilled glass along his neck and up his cheeks to his temples.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.” Peter says words heavy and thick with heat.

“Shit kid, you shouldn’t sneak up on people.” Tony startles, hand coming to his chest.

“Sorry Mr Stark, I thought you might like some lemonade to fend off the heat. I made it myself.” Peter sloshes the cup and some of the lemonade tips over the rim.

“That’s, uh, that’s real nice of you. Thanks.” Tony stands from his stool and grabs the glass.

He steadily drinks all of the lemonade and takes a big gulp of air afterwards, he wipes at his mouth with his arm and smears a bit of oil across his cheek.

“Would you like some more?” Peter turns to pick up the jug when his plan comes in to play.

As Peter takes a step closer to fill the cup up he pretends to stumble and pours the sticky drink all over his shirt.

“Oh man, I’m so clumsy.” Peter looks up at Tony and notices that his grip on the cup has tightened.

“You should probably take that shirt off before it sticks to your skin.” Tony swallows and his pupils fatten.

“Yeah I should.” Peter places the pitcher down and grabs the hem of his shirt and shimmies it up his tummy and chest before pulling it off his head where sweat drenched curl stick to his temples.

Tony watches his every move and Peter works on mopping up some of the lemonade from in between his chest.

“Man it’s so messy and stick.” Peter whines.

“You should have a shower.” Tony says gently.

Peter goes to ask if he could just shower here when Tony seems to get a hold of himself, sadly.

“You should go home and shower... yeah.” Tony hands over the glass and pitcher before shuffling Peter out of his garage.

“Mr Stark.” Tony shakes his head.

“Go home Peter.” Peter huffs but walks away.

He’ll seduce Mr Stark, he’ll do whatever it takes to have him.

*

It seems that Peter isn’t the only one who has eyes for Tony. May invites him over for a homemade dinner and dessert and Tony accepts happily, Peter puts up a fuss the entire time that May cooks dinner and even tries to burn the roast but May manages to salvage it and at exactly seven thirty the doorbell chimes and May is sending Peter to fetch the door.

“Hi Peter.” Tony says politely as the door opens.

“Hey.” Peter crosses his arms across his chest and stares Tony down.

“Uh, I bought these for your Aunt.” Tony holds forward a bouquet of river lilies, they’re absolutely gorgeous.

“May’s allergic to lilies.” Peter lies.

“Oh, shit.” Peter smiles sweetly and takes them.

“I can take them, just if you’ve touched them you probably shouldn’t touch May. Just incase.” Tony nods and wipes his hands on his jeans.

Peter tries not to laugh but shuts the door and leads Tony into the dining room where three plates are set up.

“You just wait here, I’ll get rid of these.” Tony sits at the head of the table and Peter walks into the kitchen, May is standing by the stove steaming vegetables.

Peter finds a vase and fills it with water, he cuts a little bit of the stems off and arranges them nicely before walking up to his bedroom and placing them on his bedside table. May calls him back down and he runs downstairs to the kitchen.

“Can you take these out please?” May hands over a bowl of mash and gravy.

“Sure can.” May smiles at him and kisses his cheek.

“Such a good boy.” Peter takes the bowl into the dining room and places it on the table.

Tony’s on his phone and looks up when Peter places the bowl down a little too hard.

“Hey it’ll be best if you didn’t mention the flowers, May’ll feel bad that you spent money on her.” Tony nods and Peter leaves him to grab more food.

When the tables covered in food everyone sits down together, Peter fills his plate up and eats angrily as the two adults chatter on about stupid adult stuff.

“I think I’m going to go back up to my room, I have homework and all. You two should keep talking though, don’t let my absence get in the way.” Peter snaps, he grabs his plate and flounces into the kitchen.

This evening has been one of the worst he’s had.

*

Two weeks later Peter has the perfect opportunity to seduce Tony. May has left for the day and Peter goes into his Aunts room to snoop for some of her delicates. He finds what he’s looking for in the back of her closet tucked away under Peter’s box of baby photos which, gross. He pulls the black back out and dumps the contents on the carpet, a receipt flutters out and Peter checks the date, May’s only bought these recently so she must think she’s going to get lucky with Tony. Not on his watch. Peter picks up the lingerie and takes it into his own room where he lays it out all pretty on his bedspread, Peter goes for a quick shower and cleans himself of sticky sweat and washes himself with his newly bought strawberry scented body wash. When he walks ass naked out into his room he flicks on some music and starts to figure out how the lingerie works as he air dries.

“How the shit do women do this?” Peter complains out loud.

After a while he manages to figure it out, he slips on the green and black panties that are embroidered with roses, next is the bra which he clips it on at the front of his chest then swivels it around, he slides the straps over his shoulders and adjusts them as necessary the lace rubs against his nipples until they pebble and Peter likes the feeling. The last item is a garter but he skips it and throws on clothes over the top, he switches off his music and heads downstairs and outside. Tony isn’t working in his garage and he isn’t outside so Peter walks up his lawn and porch and knocks three times on the front door, it swings open and Tony stands behind the screen door.

“Peter?” Peter musters the best innocent smile and nods.

“Hi Mr Stark, I was wondering if you were busy?” Tony opens the screen door and stares down at Peter.

“Not at all, what can I do for you?” Peter fiddles with the hem of his short shorts.

“Well Mr Stark, my Aunts not home and I was wondering if you could come fix the sink in the bathroom? You look pretty handy so I thought maybe you could help?” Tony takes a moment before nodding.

“Sure, just let me get my toolbox.” Peter thanks the older man and waits patiently for him to get what he needs.

The plan is going accordingly and now all Peter has to do is somehow get Tony in a position where he can’t refuse him.

Tony comes back with a black and yellow toolbox and follows Peter back to his house asking questions about the sink, Peter lies through his teeth and when they get inside Peter leads him upstairs into the bathroom.

“Huh, the sink looks fine Peter.” Tony says as he turns the tap on.

“I guess it must of fixed itself while I was gone?” Peter tries but Tony doesn’t look so convinced.

“I’m starting to think the sink wasn’t broken. Was it?” Peter rolls his eyes and cocks his hip.

“Okay fine the sink wasn’t broken, I lied but I just wanted to talk to you Mr Stark.” Tony picks up his toolbox and starts to walk away.

“You shouldn’t lie Peter, have you heard of the boy who cried wolf?”

“I’m sorry.” Peter whines.

“Sorry doesn’t always cut it kid.” Tony is leaving and Peter is getting desperate.

Peter runs ahead of Tony and stops him in his tracks.

“Look, I like you Mr Stark and I’m pretty sure you like me too so why don’t we skip the whole, pretending that nothing’s happening thing?” Peter says seductively, fingers curling creases into Tony’s wifebeater.

“Like? What are we in, grade school? Jesus Peter I don’t like you, you’re my neighbors kid nephew who might I add shouldn’t dress like he’s a two cent hooker.” Peter smiles.

“You think I look like a two cent hooker? How sweet, you haven’t even seen what’s underneath.” Tony’s jaw tense.

“And I plan to keep it that way, you’re literal jailbait. This isn’t happening Peter.” Peters smile turns into a frown.

“Why are pretending like there isn’t something between us?” Tony sighs.

“If there was anything between us and I’m saying a very big if, you’re too young anyways. Plus your Aunt’s a very lovely lady and I don’t want to hurt her feelings.” Peter snorts.

“Tony, this isn’t some power imbalance or some stupid tactic to have sex with you and get you into trouble. I like you and if we had sex that wouldn’t be so bad either. Look I’ll let this go if you can kiss me and not feel anything.” Peter says as he steps closer to Tony.

“Fine, one kiss and if I don’t feel anything I’m leaving and we don’t talk about it and you leave me alone.” Peter smiles.

“Deal.” Tony drops his toolbox and grabs Peter’s face, pulling his face up until his neck strains.

Tony kisses him hard and Peter gets tingles in his toes. Peter definitely feels something and by the way Tony hasn’t pulled away he guesses Tony feels the same way. They part for breath and without saying anything they start kissing again, Peter walks them back and Tony falls back when his shoe hits a snag in the rug Peter goes down with him and ends up on Tony’s lap. The make out until Peter’s lips go numb and Tony paws are his waist, pulling his shirt out of his shorts his hands push the shirt up until it uncovers the bra underneath.

“Oh fuck.” Tony leans up and places his lips in the small crevice between his pecs, the tightness of the bra pushes them together nicely making small mounds.

“Pretty right?” Tony nods and sucks on the lace until it dampens and Peter’s nipple hardens.

Tony treats the other nipple the same and before Peter realises it his shirt is being flung somewhere and Tony’s unclipping the bra expertly.

“Pants.” Peter huffs as he wiggles over Tony’s stiffening prick.

Peter straightens his legs and Tony pulls the cotton shorts down and Peter is pretty sure Tony’s pupils thicken.

“Panties baby?” Peter likes the pet name.

“Yeah, I feel so pretty in them.” Tony’s fingers work over the lace and Peter gets hard steadily at each rub.

“You look pretty baby, so goddamn gorgeous.” Peter flushes and leans down to kiss Tony.

Tony works over Peter until Peter whines and threatens to spill.

“Not yet sweetheart, wanna eat your pussy.” Peter sobs wantonly at Tony’s words and helps the older man pull the panties off.

He kneels over Tony’s head, creamy thighs coming to straddle his face. Tony settles Peter down and gets to work on eating him out, Peter loves every moment and cums quickly though that doesn’t stop Tony he keeps going until Peter spills again.

“Such a good boy.” Peter shakes his head.

“I’m your good girl sir.” Tony pushes Peter on his chest and smiles.

“You my little girl Pete? My pretty princess?” Peter nods gently, he might as well keep playing with this fantasy.

“Yeah I’m yours.” They kiss and Peter can’t help but grin.

“What are you smiling about?” Tony asks as he rakes his fingers through Peter’s knotted curls.

“I’m totally your Lo.” Tony chuckles and licks at the sweat on his neck.

“Yeah baby, you’re undeniably the Lo to my Humbert.”

#starker #tony x peter #lolita au #bit of manipulative peter #starker nff #long read #nff

[writingfromkitchenator]

Happy Valentine’s Day

A Thorin Fanfic

Words: 3,778

Based (loosely, I changed the lore a little) on an imagine found here from @thefandomimagine

Thorin x OFC

Warnings: Angst, homesickness, hints of depression, kinda culty background? But fluffy/sweet ending, with awkwardness

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!  I figured we could all use a handsome dwarf to keep us company (I certainly wish I had a handsome dwarf for company) so I hope you can all enjoy something different.

Feedback is highly appreciated!

It wasn't hard to tell that something was bothering Leiyana. Her usual bubbly self had started to go quiet, often seeming lost in thought. The dwarves wanted to ask if she was okay, and a couple did, but she would just smile and nod and say she was fine.

None of them were fooled by it.

It was starting to worry a lot of them, hushed conversations being had, but the one it worried most, although he remained quiet on the matter, was Thorin.

Leiyana was a warrior from somewhere far away, she would never elaborate where, but with short rust gold hair and emerald eyes, it was clear to most of them that it was somewhere they had probably never heard of.  She'd been shy at first, only talking to Gandalf, who'd invited along, or keeping to herself, but as they got to know her more, she began to reveal bits and pieces more, laughter bubbling from her lips and sharing a few of her own tales, some they could hardly believe.

It had been a nice change around camp, even Thorin relaxing, the others surprised when she got a laugh even out of him.

Which was why the change felt so drastic as she went back to being so quiet.

“Surely there's a way we can cheer her up?”  Fili asked quietly to a small group of them one night.  “It hurts seeing her like this.”

“Sometime these things just have to pass on their own laddie,” Balin said with a sad smile.  “We don't know what she's come from, it could just be having an affect on her, that's all.”

“But wouldn't it be better to talk about it?” Fili asked.

“It's not that simple,” Gloin said.  “Sometimes talking just hurts more, depending on how personal it is.”

“What do you think Uncle?” Kili turned to Thorin, but Thorin hadn't been listening to a word that any of them said, his gaze on Leiyana on the side of camp.

Her arms were wrapped around her legs, head resting on her knees as she stared blankly into the fire, lost deep in thought, an odd sadness to her gaze that they weren't used to seeing.

Balin, Gloin, Fili and Kili look back at Thorin.  “Uncle?”

Thorin blinks and looks around at them with a slight frown. “What?”

“What are we going to do about Leiyana?”

“Nothing,” He said after a moment.  “If she wishes to talk, then she will, until then, we treat her no differently to normal.”

