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xxsycamore · 2 months ago

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Afternoon Sun

╰┈➤ A needy Napoleon makes you take a break from your chores.

Napoleon Bonaparte/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Gentle Sex; Kissing; Nipple Play; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Sleepy Cuddles • wordcount: 2,631 • masterlist

"Okay, Napoleon, you can get me down already! I'm not going to run away or anything! Jeez!"

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as the man carrying you in his arms simply elbows the door open and takes you inside his bedroom. It's only when he sets you down on the soft duvet of his bed that he speaks again.

"Here you go."

You pout, but true to your word, you don't run away even as the chance to do so presents itself. However, that doesn't mean you give up on questioning him so easily.

"What's this all about? Coming and declaring that you're whisking me away from my chores? Poor Sebas is left tending to laundry all alone...!"

"I think he'll manage, Nunuche. You've been running left and right all day. I just figured you need a little break."

You watch Napoleon take off his coat and put it on his desk chair's backrest, his statement matter-of-factly and hard to refute. Especially when you've been secretly waiting for the day to be over so you can find yourself in the very same place as you are right now.

Napoleon rejoins you at the foot of his bed, now down to his comfy linen shirt, and pats his lap upon taking a seat.

Not seeing a reason to refuse such a nice offer, you crawl closer to him at sit sideways on his lap, enjoying the way his toned right arm immediately wraps around your shoulders to support your position. His gaze is soft when you meet it with your own, a smile playing on his lips, yet you can't help but think that he's being a little uncharacteristically quiet.

The staring contest is short-lived because he leans in for a kiss, all too soon. This is your "aha!" moment and you hurry to voice out your discovery - but not before placing a thorough smooch on his expecting lips, because you just can't help it.

"Napoleon! Did you take me here because I needed a break or because you were feeling lonely?"

When you take another look at his face, his brow is already furrowed in a little frown, likely from the unsatisfying contact. But it only grows once he actually registers your words.

"Why can't it be both?"

You chuckle at his honesty and give his lips another peck. As if he can be content with this.

Surprisingly, he doesn't push for a longer kiss as you'd predicted, so instead you have the chance to get a little more comfortable in his arms and take a breather. He looks as if he's carefully selecting his next words, so you give him the chance to while entertaining yourself by playing with the white ends of his hair. No matter how many times you try to smooth down the little silvery tuff, it keeps curling up on its own, sticking to the side of his face. It's adorable, especially in a moment where Napoleon is trying to be serious.

"It's just... you're rather busy these days. Getting up from bed so early, later running away as soon as you wake me up. I miss spending a quiet morning with you."

You try smoothing it down again, to no avail.

"Morning, you say..."

"Okay, fine, an early noon. You know what I'm saying, Nunuche."

That's your line, normally. He shouldn't be mad at you teasing him for his choice of words when it's so much like him to do the same to you.

But you don't feel like teasing him anymore. Your gaze moves from his smooth cheek to the intense emerald eyes staring back at you, waiting to be found. You can't get enough of him when he's being like that. Upfront enough with his emotions to make a bold statement and whisk you off your feet, taking you straight to his room. But at the same time afraid of acting selfishly. He'd stare at you as if begging you to say you feel the same way.

Which, you do.

You smile sweetly at your lover.

"So you want to cuddle in bed? Is this what you're saying? Let's do that, then!"

"Nunuche-Wait-"

It takes some effort to topple over a man of his build, but catching him off-guard does the trick. Laughter bubbles on your lips as you tower over him for a