It worked for a little while, her mood improving as she was laughing again, but there was no escaping the sadness that still sat around her, a weight on her shoulders that just didn't want to lift.

The others were also keeping a closer eye on Thorin now too, it having quickly been spread about how he looked at her and they all started noticing small things.

He would bring her dinner when they made camp at night.

He would be quick to interrupt someone if he didn't like where their questions were going.

He would join her on watch.

It was both amusing and worrying for the company, they all knew that now was not really the time for such things, but they also knew that this was something Thorin needed.

“Thorin?”  He looked up from his spot on the edge of camp and met Leiyana's gaze, the two of them on watch for the night.  He usually let her be, unworried if she fell asleep or not.

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly.

She nods, breaking her gaze away, the shyness returning a little. “Yeah, I just wanted to thank you.”

“What for?”

“For being so patient with me,” She glanced at him and then away again.  “I…I know I haven't been in the best of company lately.”

Thorin's gaze is gentle on her, giving a soft smile.  “You don't have to thank me Leiyana, everyone must do things in their own time.  You are good company, no matter what state you're in.”

Leiyana smiled at this, a little nervous, but she nods. “Welll…thank you.  It means a lot to me.”

Thorin watches as she hesitates for a moment before looking back at him.  “Um…can I join you?”

He nods, moving slightly as she sits, both of them sitting in silence for a moment.

“This time of year is usually a time of celebration for my people,” She said quietly.  “I guess…I've been a bit home sick.”

The sadness in her voice struck Thorin to his core and he found himself turn towards her a little more.  “That is understandable, it is always hard being away from home.  How long has it been?”

“A while,” She wraps her arms around her legs and rests her chin on her knees again.  “I…I don't really remember to be honest, I lost track for while, I just know…”

Leiyana turned her face away from him and Thorin realised that her eyes had been welling up with tears.

“I'm sorry,” She mumbled, a small shiver going through her. “It's…hard to talk about.”

Thorin didn't know what to really say to that, knowing the ache of being away from home well, one he thought he'd never be returning to, so he did the only thing he could think of in that moment, slipping his coat free and resting it over her shoulders gently.

Leiyana tensed for a moment before slowly looking at him, her eyes seeming half scared before she relaxes and offers him a small, tired smile, one he returns.

“You don't have to talk if you don't want to.” He said.  “We can just sit here quietly.”

She nods, pulling his coat a little closer around her shoulders and the two sat in silence, none of the company any wiser to this small interaction.

Again, Leiyana's mood improved for a while, even in the chaos of trolls and wargs and Rivendell, showing her skills with her blades should not be taken lightly.

In the safety of Rivendell, she spent some time alone and they left her to it, knowing better, especially when Gandalf or one of the elves seemed to interrupt them when one barely even mentioned looking for her.

Thorin was starting to grow worried again, he hadn't been able to do much before hand, but now being unable to do anything was slowly agitating him. He wanted to see her, just to put his mind at ease.

So he managed to sneak away, the rest of the company causing enough of a ruckus that no one notice him go.

He found Leiyana deep in conversation with Gandalf.

“You did not have to come Leiyana.”  Gandalf said softly, watching her as she hugs herself, the two of then hidden away in the gardens.  “You could have gone home.”

“And gone back to what Gandalf?” She asked sadly. “To a people that don't want me?  To a home where I'm not welcome to?  There is nothing there for me.”

Thorin's throat constricted at the pain in her voice, wanting to go to her but also wanting to listen, to know more, conflicted on what he should do.

“I'm sure there are some that miss you,” Gandalf said.  “I'm sure that not all would agree with what happened.”

Leiyana let's out a snort.  “Tradition dictates they must, no matter how they feel.” She looks at Gandalf. “I'm too old now Gandalf, I've seen many come and go but none for me.  That dictates that my life must be on the road.”

“But you miss home.”

“I miss the culture.” She said quietly.  “I miss our celebrations and our gods, but no more. The people rejected me as I have now rejected them.”

Gandalf watches her closely, her back turning to him again. “This is a time of worship for you, isn't it?”

Leiyana sighs.  “Among other things.”

He thinks for a moment.  “It is also close to the anniversary of when you were banished.”

Her shoulder's slump slightly.  “We go from new beginnings to love.  If one cannot do so by a certain age, then they are banished.”

“If I'm not mistaken,” Gandalf said gently, approaching her and gently resting his hands on her shoulders.  “That is a lot to ask of a dying peoples, even from a god.”

“I know,” Leiyana agreed.  “But try telling that to them.  When nothing ever happened, no matter how I wished it in new beginnings, then I would worship in my own way.  I would love my family harder, do everything for them, go out of my way to help friends in need, but it was never considered enough. By anyone.”

From where he is, Thorin can see the sadness in Gandalf's expression, the shake in Leiyana's shoulders and he has to force himself to back away as silently as possibly, not trusting his own reaction as his eyes begin to sting.

“There's a river, not far from the path that we're about to follow,” He heard Gandalf say as he retreated.  “After about a days journey from here, turn east.  It should be sufficient for you.”

Thorin forced it to the back of his mind, wiping his eyes, not wanting to know what it meant but knowing that he would already follow her.

The company was happy when Leiyana rejoined them, although  there was little chance to discuss as they snuck their way out of Rivendell, quickly getting lost in the winding paths out of the valley.  Thorin kept an eye on her, but for all he knew, she looked happier, more at peace, glad to be back amongst the ranks of the company.

As the afternoon crept in, the walking got a little harded, so by the time call for camp came, there were many grateful grumbles.

Helping with camp, no one noticed something was amiss as the sun started to set low.

“Where's Leiyana?” Kili suddenly asked, causing a half panicked look around.

Thorin sighed, annoyed at himself that he hadn't noticed.  “Stay here in case she comes back.” There was a round of arguing.  “No, I will go look, stay here.”

They all watched as Thorin disappeared, a few sharing looks with each other, before anxiously obeying the order to stay.

Heading east, Thorin had a feeling it wouldn't be hard to find her and it wasn't long before the sound of running water reached him, followed by the sight of a small glow of a fire through the trees.

He hesitated for a moment, catching sight of Leiyana seated by the fire, clearly working on something in her lap.

“It's okay Thorin,” Her voice called to him as she smiled back. “You can come out.”

Stepping forward a little sheepishly, Thorin tilted his head a little.  “How did you know it was me?”

Leiyana gave a small hum.  “Dwarves aren't exactly naturally quiet; the rest was just a natural assumption.”

He moves closer, seeing a small pile of purple flowers on her lap, ones she was carefully weaving into a circle.  “What are you doing out here?”

Her smile is a little sad.  “Paying my dues to one of my gods.  We offer her something that we've made ourselves, placing it in a body of water. I haven't had much time to make something on the road, but there's something peaceful about doing something so simple.”

Thorin carefully sits next to her, nit wanting to disturb the peaceful look in her expression as she weaves the flowers together with practiced ease. “I'm sorry you can't be with your people.”

Her smile is a little sad as she glances at him.  “Thank you.  I still like to think that I'm being watched over though.”

“What does your god stand for?” He asked, not wanting to pry but being very curious.

“Valentine?” Leiyana pauses for a moment.  “We worship her as a goddess of love, one that brings joy and happiness for many years to those we connect to, friends and families alike, at this point every year, we make our offerings to continue that process and hope that no ill will befalls us.”

Thorin thought back over what he’d heard that night in Rivendell. “But there’s an age bracket, isn’t there?”

She laughs softly, finishing the wreath and resting it in her lap, fingers brushing gently through the flowers.  “We throw a festival every year in her honour, and during that festival, everyone has their own place.  The elders who’ve been together for a long time, the ones in the middle who have children, the young new couples hoping for prosperity and growth, then those that haven’t one to call their own yet.  Each celebrates in their own way, but those that were alone were always expected of more than the others.  For those that are older, each year grows just that little bit more desperate, we all know that once that age hits, our people will banish us, and then that will be it, there will be nothing for us out in the world apart from what we make it.”

“No offense Leiyana,” Thorin said quietly.  “That does not sound like a healthy custom.”

Leiyana nods.  “No, it doesn’t, does it?  At the time, I never knew any better, it was just the way things were, and out on the road, for a long time, I spent questioning why a god of love would allow such a thing, to cast her people out.  It was only once I met some others on the road, got to know their customs and lives, that I realized it wasn’t the god that was the problem, it was the people and those that worshipped her.  It was heart breaking to realise it, but it was the truth no less.”  She sighs.  “It solidified a lot of things for me though, I’d always seen Valentine both as a god of love, but also a warrior, one who would fight and die for those she cared about, it was for her that I took up the sword in the first place, the only one of my people to do so, and it was mocked for a long time, but I couldn’t see a reason why love, in all it’s form, wouldn’t be worth dying for.”

Thorin watches as she stands, carrying the wreath carefully before crouching at the rivers edge and saying a few words he couldn’t understand, then, she lowers it to the water and watches at it carries it down stream, watching that direction for a long time even as it disappeared from sight.

Something still bothered him.  “So why have been so sad?  If you realized all this and now worship on your own path and terms, then why does it bother you so?”

Leiyana doesn’t move from the waters edge, still watching the water. “It is memory Thorin, the memory of what was once there and what could have been.  It is also terribly lonely to walk this path alone, when your people put so much on being in a loving, caring pair, it is a hard thing to face that you have none.”  She glances back at him, tears shining in her eyes.  “I also still pity those that are trapped in that cycle, not knowing the freedom that lies just beyond the walls should they be brave enough just to take it.”

Thorin remains silent for a long moment, just watching as her gaze returns to the water, the two of them alone in their small circle of light, night having since long fallen, the night quiet.  He looks over at the small pile of flowers that still remained and a thought occurred to him.

“You are probably wondering,” Leiyana started before he could ask.  “What our customs are for courting?”  He nods slightly.  “Well, seeing as I asked yours not too long ago, it would be only fair.”

“Why did you ask?”  He said before he could stop himself.

She smiles back at him.  “General curiosity.  The more I learn of other cultures, the more my views of the world change, it’s part of the reason I agreed to come on this quest.”

Coming back over, Leiyana carefully sits back on the grass next to him, picking a flower off of the ground and turning it in her fingers. “The time during the festival is the only time that we’re allowed to officially court, although there is nothing stopping the process long before, then just making it official at the festival, again, just another thing that was all about control.”  She sighs and shakes her head.  “Anyway, as night settles in, everyone surrounded by flowers of their choosing, it’s expected that you seek out your one, moving amongst each other until you feel that right moment.  Once a pair is matched and have agreed to court, then you braid each others flowers into your hair, officially making a union as one heart belonging to the other.  The flowers then remain in your hair until they die, becoming an official declaration that your love is forever, to be bound until death.  Should they be removed before then, then it’s clear that the love was not true enough.”

Thorin watched her, watched the flower spin in her fingers, waiting for her to continue.

“I was never drawn enough to share my flowers with,” She said softly, a little shyly.  “And they likewise to me.  A part of me I guess live in fear of making the wrong choice, no matter how destined it seemed to be. I eventually learned to just live the fact and it wasn't until I learnt to survive in my own that-"

“You realised it could exist outside your walls.” Thorin finished softly, earning a green eyed stare.  “That not everything had to be what you were told it was.”

She gives a small, nervous laugh, looking down at the flower in her fingers.  “Yeah, something like that.”

Thorin watched her for a moment before finally deciding to take a chance, reaching forward and resting his hand over hers.  Leiyana's gaze comes up slowly to meet his and there is a slightly awkward moment as neither is sure what to say.

Thorin clears throat slowly.  “Leiyana, I…” He looks away before back again, his gaze soft on her. “Leiyanna, may I braid flowers in your hair?”

She licks her lips through a nervous smile.  “Thorin, I know what that means for your people, I don't want you to be uncomfortable for my sake.”

“I want to,” He said quietly, reaching up and cupping her cheek in his hand, making her sigh and lean into him.  “I would be lying if I didn't say you have a place in my heart. It has been drawing me to you more and more as the weeks have passed, so much so that I've been unsure of what I feel, but after feeling your emotions as clear as my own, I knew.  You are my one Leiyana.”

Her eyes welled up and she closed them for a moment, pressing her hand up against his and she draws in a shaky deep breath.  “I think you're my one too Thorin, I…I've been so scared to admit it, I've been so scared of what it meant and it played on my mind so much, after everything and I-"

He stops her with a gentle kiss to her lips, making her eyes open in surprise as he smiles as her, his own eyes shining.  “It's okay Leiyana, it's all okay.”

Leiyana throws her arms around him and for a long moment, the two of them just sat there, holding each other, tears being shed but neither caring.

Once they'd settled, Thorin got her to sit next to him and with practised fingers, he began to braid in the remaining flowers into her hair, sitting in a half crown, one of own beads added in carefully, keeping it all together.

The fire was starting to get low when he finished, only having one flower left over, the one still her hand.  “I think we should be heading back, then others will start to worry.”

He helps her to her feet, Leiyana smiling at him widely, giggling a little.  As he smiles in return, he pauses as she brushes up into his hair and with a careful but quick movement, the single flower was weaved in.

“It's not quiet tradition,” She said softly.  “But I think it's perfect as it is.”

“It is,” he agreed, his hand brushing her cheek, admiring his work in her hair.  “And you are stunning.”

They stood closer together, heat creeping into her cheeks as Thorin's gaze drifts to her lips.  “Thorin…I…”

His other hand came up, his thumb brushing along her lip before he meets her look with a question.

Taking a deep breath, she nods and Thorin leans in and presses his lips gently to hers.

Eyes drifting shut, the kiss is soft at first, learning the feel of the other, the way that each of them moved, but eventually the uncertainty faded and the kiss deepened as they hold each other close, neither wanting to be the first to pull away.

It was only because they were interrupted that they did.

Fili crashed through the bush, whatever he was going to say catching in his tongue as the two of them broke away, Leiyana ducking behind Thorin with a small squeak.

Fili stammered over his words, turning bright red.

Thorin looks a little sheepish, but sighs.  “We're coming back now Fili.”

Fili's mouth closes with an audible click before he nods furiously and takes off back the way he came, making Thorin chuckle lightly, unable to help himself, shaking his head, even as he feels Leiyana rest against his back.

“That was awkward,” She mutters against him.  “Did they not trust you to find me?”

“They did,” Thorin turned, smiling at her still embarrassed look, even though she was giving a small smile too.  “But they can be obstinately curious for their own good.  He will never live that down, that's for sure.”

This makes her smile a little more, even as Thorin takes her hand and kisses. “Come on, we best head back before any more decide to rock up.”

Leiyana nods, entwining their fingers as they walk back towards the main camp, the loud voices of the others already reaching them.

Thorin gives her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.  “Leiyana?”

She meets his gaze, still smiling, the air of sadness finally mostly gone.

He can't help but kiss her forehead softly, still admiring the flowers in her hair as he smiles.  “Happy Valentine's day.”

#the hobbit #thorin #thorin x ofc #valentines day #Thorin Oakenshield #mild angst #hints of depression #fluffy ending

[iellarenuodolorian]

Mandoctober Day 12

Jawa

Words: 1k

Pairing: Only Female Mandalorian Reader

Summary: This chapter is extremely self indulgent, and I have been stumped by this prompt since the beginning. This chapter is a coping mechanism. I enjoy going out into the country on dirt roads and listening to the wind and being around absolutely no one and staring at the stars and telling them my deepest frustrations and secrets. And then crying until I feel better. This chapter is a low point for reader.

Warnings: this chapter contains talk of mental struggles and how I cope with them. If you struggle with any kind of mental challenge, read with caution. Mentions of coping with emotions and stress.

~9ABY

Spending a few days catching up with Din had been nice, but you had received a message from Bo-Katan that you were needed to resupply a clan in your home system.

This could be good, you had been feeling a little off lately and couldn’t quite place it. You knew home wasn’t really home any more. You couldn’t exactly go back and expect things to be the same as when you lived there as a child. But you also knew that you wouldn’t recognize what had once been your home. No one was left to rebuild your village. And you doubted anyone else had tried to move in and revive what had once been there.

This could be the chance you needed to find the balance inside yourself again. With all the changes Din had taken on, you found yourself wondering if maybe it was time for you to change a little too.

Some time to yourself to process and think through some of the things that had been going on lately would be helpful. You would ask Bo if you could have an extra day or two to yourself after this drop-off to just stop thinking.

You picked up the supplies, Bo asked what you had been doing the last week to need more time off but agreed because you so rarely took time to yourself, and you set off for the clan’s hideout.

Traveling through the stars never got old, but there was something to be said about spending a night on every new planet and mapping out the different constellations. A favorite game of yours was to make up your own names, and if you were lucky enough to be on different planets in the same system you enjoyed seeing the same constellations from a different angle.

The planet you were making the drop-off on was beautiful. It had almost an entire hemisphere of rolling grassy plains. There were a few larger rivers crossing through some of the larger valleys that seemed to all flow into a large ocean near the equator.

The grassy plains made your heart soar to a different time, when life was simpler and the innocence of youth was still with you.

Having successfully unloaded the supplies, you set off into the small town in search of a few supplies. You were hoping to find some Jawa’s, they always have good parts for reasonable prices, if you know how to talk them down. You were looking for some new circuitry for your helmet, a new central processor for your navicomputer, and whatever other useful parts and pieces you might stumble upon in their shop.

Finding their stall at the end of an alleyway, you bribed and cajoled with the short, mysterious creatures until you were satisfied with their price for the parts. You only had to use mild threats in their childish gibberish for a language, before you walked away satisfied with your purchase.

After returning the parts to your ship and making sure your bag was packed with the necessary camping supplies, you changed into your disguise again. Before leaving, you locked your ship up tight just in case those nefarious jawa’s decided to be brave and stupid and try to steal from you.

You set off across town to the fathier stables. You had learned to ride a mount similar to orbaks as a child, because walking to some of the farther fields would have taken an entire day. They were good mounts, useful for riding and pulling the grain carts.

You had missed riding, and this trip was meant to help you let go of all the emotions that you had been keeping bottled up inside you for so long now.

You saddled your mount, and took off out of town and into the rolling hills. You had studied a map of the area before leaving, and knew that for kilometers in any direction there were just scattered farms across the plains. There was a small wooded area that you wanted to make it to for the night, figuring it would be the perfect place to set up camp and stare at the stars.

It felt so freeing to feel the wind through your hair as you galloped across the plains. The rhythmic thumps of the fathier’s hooves on the grass, the feeling of the late afternoon sun on your face, the smell of the grass and dirt, the quiet peacefulness that can only be found when no other living thing is near.

You came across a small stream after riding for a while. You stopped to let your fathier drink, and you stripped off your boots and socks and rolled your trousers up and stepped into the stream. The cool water instantly made your heart soar. You tilted your head back and laughed. It had been so long since you had indulged in such a simple pleasure. Bending down to put your hands in the water, you brought a couple scoops up to your face and neck, reveling in the refreshing cool feeling brought to your skin.

After wading in the water for a bit, you sat down in the grass along the bank and let the sun dry your skin before putting your boots back on and setting off for your chosen camping ground.

You were glad you had chosen to ride the direction of the setting sun. It was getting close to sunset and you had found a ridge to sit on and watch the colors play across the sky. The edge of the treeline wasn’t too far away, and it wouldn’t take you long to pitch your rudimentary tent and set up your motion detector for the night.

In the waning oranges and pinks that faded into the dark blue sky, you ate your favorite snack for dinner. As you laid back on your blanket, you watched the stars come out, and with each constellation you found you let another emotion you had been holding back go.

By the end of the night you were crying tears of relief and being able to finally let go. You cried until you fell asleep, and in your dreams, you dreamt of the silver Mandalorian again. Except when you woke up the next morning, you realized you thought you knew who this Mandalorian was. You had just spent some time with him, and you knew there was someone you needed to go see. Hopefully she could answer some of the questions now running through your mind.

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[aurelacs]

Ten of Wands

An Ezra/F!OC Red Dead Redemption AU

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

CONTENT: mentions of spousal abuse, ezra is doing his best

A/N: Howdy! This one’s going to be a little short because I sort of dug myself into a hole, but next chapter will be longer! I said this would be a slow burn :). And I have Plans :)).

This is set in the Red Dead Redemption universe, however there’s no spoilers for either game, and you don’t need to have prior knowledge of the games to understand the fic. I’m just using RDR for the setting and the time period (1899). Hope you enjoy!

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II. The Tower

Ezra was intolerable. 

His proclivity for talking mindlessly grated against Annie’s ears, who had grown so used to her mostly wordless self and husband. Even before she married, she was never one to speak much. Their first afternoon and night together was spent listening to him speak cryptically about the so-called “dealings” he had in the towns on the way to Armadillo. He spoke in code about certain men he needed to speak with, small jobs, some of which he called “ harmless errands,” as if that had any meaning to her. She couldn’t figure out when he took the chance to breathe. What all made it worse was Ezra’s incessant need to pry. Even though she did her best to pay attention, he still broke through. Her name, her life, what she was doing in Valentine, did she live in Valentine, how it was strange to meet a woman who was unmarried. Every question stung, dug a little deeper, until it felt like a hole torn in her sternum. For the time being, her one worded answers sufficed, but she could tell he was getting antsy. 

The one dealing he was upfront with was an apparent debt collection he had in Blackwater. It felt nearly unacceptable to Annie. Blackwater wasn’t too far off course, but it was enough that it made her worry about bounty hunters catching either of their scents. Ezra assured her they wouldn’t be there long, but for Annie it felt as empty as every other word he had said since they reached the camp. 

Annie hoped to find respite from Ezra as they settled in for the night, only to be greeted by the fact that he even spoke in his sleep. Nowhere near the winded soliloquies like when he was awake, but enough that it kept her awake well into the evening. There would be periods of silence long enough where she believed herself to be safe, and he would start up again. His words were never coherent; mindless babbles that effortlessly escaped through his pursed lips and furrowed brow. The light from the fire reflected against the curious patch of blonde hair that sat above his right temple. It wasn’t until what felt like hours after Ezra had first settled in for the night that Annie’s eyes grew too heavy to keep open, and she fell asleep. 

Ezra wasn’t at camp when Annie woke up the next morning. She half expected all of his belongings to have disappeared with him, but when she rose to check, she saw his bedroll still laid out under his tent. She splashed some cool water from the river on her face to wake her up further before reigniting the fire that went out during the night. 

“It is always nice to be in the company of another early-riser like myself.” Ezra’s voice was accompanied by the sound of gentle hoof steps as he led his horse closer to the camp. Two rabbit carcasses hung from the back of his saddle. His plan for the day, he said while unhooking the rabbits and beginning to cook them over the fire, was to head to Strawberry to take care of his first “errand.” The town was a couple hours west in the right direction. Annie didn’t feel the need to state her objections just yet. Ezra, for the time being, was the rope that could pull her out of the mire. With as deep as she found herself, she had little other choice. He pulled Annie out of her thoughts and urged her to eat, eager to make their way. He spoke fondly of Strawberry as he ate, like heaven and earth moved to accommodate the river town. He told her she wouldn’t believe how clean it was compared to Valentine. 

“When the sun reaches its peak, it reflects upon the river like a luminous sapphire. It makes the entire town shine a blue the likes of which you have never seen, I assure you.” Ezra refused to stop speaking about it even as they packed up and began their journey. Annie quickly tuned him out. This was the furthest west she had ever been, even if the scenery had barely changed. The greenery felt more lush, the dirt of the road seemed to sink under the horse’s hooves differently. She wanted to take everything in as the threat of never seeing it again loomed over her. The thought gripped at her chest, ate at her to the point where she wanted to scream as though it was the only way to release the building energy. 

It was hard to balance herself on the back of Ezra’s horse without touching him in some way. It felt inappropriate to grip her arms around his waist as the Belgian Draft wobbled along the worn path, but not holding on at all threatened to see her fall off entirely.  Her cheeks warmed unpleasantly at the thought of putting her hands on another man while she was married, even if it was solely for practical reasons. Even if she was no longer married. Annie let out a beleaguered sigh and wrapped her arms around Ezra, minding to keep as much of her body away from his. If he noticed her awkward position, or that she was holding on in the first place, he didn’t remark on it. 

“So, little bird, why do you need to get to Armadillo?”

Annie hesitantly remained silent. The question sent a small pang of fear down her spine, further adding to the tightness in her chest. Her bounty poster still sat folded and tucked into the satchel that hung across her body. Had he looked while she slept? She had given him so little the day prior that perhaps he felt the need to check for himself, and asking her now was just a test of how honest she would be for the rest of their time together. 

“I heard there was a ranch nearby there that was hiring.” 

Ezra turned his head to look at her and smiled affirmatively. “I do not know where the MacFarlanes find enough money to maintain their operation but there they are. The ranch is like a town within itself. I’m sure they’ll have something for you.” He paused for a moment. “If not, there are always plenty of general stores to rob.” Annie could feel his back shake as he chuckled at his own joke. She had the urge to smack him, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to knock the derby hat off his head and into the mud below them. 

“As I mentioned earlier, we are stopping in Strawberry because of a small enterprise I have that involves the post officers of this fine country. After I speak with him, we can be on our way to Blackwater.” 

“I don’t see why we need to stop in Blackwater. It’s out of the way and I don’t want to give the b-... posse from Valentine more time to find us.” 

“We have already crossed into West Elizabeth, the meager posse of a shithole of a town is not going to bother crossing state lines to look for a man that robbed a shopkeep of fourteen dollars. Unless it’s not just the posse about which we have reason to be concerned,” he laughed. Annie stayed silent.

Ezra pulled the reins on his horse to signal it to stop. Dread flooded Annie’s body once more. It wasn’t the volume at which Ezra held his voice, but his tone. It paralyzed her to the point where he had to pry Annie’s arms off of his waist to hop off and look up at her as she sat, frozen. The tone meant hurt. It meant anguish and run and cower. But nothing of that nature followed the tone as he paced silently back and forth a couple steps away, his hands resting on his waist. 

“Little bird, I have been more than forthcoming with my information and backstory and I do not find it to be fair that you have since chosen to give me absolutely nothing.” 

“Stop calling me little bird.” It was all she could muster. 

Ezra’s voice softened as he approached. His question was hushed, like he didn’t want his horse to hear, like speaking it any louder would cause the truth he didn’t want to acknowledge emerge out of her so harshly that she would break. “Do we need to be concerned about more than a posse?” 

“No.” Annie’s voice shook as the word fell from her throat. She didn’t know why he insisted on pressing the matter when they both made it clear that they didn’t want to accept whatever truth Annie was hiding, though hers was far deeper than she knew Ezra could anticipate. 

“I am not getting back on that horse until you tell me what the hell is going on.” 

Annie was on the verge of tears as she reached into her satchel to pull out her bounty poster, still undisturbed. She handed it to Ezra and refused to make eye contact as he scanned over it. She focused above his eyes: his eyebrows, his forehead, the blonde patch that continued to poke out beneath the brim of his hat. His laughter rang through her ears.

“Do you really expect me to believe that you are a murderer?”   

Annie looked at him sheepishly. If only she were able to project the image of her husband into Ezra’s mind. Blood pooling, chest open, dozens of pellets boring small holes into the wall and stairs. Would he be able to feel her fear? Tears did pour as the horrid sight refused to leave her mind despite how hard she pushed it. She jumped when Ezra reached out to gingerly touch her leg in comfort. 

“Would you like to get down?”

“No. Can we please just keep going?” 

He nodded his head silently and hopped back on. Ezra was quiet the rest of the ride, and Annie didn’t want to admit how much, in that moment, she needed his speech. 

*

Strawberry didn’t quite live up to Ezra’s proclamations, but Annie couldn’t deny that it was pretty. And it certainly was nicer than Valentine. The town was built around the river, framed with elevated water flumes that ran from the mine above it. Each building was made from the same dark wood, giving it a sense of uniformity and quaintness that Valentine lacked with its painted siding. The roads were still dirt but miraculously weren’t muddy. Some spots even had flowers growing along the banks. Ezra hitched his horse on a post outside of a depot. 

“I need to stop in here for a minute. If you’d like, up this road is the hotel. You do not seem up for much more traveling today.”

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Ezra was right. It was hard to allow the thought that he could possibly read her, even as well as her husband. Annie had overheard people in Valentine speak about the hotel. The mayor apparently wanted Strawberry to become a tourist destination for visitors of West Elizabeth and spared no expense for the hotel and town surrounding. As Ezra disappeared into the depot, Annie made her way up the incline. Her feet itched to make their way to the sheriff’s office to see if her poster was hung here as well, but resisted the urge. The act begged attention, and it’s possible this sheriff kept his notice board inside the office, which beckoned its own set of problems. 

The best word Annie could muster for Strawberry’s hotel was ‘cozy.’ It was dimly lit with oil lanterns and from the light outside that filtered in through the windows. A gentleman stood by the front desk in a full suit, hands clasped behind his back. He greeted her with a “madame” as she walked in. The action nearly floored her. The man gestured over to a small board that listed the services the hotel offered and the prices: bed and bath, both a dollar each. Annie paused. It seemed foolish, overindulgent, to spend money on a bath, but her bones ached something unknown deep into the marrow that acted as a lure to drag Annie’s hand into her satchel, and dig out two dollars. 

The bath room was upstairs on the right side of a landing, directly next to one of the two bedrooms the hotel housed. Steam had already begun to gather on the windows from the copper tub situated directly in the middle of the room. It also held a small cabinet with fresh towels, and a small table littered with tinctures and labeled vials. Annie stared at them all, taken aback by the sheer amount of oils they had, some of which she had never heard of. She poured in the one that simply read ‘rose’ and slunk into the scalding water. 

Annie could have fallen asleep right there, enshrouded in the warm water and cradled by the heat of the tub. She dunked herself under and stayed there, letting it wrap around her over and over until she needed a breath. It was tempting. The warmth of the bath, the extended moments of privacy, the lock on the door, all called to her an enchanting song that coaxed her hand from down her sternum, to her belly, to the bundle of nerves at her core, when someone knocked.

“How about some company, honey,” a sugar sweet voice rang out from behind the door. A woman paid by the hotel to accompany the weary travelers who stumbled in. It wasn’t for her. 

Even with the embarrassment creeping up her chest, Annie still managed to stay in the bath until long after the water went cold. It had been months since a proper bath, and she didn’t want to leave. When she left the bathroom, she checked three times to make sure no one was on the landing or coming up the stairs before making her way into her room in her towel. The bed took up most of the small room and Annie shed her towel and sank far into the covers with no regard for sleeping clothes or anyone walking in.  

Her dreams that night were of her, naked, surrounded by darkness, a nameless figure with a blonde patch of hair buried between her legs.  

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Prompt: You`re a killer, dumping your latest victim into the river. Just as you`re about to be done, you spot another person; Doing the same thing. And they just spotted you.

I can`t remember which blog I spotted it off and it was about two years ago but here we are. Have some murder buddies.

5. The number was slowly climbing. Killing was easier than I had expected. As a species, we clearly, are not meant to survive; poor hearing, relatively slow reflexes and we don’t listen to our instincts – When the hairs on the back of your neck stand up; don’t ignore it.

Tonight’s victims: A short middle-aged man with surprisingly long black hair, almost like a drummer but it didn’t seem to match. People were a mystery, but you know, it worked for some. With a sigh, I lugged the body out of the car (don’t worry, he was all wrapped up safe and the car was covered so definitely no fingerprints) and rolled it toward the river (because boy was this guy heavy!) and kicked him in after adding a few rocks to his feet; after all, I couldn’t have him floating to the surface now could I? With a grin, I dusted my gloved hands on my jeans and looked out across the moonlit water when…

FUCK! HOLY FUCK! Across the river there was a woman with light blond hair and an open mouth and not to mention, she was. STARING. AT.ME! I`m pretty sure she had just seen me kick my latest body into the water. OH SHIT! She knew, I was caught, I was going to jail, it was all over!

Wait….

The girl smiles at me as she raises a similarly gloved hand before, she too, rolls her own body into the water.

THIS CHICK WAS A KILLER TOO! Plot twist of the fucking century.

I wasn’t going to jail! and hey…she was waving at me…maybe she wanted to be friends? Murder friends? Is that a thing? Do people do that? Huh…only one way to find out, I guess. Well, unless she tries to murder me but I`m pretty good at it sooooo I suppose we`ll see on that front.  With a smile, waved back and held up my finger to show I was on the way, watched her nod enthusiastically before jumping in my truck and heading over.

 She was lingering by the trees, her hair tucked behind her ears and…a baseball bat…a bloody baseball bat in her hand. Welp. Guess I wasn’t the only one that was nervous.

“Hey” I opened with a half-wave, making sure one hand was touching the hilt of the knife that I kept hidden in my jeans. Safety first.

“Hi…I umm…I saw you with the, well, you know. Its cool to know we pick the same lake” she blurted, stepping a little closer and lowering the bat.

“Yeah, I gotta say, I was pretty surprised to be honest.”

“Me too! Although it was random, I mean this was my first umm, thing, I`m just hoping I`ve done it right.” I couldn’t help but smile at her shyness, it was actually kind of sweet.

“This is my fifth, he was actually a little boring, he didn’t even run or anything.” I told her with a huff, the first guy I killed had been so much more exciting; all the screaming and running away and the begging! It was great, especially when he was an absolute dick to everyone. She giggled a little.

“Mine was sleeping, didn’t even see it coming.” It was a good start, easy and she couldn’t get caught.

“Clever, I like it.” The smile I got in response was worth the comment.

“I`m Casey”

“Melina”

“Will you do it again? You know, killing?” Casey asks quietly, lowering her bat completely and stepping a little closer.

“Probably, I`ve got a rapist on my list. That guy has got to go.” I told her seriously, cocking my head slightly when she opened her mouth, didn’t say anything, and then closed it again. Casey took a breath and opened her mouth again.

“Could I…I mean…Could I come with you? Learn? And you know, maybe help? I mean, not like you need help at all. You`ve clearly got this down but it would be nice for me you know?” Now the rambling was cute, really cute and the little blush was adorable. I didn’t even have to think.

“Sure, definitely.”

“Really?! Really?! Oh! That it so exciting!” Casey practically squealed, her bat clattering on the floor as she practically flung herself at me for a hug. I let out a little laugh and hugged her back just as tight.

“I`m thinking Thursday? You free?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as I pulled back.

“Thursday! Yep, Thursday is really good. Do you want to take my number?” Casey was already pulling out her phone and before I knew it, she`d sent me a text and we were planning a ‘murder date’…at the coffee shop…at the park…I mean, at least it came with hot drinks and well, good company. She grinned at me one last time.

“I`ll see you Thursday then!” and with that, she was jumping into her car and speeding away – it never was good to linger. I shook my head and pulled off my gloves as I watched her tail lights disappear into the woods. Who thought murder could lead to friends?

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Murder buddies, that is definitely what we are. Casey and I had literally spent the whole afternoon together, chatting about people we hate (because for murderers that is an excellent conversation starter) …and we ended up on dogs? I mean, dogs are great, but it is not where I thought our conversation would lead to. At all. Anyway, back to Casey, the girl…well…woman, she is 23, lives down town in a small apartment with her German Shepard called Mika, she`s into reading and she honestly sounds like she has the biggest DVD collection which I`m quite frankly jealous of, and she works in a Library. We were actually pretty similar; out favourite show was Game of Thrones, we shared a mutual love for the Inheritance Cycle and we were both big dog girls. Even if we hadn’t met when we were getting rid of evidence, I`m pretty sure we would have been the best of friends regardless.

“So we`re meeting at yours on Saturday, 8pm?” Casey questioned as she placed her second empty coffee cup on the table, brushing a strand of blond hair out of her face with a frown. Okay, 8 was a little early to meet up for murder but I know that they`re showing some Game of Thrones re-runs and it would be nice to hang out for a little bit and well of course, talk about the murder we were planning, mostly the murder. Its not like I wanted to cuddle up to her and make her smile. Nope. Definitely not. Nope. Murder buddies, that’s it.

“Yeah, I could pick up take away maybe? It would probably be easier.” Lie. Liar. Liar. It was not easier, not for me and not for her.

“As long as its pizza or Chinese.”

“Pizza it is, there is this great place downtown.”

“Great! I`ll text you what I`m feeling because honestly that can change by the hour, never mind the day.” I let out a soft chuckle and nodded in response, I certainly knew that feeling. Casey grabbed her bag with a happy sigh and stood up.

“I`m sorry I`ve got to leave, Mika has a vet appointment. Silly guy got his head stuck in between two of the fence posts in the park and has cut his whole neck. I swear to god he has no brain cells.” She closed her eyes, definitely contemplating how Mika was that stupid, before she headed off with a last wave.

I smiled to myself and headed up to the till to pay off my tab, pausing when the guy looked confused.

“Your tab has already been paid for…By the blond girl you were with?” The poor cashier hedged. I simply bobbed my head in response and walked out of the café, barely paying attention to my surroundings as I thought it over.

Shed paid for my drink (and my cake but that’s not the point) as well as her own…I mean, we had got separate tabs to kinda prevent this and she just paid for it? Did it mean something? Was she just thanking me for letting her join me on Saturday? Or was this something else….

Nope. Its nothing. Casey is just that friendly and that’s that. There are no hidden feelings behind it, not from her and…um…not from me so were good, I`ll just beat her to it next time. You know, you snooze, you loose and all that jazz. I stopped in the middle of the path and grinned to myself.

I was definitely paying for takeaway on Saturday.

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Second chance with my teen crush

I was 15 when I saw Rai McCoy for the first time, I was new to the tiny sleepy english village and she lived in the house next door. It was so tiny that all there were just a few little shops and a lot of farms surrounding the area, me and Rai were the only teen girls in the whole village. Maybe that’s why she hung out with me, she was 17 and in the city I had grown up in she wouldn’t of looked twice at me. But here we would always be hanging out after school and at the weekends, she was tall with short brown hair. She didn’t seem to mind that I was shy and sometimes nervous around her at first, but the more time I spent with her the more confident I got.

We both went to the same secondary school and would take the bus together to it, but at school we were part of different worlds. She was a sixth former and I was doing my GCSE’s, but sometimes I swear she would give me a secret smile if we passed each other. When we were together we would spend hours listening to her music or climbing to the top of a tree and carving our names into it or swimming in the wide river that ran by our village. 

One hot summer afternoon we were taking turns jumping into the deep river, hoping it would cool us off. We had not planned on doing this so neither of us were in swimsuits, when we finally left the water her top was now see through. She caught me looking at her sports bra, it was the first time I noticed she had boobs too. It sounds silly but she had always been such a tomboy, suddenly it clicked that she was this amazing person but also an attractive girl. We had spoken about many things together, but never boys I guess because neither of us are really into them. I knew right then that I liked her because she wasn’t like the other girls who wore make up, she was my first crush.

I though she would get upset seeing where I was looking but to my surprise she took my hand and led me into the forest, “I’m getting a right rash, stay lookout while I take it off.” But to my surprise she doesn’t turn around, she takes off her top right in front of me. But she doesn’t look embarrassed she smiles a smile that puts a warm feeling in my belly, she takes off her bra and drops it to the floor. Then stepping towards me she asks for my permission with her eyes before taking my hand at bring it to her breast, it’s so soft and warm. I feel so safe and then with my hand still on her breast we kiss, I take my hand away and bring both my hands onto her back holding her naked torso close. When we break away she slips her shirt back on, then grabs her sports bra off the floor. I take her held out hand and we start to walk back to her’s.

From that point on it didn’t feel like anything changed between us but more our relationship grew, back then we weren’t able to even utter the word lesbian or bi or girlfriend but we didn’t mind what we were we just knew we belonged to each other. 

Being 2 years older Rai had always been a bit more advanced sexually then I was, but she never pushed me to do anything I wasn’t ready for. So the most of we did when hanging in the woods was kissing and the occasional exploring each others bodies, Rai told me she wanted our first time not to be a secret in the woods. But eventually it was time for her to go to uni, we both knew I wouldn’t be able to visit and long distance would never work. So we said goodbye tearfully hoping to see each other again one day, I kept hiding my sexuality focusing only on men until one day I saw her again.

After a bad breakup I was forced to move back in with my parents, I saw her in the back garden so I knew that she was still living next door. Usually I would rush over and find out how she was doing but I had a souvenir from my last relationship, I was pregnant and almost full term at that. It wasn’t that I was ashamed that I was pregnant it was that I had slept with someone else, although I was bi and had been with men somehow I wanted Rai to know that I had never felt closer to anyone as much as to her. 

I wanted a chance to explain myself before she assumed anything I guess, but then my mum told me that she had already told next door that I was back. I knew that I had to see Rai, I didn’t want her thinking I was avoiding her. So I took a deep breath and picked up the house phone, it hadn’t been since I was a teen I had rang Rai. I was surprised when she told me that her parents had moved and she now owned the house, I wondered if she had a partner or family to fill the house. My curiosity got the better of me and I asked her out to dinner, looks like she would be seeing me that evening in all my pregnant glory.

I got to the pub early securing myself a booth, the table hid my bump quite nicely. It wasn’t long before I saw Rai approach smiling. I only had a quick glimpse of her before, now I could see that she look pretty much the same just more mature. I wondered if she had a wedding ring on, I looked and saw her hands were clear of rings.   

We sat and the conversation flowed so naturally, it felt like no time had passed at all. She was so gorgeous in her check shirt and skinny jeans, I wanted her back in my life so bad. We ordered food and the hours passed so quick, a few times I caught myself staring at her wondering if she had someone at home waiting on her. I knew I had to ask, “What's been going on since the last time I saw you?” I asked.

"You mean since I was 18 and went to uni?" She said with a laugh "I moved back in with my parents after 4 years and a huge student loan, I started a business fixing computers and re-selling them. Then my parents moved south and I decided to buy my childhood home from them, I have too many good memories here to leave this place behind just yet. You were a part of many of them" she adds and I blush.

“Really, that's pretty cool. You a part of my best memories from here” I say before asking "so is it just you in the house?".

“At first it was" she says, and I feel my heart sink. "But then I did up the other 2 rooms and now I rent them out on air b and b. I thought it might be nice to have a bit of company".

“What do you mean?” I asked assuming she must of had girlfriends in the past or be dating.

“Well" she seemed to be the one blushing now "After I got back I didn't really have any substantial relationships so I've been a bit lonely, I met a few girls at uni but nothing that led anywhere. But enough about me, what about you?"

So I tell her about my job in the city and how I'm now back here, that I am also single. Leaving out my impending motherhood, but when I finished talking Rai gave me one of her no nonsense looks. "My mother told you didn't she?" I said.

She laughed "of course she did, I love your mother to pieces but we both know she's a gossip." I can't help but laugh, Rai is probably one of the few people I would let call my mother a gossip. So I tell Rai about how I was in but had been with only men, and how my last relationship had become boring and dry. But unfortunately one of our last attempts had caused my current condition.

“What did he say when he did find out”, Rai asked chewing on some bread from her meal.

"At the point I found out he's already moved on and found someone else, so he tells me he will financially support the child but that's it."

"So because he found someone else he doesn't want to even meet his child? Well at least he is paying his way" Rai says "but this is why I'm glad I never mix with men".

"I'm done with them, the only relationship I've ever enjoyed I was with a woman" I say with a laugh.

"I thought you had only dated men since I went to uni?" She asked rasing an eyebrow.

"I did" I say shyly "but you know, we were a relationship kinda".

Rai gave me a shy smile before starting to slide from the booth, “I’m done with my meal, lets go for a walk so we can stretch our legs."

I had already finished my food and we had paid when we ordered so I had no issue. Leaving the booth I revealed my large round and low hanging belly, Rai looked at me for a while a faint smile on her face.

She held out her hand and we walked outside, “how about a walk down memory lane?" She asked.

"Sure" I say wondering where she means, the pub was in walking distance of both our homes so we didn't have our cars with us.

Rai and I swing our grasped hands as we walk, she asks me "so why didn't you wanna tell me about the baby. I mean you obviously wanted to see me, but you didn't want me to know about the kid?"

“Well, I wasn’t sure you would go running off into the hills, I guess I didn't want to bring up my romantic history before I was ready." After a few minutes I know exactly where we are heading, and I smiled but Rai seemed to be thinking.

"It doesn't both me that your bi or that you've been with guys, I don't expect anything from you. But at the same time if something happens then I'd welcome it, I know that for some a child counts as baggage but not for me. We are both adults who've lived lives since the last time we were together."

"I'd like something to happen" I say before I can stop myself.

To my surprise Rai stops walking and let's go of my hand before, wrapping me in a warm embrace. “I have waited so long to see you again” she whispers in my ear and I feel like I’m back where I belong. 

We only part when my child gives Rai a large kick, “oh gosh sorry” I say embarrassed and disappointed the moment is gone. 

“No worries” she said, “that was a strong kick, how much longer do you have till the baby is due?”

“Any day now” I confess “since I’m so close to home I didn’t think it would be a problem”.

“Well as long as you tell me if it’s go time”

“Oh you’ll be the first to know after the little one let’s me know” I joke taking her outstretched hand and we keep walking.

"Even if it didn't happen today, i mean like would you let me be here for the birth" she asks looking a little nervous as she asks.

I can't help but smile, "Rai McCoy holding me as I gave birth, now that would really be something. I think if your truely seroius about sticking by us, then I would like nothing more".

We stop walking again and she tells me “this child doesn’t have to be a symbol of a failed relationship, it can be the start of a new one. Between you and me, if that’s what you want. Don’t decide anything yet, but think about it okay?”

"I already know I want you to raise this child with me". She smiles and we keep walking.

But the thing is I don’t want to tell her but I just then feel I dull pain, a bit like when I am on my period. I know I just promised but I don’t want our time together to end yet, especially if she is taking me where I think she is. While we walk I use my other hand to rub my belly, trying not to let on how uncomfortable I’m suddenly feeling. 

“Everything alright? The baby given you hell?” she asked laughing.

“Yeah” I said trying to put a smile on my face, I hope if I don’t think about it I won’t feel it anymore. But the prefect distraction takes my attention, the concrete path was turning into the dusty dirt one that lead to the river and forest we used to go to when we were teens. 

The memories came flooding back for both of us it seemed as Rai had a huge grin on her face too, we walked down the steep path that lead to the wide river. “I can’t believe we used to run down this path, how did we not fall head over heals”.

“I guess we were too busy falling head over heals in other ways” I said clinging onto Rai to keep myself from falling. Rai looked concerned for a second, but before she could say anything I said “I’m fine, just my centre of gravity has changed. So, when was the last time you went to the river?” I asked trying to distract Rai.

“Right after I got back from uni for Christmas during my first year, but it never felt the same. You had gone to your grandmothers, this place isn’t special without you” she said softly. We stopped at the bottom of the path, “what about you?”

“All the time, I would come here to remember you and us I guess. You were more then a first crush, you were my first love” I said. It felt effortless to tell Rai these things. 

“You were my only love” she said, “I guess I never got over you”.

“I tried but I never got over you either” I said, Rai stepped closer and then took my hand and pressed it against my belly her hand over mine.

"I can't believe your back in my life with a chance to be a family due any day now".

“I just don't want that family life to start right this moment ” I half joke and we kissed, my heart beat fast in my chest. I felt 16 again kissing my best friend, I felt 15 again seeing her for the first time. But now I was able to keep her and be with her forever. 

Another mild cramp clenches in my belly, I just need to keep ignoring it for a while longer. Then I have an idea, "why don't we have a dip in the river? Just like when she were teens, the weather is perfect for it. We can just wear our underwear, we will dry in seconds afterwards." I know that the water will help with the pain, plus it eould be nice to relive the memories.

Rai looks at me for a second and shrugs "I mean I suppose it woukd be nice". We start removing our clothes, Rai helps me with mine and we wade into the water hand in hand.

When we get knee deep Rai takes a proper look at me, my arms naturally wrap around myself. I know I don't look as hot as I did as a teen, my belly covered in stretch marks and breasts now long and heavy with milk. But Rai seems to be looking at me like I'm a piece of art, "pregnancy suits you." She says softly, then continuing, "its a shame i didn't get to watch you grow and develop with child".

"There's always next time" I hear myself saying, but I wonder where it came from. A next time? I hardly have finished being pregnant this time.

“Next time, I like the sound of that” she said, then after a moment or two passed she looked at the water. I squeezed her hands and we get deeper into the river careful of the tide, we don't want to be swept away.

She held me protectively and it felt great to be in her strong arms again, my breasts against her forearms both covered in little droplets.

I was right about the water helping, but I knew that once we were out the water I would have to tell her it was time. But till then I enjoyed splashing and chatting more, but mainly we floated next to each other.

"My belly looks so huge" I said,

Rai laughed, "it's very pregnant, I think you look beautiful. I think your baby will be beautiful, I'm just so happy”.

“Me too" I say, then I don't know who kissed who but our lips connected, and we fell into a deep passionate embrace both trying to stsy afloat.

"Maybe we should get back on land" she saud stroking my face.

"NO" I insisted, Rai looked at me curiously.

Her hand slid smoothly over my belly, "everything okay?"

I nodded "please" I say, for a second I don't know if she knows that I'm begging for this moment to continue for a little longer before rushing to the hospital or if she just thinks I want to enjoy the river longer. She draws me close, holding me with one arm and exploring my body with the other. The memories just kept flooding back, her exploring my body wasn't just sexual it was her way of showing me how much she loved me.

As our legs intertwined as I pulled her hips against mine, "I got you" she whispered. We kissed again and again, until I let out a moan againt her lips. I knew just then that these were contractions, my labour was progressing. I had hoped that I could pretend it was a moan of pleasure but my face gave me away twisting in pain.

"I know it’s time, I felt your belly just harden" Rai said and I just nodded. Without a word Rai gathered me and got me to the river bank.

“I’m sorry” I said “I just wanted some time just you and me before...” but Rai shh’d me.

“It’s okay, I understand. But lets get you to my car so we can get you to the hospital”. She helps me get dressed before I watch he dress herself, so rough compared to how gently she helped me get dressed. I felt my belly tighten again and Rai came straight over, she kept a hand on my back as we climbed the steep path. 

I kept stopping rubbing my low belly, “this isn’t helping, infact I think walking against gravity is making my labour progress”. 

“Once we get on the flat I can carry you” she offered and we kept moving, I looked forward to sitting in the car once we were outta here. I tried to pant though the pain but it was getting more intense, “this baby is in a hurry too meet you” I said and Rai looked worried. 

As soon as we got to the top of the slope I clung onto a bench, I started to feel a lot of pressure. I swayed my hips and released a groan I didn’t realise I had been holding inside of me. “Naaahhhhhhhh hooo hoo naaaagggggaaaaa”. 

Rai went pale, “are you pushing?” she asked.

“No no” I reassured her, “I think I’m gonna be okay now that it’s a flat path”.    

“Still want me to carry you?” she offered, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to risk any sudden movements that might squeze this kid outta me.

“Then lets hope walking isn't making it worse”, she said not hidding the worry that was conveyed on her face.

Just before I could respond I felt a contraction that was like a vice like grasp around my middle. "Ohhhhhh noooooo, no no nooooooohhhh gaaaahhhhhhh" I moaned. Rai put her hands on me to keep me steady, "gaaaahhhh the pressurrrrrrre its tooooooo muchhhhhhh" I moaned.

"Dam I wish we weren't so far from the main road, there is no way I can even explain to an ambulance crew where we are. But I honestly don't think we are gonna make it back home in time, let alone drive you to the hospital."

I put my head on her shoulder, "I wish we jad stayed down by the river, the water helped with the pain" I said glad my contraction was over.

"Me too, but we will have to make do with what we have around us. I don't think it's wise to move you much further". With that Rai carried me to a patch of grass in time for me to hold onto a tree as another contraction took over.

"Gaaaaahhhhhhh" I moaned "ohhhhh ohhhh GAAAAAAAHHHHH" and then something inside me realised as I felt my waters break and trickle down my leg before becoming a gush. I could feel gravity pulling the baby down into my birth canal, the primal urge to push took over. My legs bend as I sqaut slightly, I can sense Rai can see whsts happened as rubbing my back and letting me do my thing.

"That's it" she whispers, "just follow what your bodies telling you to do. Your gonna be an amazing mother, no wonder our baby is wanting to come meet you."

My contraction ends and I feel my body relax before it tenses up again for the next one. I keep pushing and breathing, it didn't take long until I felt the head against my cervix. "Gaaaaahhhhh, our baby is about to start crowning".

"Don't push anymore, we need to remove your panties" Rai reminded me.

"TAKE MY DRESS OFF FIRST" I shouted agreeing I needed to be able to push the child out without my clothes being in the way. The dress was easy to take of but my panties was another matter, I was in such a deep sqaut at this point and there was no way I could straighten up. "I can't" I explained in the precious few seconds between contractions “it’s too late the baby's coming out.”

I couldn't fight it, now I was pushing I had to continue. My lips parted more and more as my baby crowned, soon there was a bulge between my legs. Rai was now on her knees behind me and I held the tree for support, she put her hand on the hard round mass that was our childs head as it emerged. "Thats it, keep going." She encoraged me as I strained to deliver the child, she held my underwear out the way as finally the head popped out of me.

“Make sure the cord…” I started to say.

"Don't worry theres nothing around the babies neck" she confirmed and I continued to push, now battling the shoulders. I moaned as the baby's shoulders were hard to birth, but then I was surprised as I felt the baby slide out of me.

Rai seemed ready as she caught the baby pulling my panties down in the process, I turned around and leaned against the tree. She handed me back the child as it started to cry it also pinked up. Both of us were speechless, looking down at the new life in my arm.

"You did it" she said, "our son, our first child".

I laughed "yes first of many I suppose" because we both knew that we made a great team and we couldn't wait to do this again.

[illnessandinjury]

Whumptober Day 24 - Secret Injury

ALRIGHT FUCKERS IT'S LATE BUT IT'S HERE - I wrote half of this while basically high off xanax (it's prescribed, don't come for me), so if it sucks, I blame it on that.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Summary: During a "Survival" exercise, class 1-A is sent into the woods to fend for themselves and make it through the night; it goes well, until it doesn't. The League of Villains drop of a nomu at the campsite, and chaos ensues. Bakugou kind of gets thrown into a tree and gets a bit fucked up, but neglects to mention it until he basically can't hide it any longer. Time line of the story happens before All Might retires. Warnings: Blood, violence, slight emeto. Parings: KiriBaku if you really squint, because fuck you Words: 6,713

Art and fic under the cut!!

Bakugou POV

Goddammit, Bakugou hated the outdoors. He always thought that families who went camping "for fun" were psychopaths and/or masochists. So it explains why the blonde was less than enthused when it was announced that the class would be doing a survival trip in the wilderness. Which, in the first place, didn't make any fucking sense. This wasn't boy scouts - they were all UA students, future heroes. Aizawa made some bullshit excuse that it was going to be a way to test resourcefulness and teamwork.

Everyone else in the class seemed pretty excited, seemed to be viewing it as a vacation, and Bakugou secretly added all their names to the list of "psychopaths and/or masochists". He thought maybe he could tell them he caught a bad bug and had to stay home, but Aizawa told them that the exercise was being scored as a test, and well, goddammit that just ruined that idea. There was no way out of this apparently, so Bakugou held his tongue and retired to his dorm that night to pack his bag - which mind you, there was not much they were allowed to bring. A change of clothes, and that was pretty much it. No cellphones, no electronics or any kind for that matter, they couldn't even bring books for recreation. Wanna brush your teeth in the morning? Too damn bad, use a leaf for all they cared.

The sun had barely risen and they were on their way. The bus ride was long... and fucking loud. He was sharing his seat with Kirishima, although Bakugou didn't really get a say in the matter, the spiky haired bastard just sat down and made himself at home. Mina was leaning over the seat in front of them talking excitedly to Kirishima about all the "cool and fun" things they were gonna do, who was going to build the best shelter, what kind of food they could catch, blah, blah, fucking blah. Bakugou never wished for his phone and earphones more in his life.

By the time they arrived at the site, they had to hike (yes, fucking hike) about a mile to a safe house. Apparently U.A. had a lot of these little buildings placed in the most random places ever. Basically armed with what people would need in case of emergencies. There was rationed food, water, a radio broadcaster, a TV that looked like it was straight from the 1990's, etc. Someone had also taken the time to pack all the class' hero gear into a crate which was being brought in by All Might.

Bakugou watched as Aizawa was desperately trying to get a hold of everyone's attention, before President Mic basically said, "Nah, I got this", and screamed at the top of his lungs which basically gave everyone a heart attack, but successfully got them to be quiet. Aizawa rubbed at his ears, "Yeah, okay, thanks President Mic. Anyway, students, here we start our Survival Test. Let's get the rules out of the way first. Rule number one, absolutely no use of any of your quirks. Two, if I find out that one of you managed to sneak in something on the "do not bring" list, you will be given a failing grade. And three, everyone must make their own shelter; no shaking up. Now, there will be three main areas set up, and you will all be divided between those three. I will be accompanying one-"

"And me one!" President Mic boomed. Bakugou prayed to any god that was listening that he wouldn't get stuck at that one.

"And me, of course!" All Might stood heroically.

Aizawa continues, "Yes, anyway, there's 20 of you in total so there will be one group of six, and two group of seven. These goes as follows; My group will be the one with six. I will have Aoyama, Asui, Iida, Koda, Shoji, and Tokoyami."

Present Mic took the stand next, "And I will have Mineta, Sero, Todoroki, Sato, Kaminari, Ojiro, and Mina."

Kirishima elbowed Bakugou and whispered to him, "That means we're together with All Might!" Bakugou inwardly groaned, not just that, but he was about to be paired up with fucking Deku of all people.

"And of course that means," All Might spoke next, "I will have Uraraka, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya, Hagekure, Bakugou, and Jiro."

There was a little bit of mixed groaning from those who got split up from their friends, and the gleeful cheering of those who got paired with theirs. Aizawa spoke up again, "It was all selected randomly, so if you have complaints, I really don't care. Get with your team leader, pay attention and take the lesson seriously, and we'll meet up tomorrow afternoon."

Clicking his tongue, annoyed by the whole situation, Bakugou followed Kirishima to meet up with everyone else around All Might, taking precaution to stay as far away from Deku as possible; this trip was already shitty enough, he really didn't need that fucking nerd ruining it anymore.

"Alright team!" All Might started, and then handed everyone a paper with instructions, tips, and a small map on it, "We have many tasks to do today, and not much time to do them! Everything has to be completed by nightfall or you will either wake up hungry, or be forced to sleep on nothing but dirt. I will be supervising you - after all this is for a grade. If I see someone slacking off and not pulling their weight, their grade will be docked. But," He paused, "That doesn't mean we can't have fun while we're at it!"

'Oh, gag me with a fucking spoon', Bakugou thought to himself. Round face and Deku were looking at the map and excitedly pointing things out to each other, Hagekure was jumping up and down in thrill, and Kirishima was already talking to Jiro about how they were gonna start a forest fire, which... fucking hell, let's hope not. "Alright gang, let's head out!"

They had all fucking neglected to mention the fact that the camp sites were an almost a seven mile hike away from the safe house, and by the time they got there, Bakugou was already ready to call it quits. If the summer heat paired with the hiking wasn't going to kill him, it was going to be the dozens of bug bites he's probably already gotten.

With a small huddle and deviation of tasks it seemed that Bakugou was stuck with Jiro and Kirishima to collect enough fire wood to last the night, set up animal snares (which damn, that seemed a little brutal for a school trip), finding a good source of reliable water, and of course, building their own shelter.

It was tiring, boring, irritating, and by the end of it all Bakugou's body was already covered in a light sun burn, countless thorn bush scratches, and somehow had gotten burs in his hair. They had successfully caught two rabbits, while Yaoyorozu and Hagekure had caught enough fish for them to all have at least one - so they were good on food although they were all a little grossed out by the aspect of the whole wilderness to table dining.

Bakugou set to building his shelter pretty fast but honestly had no fucking idea where to even start. There were some tips on the paper they were given, but honestly he was just stealing looks at the one Yaoyorozu was building and trying to copy it as much as possible, and pretty much failing miserably. Well... it was standing and it was big enough for him to fit under if he curled up, so Bakugou decided to count that as a win.

Night fell pretty quickly, and it was time to get the fire started and make dinner. Starting a fire was not the easiest task in the world, and after about ten minutes of a bunch of his useless classmates trying and failing to get a good spark, Bakugou just wanted to run over there and set the whole thing ablaze - but noooo, that was against the rules. After what seemed like fucking forever, the kindling caught and they had enough fire to spit roast their catches.

Turns out - unseasoned fish and rabbit? Not that fucking good. Like... at all. But with all the energy that Bakugou had spent that day completing dumb tasks out in this godforsaken forest, he didn't complain much; and just chased down the bland food with the water he collected from a nearby river earlier.

Everyone retired for the night (can he just mention the absolute fuckery it was that All Might got to bring a whole pop up tent) and Bakugou celebrated how close they were to being done with this bullshit. Wake up in the morning, tear everything down, clean up, and head back home. Hallelujah.

Of course though - things can't go that smoothly for anybody in this fucking school.

Bakugou was roused from his not very restful slumber, I mean how nice can you sleep when you're laying on a bunch of dirt and twigs, by a scream coming that ran out through air; Hagakure. At first he thought the girl had woken up to a bug crawling on her, and just turned over and tried to go back to sleep - but that wasn't the case. He heard something he would never be able to forget his whole life, a sound that was introduced to him when they first met, the heart-dropping sadistic laugh of Shigaraki.

The League of Villains.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. Bakugou jumped up from his shelter, hands immediately sparking up, looking the threat - but it was dark. The campfire had almost died down and he could barely make out some shadows, which he didn't know who was his classmates, and who were villains. By this time it seemed everyone had jolted from their sleep, mumbling to each other about what was going on, who was screaming, was it a false alarm. Maybe it was? Maybe it was a training exercise and that was the real reason the were brought out here?

Before Bakugou's brain could land on a concrete answer, there was suddenly a huge hand on his shoulder, gripping it painfully before violently flinging him backwards. He helplessly flew through the air until his body collided with a nearby tree, knocking the air from his lungs, and Bakugou swore he could hear something inside him crack. Consciousness must have left Bakugou for a second, but when he opened his eyes again things were still just as dark, and everyone was still engulfed in a confused panic.

His mouth tasted like copper, and he was briefly aware of a warm liquid lazily sliding down his forehead. Then, like a sick, sadistic light switch got flipped on, agony ripped through the blonde. Everything hurt, but the pain seemed to blossom from his left shoulder and side, and then jolt like hot electricity throughout the rest of his body. Turning his head to the side, Bakugou sit the copper from his mouth, and wiped a mixture of blood and sweat from his brow. He sat there for a while, just trying to regain his bearings, breathe through the pain. If Bakugou were a betting man, he'd guess he cracked a few of his ribs, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with the shoulder; it hurt like hell and felt... just wrong. Goddammit, every breath was like getting a knife jabbed into his side.

Another scream rang out from one his classmates, and there was suddenly a bright flash of what looked like lightening with All Might's voice ringing out an attack's name. It was quick, but it the moment of light Bakugou could see a little bit of what was going on - All Might charging at a huge, muscled humanoid; a nomu. That must have been what grabbed him and flung him around like a good damn yo-yo.

He would never admit it, but he let out a breath of relief when he saw that the rest of his classmates seemed fine,  just shaken up and starting to scramble back from the direction that All Might had projected himself towards. In the bright flash there were also no signs of other villains. It was almost like Shigaraki dropped off the nomu and just dipped out - making his head spin of where he had gone and what he was doing. He thought of the other campsites.

"Bakugou?" Kirishima's voice spoke up, soft and shaking, "Where are you?"

Trying to stand up was easier said than done; his whole body protested. As soon as any pressure was put on his left arm to try and push himself up, Bakugou's vision went white with blinding pain and he had to bite his cheek to keep from yelling out. Okay, right arm it was. Gingerly, he was able to pull himself into a somewhat steady standing position and walk, well more like limp, his way over to Kirishima. He gingerly placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, feeling Kirishima jump under it, "It's me, shitty hair."

Blindly, Bakugou reached around before his hand landed on one of the other classmate's shelter before he quickly lit it ablaze to get a better picture of what was going on, "There we fucking go."

Like he had seen earlier, all of the other classmates were fine and accounted for. Following the noises of the fight, Bakugou was able to get a clear look at All Might; hand to hand with the nomu and trying to push him backwards. The first idea that popped into Bakugou's mind was to help his teacher out and join the fight, but with his busted arm and ribs, he didn't think he'd be much use. Of course the most competent one here would get put on a fucking crutch.

Suddenly All Might spoke up, his voice booming through the stagnant night air and echoing off the trees, "Listen, students, I need you all to hurry back to the safe house. The other teachers will tell the rest of the students to do the same. Once you're-" He was cut off by the nomu taking a swing at him which he successfully dodged and was able to knock the creature back a bit, "Once you're there, radio the school. Tell them what's going on. Fight only if absolutely necessary, and stick together."

Running was the absolute last thing Bakugou wanted to do - that was such a weak thing to do, so cowardly. He wanted to yell back at All Might and tell him that wasn't going to fucking happen, but the nomu jumped on him again and they locked up together again, "Go!"

Yaoyorozu ran up to Bakugou and the other students who were now standing closely together under the flames that he had created earlier, "I memorized the map from the paper, let's get the hell out of here," she took note of the worry written on some of the other student's faces, "All Might can handle it. He's counting on us to do our part in this situation too."

Okay, yeah, easier said than done, Bakugou thought. Just a moment ago he was wanting to rush in to join the fight, but his adrenaline was leaving his bloodstream slowly and the pain was getting more and more nagging as time went on. He let out an aggravated groan, "Fine, let's fucking go. Yaoyorozu, lead the way."

She nodded in confirmation and without hesitation materialized a flashlight before taking off, the rest of the class following behind her.

Running was... uncomfortable, to say the least. Every time one of Bakugou's feet connected with the ground, a spike of pain shot through him like a bullet, but at this point the only thing he could do about it was grin and bear it. After the noises of fighting from All Might and the nomu slowly faded behind them, Deku spoke up, "Everyone okay?"

Everyone rang in with a hushed, "fine," or, "all good here," and Kirishima's personal, "scared shitless, but other wise okay!" Bakugou spoke up as well, "We're all fine, so shut the fuck up, and focus on not running into a tree, shitty nerd." Bakugou was anything but fine, but there was no way in hell he was going to admit that; it would also cause everyone else to give him their needless pity instead of focusing on the task at hand. Best to keep it under wraps for now, but goddammit did it fucking hurt. Every quick dash around an obstacle twisted his body in a way where he swear he could feel the broken bone fragments rub together and his vision would go white for a moment, but he continued onward.

Bakugou was lagging behind, taking up the rear with Kirishima an arms length away from him, so nobody could see him cradle his injured arm protectively to his body, trying to keep it from being jostled too much. If he was being honest though, there was a cold numbness that was starting to seep into Bakugou's left hand, starting in his fingers and slowly working it's way up - that couldn't be good; although part of him was glad because it made it a little less painful.

Suddenly, a horrible familiar raspy voice sounded from behind them, "And where do you all thing you're going?"

Shigaraki. Fuck.

They all whipped around, the flash light illuminating him a bit, his disgustingly pale face, as he reached a hand Bakugou. Shit, if that fucker touched him, Bakugou was going to have a lot more to deal with on his plate, so with quick thinking he blasted himself backwards, "Fuck off!"

Without warning, the light was extinguished and Yaoyorozu's voice rang out, "Scatter!"

Before Bakugou could think about which direction to run in, a rough calloused hand grabbed hold of his left wrist and pulled right. It took everything in Bakugou's will to not let out a shriek of agony, gritting his teeth so hard he tasted blood. The owner of the hand on him spoke up, it was Kirishima, "I have no idea where I'm going!"

The way Kirishima was jostling his arm was almost unbearable, "Fucking let go of me, shitty hair!"

Kirishima did as he was told, but complained, "Fine, but stay close, I don't want to lose you in here!"

"I can handle my damn self, I'm not incompetent like the rest of you fuckers," Bakugou bit back, "Worry about yourself!" The moon had finally moved directly over the woods, and while the line of vision was still not the best, it was at least a little easier to see the basics of what was going on around them. Bakugou glanced behind him, "That fucker isn't following us."

Kirishima made an affirmative noise, "We should find a place to hide for a bit to collect our thoughts and come up with a plan."

Stopping didn't really seem like the best choice, but at this point, Bakugou would take any chance to sit down and try and even out his breathing. The harsh gasps that came from running were like shattered glass running through his blood, "Fine." The pain that enveloped Bakugou unfortunately wasn't the type you could get used to, instead it was the kind that was growing in intensity - aside from his arm which was numb almost all the way up to his elbow at this point. The pain was making Bakugou's mind hazy, he wasn't going to be able to keep a clear head much longer, god he just... just wanted to sit down.

"There!" Kirishima pointed at a large hollow tree that was a couple yards ahead of them. Bakugou followed and they finally collapsed into the shadow's of the tree's cavernous opening. The boy's labored breathing echoed off the wood walls that encompassed them, working their way up the trunk. Kirishima broke the silence first, "O-Okay, so we ran right, right?" he breathed through gasps of air, and Bakugou gave him a hum of approval, "So if Yaoyorozu was going to the safe house in a straight shot, we just need to run forwards, but diagonally left."

Bakugou didn't really think it was all that simple, but it was the best shot they had at this point, "Sounds good enough, shitty hair."

The two rested there a bit longer taking a moment to catch their breath and recharge their stamina a bit, but this time Bakugou's adrenaline was hanging on by a tiny thread at this point. A wave of pain rushed over him, eyes going wide, biting his cheek until blood filled his mouth and slammed his head into the hollow wood behind him; anything to take the edge off the torment that was his ribs and shoulder.

"You good over there?"

"Just frustrated," not technically a lie.

Bakugou could feel Kirishima's skepticism and hesitance, "Alright, well... you ready to head back out there and run for our lives?"

No, "Yep, let's go."

Getting back up again proved to be almost as challenging as it was the first time Bakugou pushed himself up and away from the fucking tree he got slammed into. With only his right arm working properly, he used the tree's trunk to help himself up onto unsteady legs. He was being slow, Bakugou knew, but if he moved too fast he would be engulfed in pain, but if he was too slow he was going to compromise both his and Shitty Hair's safety. They had to keep moving, because holy fuck they were being chased by maniacs; actual psychopaths, and not just the "I like camping" ones.

The two took off running again; it felt like Bakugou had been doing this for hours, he was exhausted. His body was crashing, fast. A rouge tree branch wacked him painfully, catching him right in his injured shoulder and he couldn't bite back the gasp of pain that left his lips fast enough.

"Yeah, man, these thorn bushes are killer on the legs," Kirishima let out a weakhearted chuckle.

Yeah, thorn bushes. Honestly the little pricks cutting up his legs was all but ignored compared to the agony that was radiating through his side. God, he was so fucking weak. Bakugou hated feeling inferior, and that exact feeling was starting to overwhelm him as he realized he was lagging behind, putting more and more distance between him and Kirishima. In a last ditch effort, Bakugou tried pushing more power into his legs, but it didn't too much. The exhaustion, the pain, the... everything was taking over. It was torture.

Up ahead, Kirishima cursed, "Fuck!"

Panic seized Bakugou's chest, "What? What's wrong?" Kirishima had stopped running, and Bakugou caught up with him before he saw it - a small cliff standing right in front of them, easily seven feet tall, "Ah, fuck indeed." Bakugou cast a glance to the left, then to his right, but it seemed that the cliff stretched on for quite some distance; Kirishima seemed to notice this as well. If the boys wanted to keep their straight shot, they were going to have to find a way over it.

"Fuck!" Kirishima cursed again, "Okay, Bakugou, blast yourself up there, and then help pull me up. There's nothing my quirk can do to help me here."

The thought of having to pull up his lug of a friend was enough to cause him to pale, but Bakugou didn't see any other option at this point. Fuck! "Fine, let's get this over with." Bakugou sent off little pops in his hands, gearing up for the bigger blast that followed shortly after. Shit! He overshot it! Good news, Bakugou cleared the cliff just fine - bad news, the ground was rushing up to him pretty fast. With quick thinking, he let off another small explosion to cushion the fall, which worked as good as it could have in theory. Bakugou landed on his back, the breath knocked out of his lungs and for a split second he thought he was going to pass out again. FUCK, it hurt. Taking a moment to try and catch his breath and wait for the agony to slowly ebb away, Bakugou stared up at this sky, not knowing if the stars he was seeing were real or just the exhaustion and dizziness taking him over.

"Bakugou?" Kirishima whispered harshly, "Everything okay up there? You need to pull me up."

"I know!" Bakugou barked, "Shut the fuck up, just give me a second."

Bakugou stole a breath and steeled himself. He could do this. All he had to do was pull Kirishima up. Bakugou wasn't weak, he could do this dammit! Bakugou leaned over the side of the cliff, his arms dangling down for Kirishima to grab, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his ribs as they dug into the ground below him. Kirishima grabbed his hands and Bakugou pulled up and-

No, nope, he couldn't do this. There was no fucking way. Bakugou let go immediately, letting out a strangled cry, cradling his left arm in his lap, eyes pickling with forced tears. He barely registered the sound of Kirishima landing harshly back on the ground below him, but Bakugou could care less. At this point it took everything in Bakugou to keep his vision stable and clear as white, hot bolts of lightning jolted outwards across his body from his shoulder.

"-kugou!" Kirishima was yelling up at him, "What happened? Are you okay? Bakugou, answer me!"

"Shut up, shitty hair! I'm fucking fine, just..," Okay, how was Bakugou going to explain this, did he tell the truth? No, he could just use his right arm to pull him up. He reached back down and Kirishima hesitantly took his arm.

"You got me this time?"

"Yes, so shut the fuck up, and get the hell up here already!"

Kirishima used Bakugou's strength and the wall as he repelled his way up the cliff. It didn't hurt as much as the first attempt, but this one was much harder on his ribs. The muscles in his sides contracted around the broken bones, using whatever strength Bakugou had left to pull up his friend. Afer a lot of discomfort and curses, Kirishima was finally up, already on his feet. Bakugou stayed on the ground, rolling again onto his back and gasping up at the sky. Reaching his hand out for Bakugou, Kirishima said, "Alright let's go." Already? "Just let me fucking breathe for a second, fuck." Bakugou know he didn't have time to just sit around feeling sorry for himself, "Please... Just a second."

Please? Really? Since when did Bakugou let that word slip past his lips.

"So, uh," Kirishima spoke up tentatively, "What's wrong with your arm?" Bakugou cursed at himself. Kirishima may not have the best grades, but he was pretty attentive to details, "Nothing, asshole. I'm fine."

"I'm not blind, Bakugou," He crouched down next to Bakugou's flat out body, "It's your left arm, right? You tried pulling me up, yelled, and then used just your right. Did you hurt it?"

Bakugou wanted to scream at him, tell him to keep his shitty opinions to himself, but he could only let out a strained, "No." Kirishima snapped, yelling in a hushed whisper, "Just be truthful with me for once, goddammit! For once. Shove your damn pride out of the way and tell me what's wrong!"

"I don't know what's wrong with it, okay?" Bakugou bit back, "It just hurts, now fuck off and let's go." Which was the last thing he wanted to do, but if it got him away from this conversation, Bakugou would gladly push onward.

"When did it start hurting?" His friend pressed him, "Did you run into a tree or something?"

Before Bakugou could stop himself he was blurting out the truth, "More like thrown into one."

"What?" Kirishima's voice raised before he quieted himself, "When the hell did that happen?"

He shouldn't have said anything. Bakugou should have just kept his damn mouth shut, but there was no hiding anything anymore. The moment Kirishima got a whiff of something even the smallest bit off, he'd keep pressing and pressing the issue until the person facing him finally caved, "Back at the campsite. That fucking nomu bastard threw me; hard. Fucked up my arm."

Kirishima was silent for a moment and Bakugou could tell he was seething, "You should have told me right away, asshole! Are you at least okay besides the arm?" 

Bakugou remained silent. Why did he feel guilty? It wasn't his fault he got injured. It wasn't his fucking fault.

"I'll take that as a no then," Kirishima responded to his lack of answer, "What else is wrong?"

Bakugou opened his mouth to answer before shutting it again. He didn't want to admit anything. He didn't want to tell Kirishima. Pain was a sign of weakness. Injuries were weaknesses, "I, uh," Bakugou's voice faltered as it broke the silence, "I think some of my ribs are broken."

Suddenly, a harsh thud came from the ground right beside Bakugou's head, and for a second his heart seized thinking that the enemies found them, but realized that Kirishima had punched the dirt, "Dammit, Bakugou! Why the fuck didn't you say anything?"

Guilt. It ran through him rampantly, "It wasn't the time. It still isn't. All Might said to get to the safe house. I would have just... slowed everyone down." God, why the fuck did he feel like crying. Why was he so fucking weak?

When Kirishima spoke again, his voice was softer, "You arm. Is it broken too? Or?"

Bakugou let out a weak laugh that sounded more like a groan, "I don't know. It doesn't feel like it is. It just feels wrong," he closed his eyes tightly, "Hurts. The shoulder anyway, the arm itself it just... numb at this point..,”

Kirishima took on a more serious tone, "Let me take a look at it. I might know what's wrong," he started grabbing a few sticks that laid nearby, "I did some brief medical training during my internship. It's risky, but light these on fire real quick so I can get a better look."

Doing what he was told, Bakugou put his hand over the twigs and with nothing more than a small pop, they were ablaze. Kirishima got a good look at his face, and his smile fell, "Damn, you look like shit, man."

"Shut the fuck up, shitty hair."

Kirishima started working the sleeve of Bakugou's shirt up to get a better look at his shoulder. Bakugou bit his lip, trying to keep any embarrassing noises at bay as Kirishima laid his hand on the injured joint; although he wasn't all that successful as a few pained whimpers got through. As soon as they left his throat, Bakugou wanted to punch himself directly in his fucking face.

"Shit."

"What?"

Kirishima stomped out the fire desperatley, "I was right. Your shoulder is dislocated. It needs to be put back in place. Like, now."

"Fuck no," Bakugou paled, "That's not fucking happening."

"Do you want to keep your arm or not?" Kirishima asked him harshly, but it was more deserpate than bitter, "Numbness is a bad sign, so if you want the nerves to keep dying, you can continue being stubborn - or you can let me put it back in place and hopefully be able to use your arm in the future."

Fuck. Fuck! Bakugou sighed in defeat, "Okay. Fine. Just get it over with."

Kirishima sat him up a bit, one hardened hand was placed behind the shoulder, and the other rested painfully on the out of place bone, "It's easier than you see in movies, I promise. But... it's going to hurt. You have to try and keep quiet. I know it's easier said than done, but if the villains find us like this while you're injured..." He trailed off.

Bakugou knew. It wouldn't be good. He wouldn't be able to hold him own. He'd get in the way. He'd be useless. Useless..., "I'm not a weakling like you, I can take it. Just do it already, asshole."

The grip on the bone tightened, and Bakugou bristled, gritting his teeth, "Ready?" Bakugou nodded.

With a rough push, and a paralyzing POP! of the bone realigning into the socket, Bakugou's eyes went wide in pain. It was absolute agony. Sharp, hot, stabbing, electric. Oh god, it hurt so fucking bad. A strangled scream rose up his throat but was cut off by Kirishima slapping a hand over his mouth, and cradling his head, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. Please be quiet. It's okay. It's over. It's okay now. I'm sorry."

Bakugou dug his fingers roughly into the dirt below him; pain was the only thing he could feel. Tears leaked through his scrunched eyed and Bakugou realized, 'Oh fuck, I'm gonna be sick'. He slapped his friend's hand away from the mouth and tuned his head to the side to gag wetly onto the ground, bringing up thin streams of his meager dinner that night along with the burn of stomach acid and bile.

The sharp pain in his shoulder was starting to receded a bit, only to be replaced with the knife in his side that the muscles around his broken ribs contracting as he retched weakly. Bakugou let out a pathetic whimper before collapsing forwards into Kirishima. The later let out a noise of surprise, and Bakugou's face burned with embarrassment. This was so out of character; so pathetic. Weak. Pathetic.

Kirishima ran his hands through Bakugou's hair, "I'm so sorry, Bakugou." He was exhausted. Whatever adrenaline Bakugou's body was desperately holding onto, left him the moment his shoulder was relocated. For a moment, Bakugou thought he might fall asleep right then and there. The dirt below him and his friend's chest was suddenly so comfortable. Maybe he could just- Suddenly there was a blast far away, and Bakugou looked up to see a mushroom cloud of dirt reach up towards the sky, birds flying away in a hurry to get the hell out of there.

"We need to get moving again," Kirishima informed, "I- I'm so sorry. But we have to get to the safe house."

Bakugou lifted his head up, wiping away stray tears and the vomit that still clung to his chin, "Don't be, 's fine. I'm fine." He tried standing up, but as soon as Bakugou's feet was underneath him again, they buckled and he was sent back towards the ground.

Kirishima grabbed him before he fell back down completely, helping to steady himself, "Woah, there buddy. It's okay."

Weakly, Bakugou slapped away the hands on him as soon as he felt that he was stable enough to stand without help, "I said I was fine, dammit," his retort barely had any bite to it, instead it sounded like an exhausted sigh. The worst thing was that the feeling was starting to return back to Bakugou's arm, the blood returning back to the limb. The numbness was gone, and it just started hurting again; throbbing in time with his jostled ribs. Bakugou tried to keep his breathing low and shallow as to not aggravate his side anymore, but he wasn't very successful, "Alright... let's go."

Kirishima's POV Bakugou was in bad shape. Kirishima cast a glance over at his friend, and even in the dimness of the moon's light it was easy to see how pale his tan skin was, how sweat glistened off of it and stuck his spiky hair to his forehead. Not only that, but Bakugou was barely keeping up any kind of fast pace - but Kirishima expected that; the fiery blonde was clearly exhausted. He broke the silence, "We'll reach the safe house soon, I promise." It was an empty promise, and Kirishima had a hunch that Bakugou knew that as well; they still weren't even sure they were going in the right direction, and they were only going at a fraction of the pace they had been holding up earlier. The other classmates had probably already made it to the safe house. Kirishima hoped, anyway. That would mean that the other pro heroes were on their way. Another explosion sounded off in the distance, and the blonde picked up his speed a bit, and Kirishima matched it. Ever since they took off again after relocating Bakugou's shoulder, Kirishima wasn't working up a sweat at all, but Bakugou's breathing was so labored, and it seemed extremely painful. Briefly, Kirishima remembered the time he cracked a rib as a kid doing something stupid - and it still hurt like a bitch even after the pain killers; he didn't even want to imagine what Bakugou was feeling. That mixed with the agony of a dislocated shoulder? Kirishima shivered at the thought, thinking, 'Nope, no thank you.'

Caught up in his thoughts, Kirishima hadn't noticed that Bakugou started lagging behind him again. He turned his head back just in time to see Bakugou, who's eyes were closed, his face scrunched up in pain, clip his bad shoulder on a nearby tree.

A hoarse yelp rang out through the air as Bakugou was sent to the ground, curling in on himself, hands gripping his left shoulder so hard it looked like his finger nails were going to start piercing the skin, "Bakugou!" Kirishima rushed over, wincing himself at just the thought of it, "Hey, buddy, you alright?" His hands anxiously hovered over his friend, not sure what he could do to make it better, to help ease the pain.

"M' fine..." Bakugou breathed into the dirt covered ground beneath him "M' fine, just... give me a moment."

Kirishima nodded, "Of course, buddy." He kneeled there for what felt like forever, just watching Bakugou writhe in pain. Kirishima couldn't get over how out of character for the blonde; he almost never showed signs of discomfort. It seemed like it was was beyond him; almost like he didn't have any pain receptors. Kirishima took a moment to actually feel glad they got split up together, knowing that Bakugou would probably just had continued hiding his injuries otherwise. It seemed you'd really had to push this kid before he would break down and admit something was wrong.

Finally, Bakugou's whimpers and desperate gasps died down, and his breathing evened out a bit, "Better?"

"Yeah," it was a lie that they both knew.

"Alright," Kirishima pulled Bakugou's good arm up and over his shoulder, "Up we go."

At this point, Bakugou was nothing more than a dead weight. His feet were barely moving, and it was more like Kirishima was just dragging him along. God, he prayed that they didn't run into Shigaraki again, or any of the other villains for that matter. Things were bad; terrible even.

Suddenly another noise rang out through the stagnant night air, but this one was different. A small shot, like the firing of a gun. Both boys looked up the direction of the sound and saw a blast of light shoot upwards towards the sky before slowly dying out. A flare! Oh thank god. It wasn't that far away from them, a little bit to the left and about another mile out. Kirishima smiled and turned to Bakugou, "Look! It's a signal. The others made it just fine." Bakugou let out a weak smile, "G-Guess the others aren't so fucking useless after all."

Kirishima let out a chuckle, glad to see the blonde was still his usual asshole self, but the laugh cut off abruptly as he watched Bakugou's eyes roll backwards, and he collapsed forwards, "Bakugou!" The only thing that kept his friend from falling flat on his face was the arm that was still draped around Kirishima's shoulder. Shit, shit, shit.

In a moment of panic, Kirishima scooped Bakugou up into his arms bridal style and started rushing towards the direction of the flare. Looking down, he took a little solace in the fact that his friend's face was smooth and calm, no longer scrunched in pain and blanketed with exhaustion; but he desperately needed help, and fast.

"Just a little longer, Bakugou," Kirishima spoke to the unconscious form in his arms, "I told you we were gonna be there soon. I promised.”

#whumtober #i can't fucking write for shit but i couldn't help myself #katwrites #katdraws #bnha #fic #art #injury #blood #dislocation #slight emeto #just lemme throw this fic and run tbh #the xanax is gonna wear off and im gonna read this and just die inside i can feel it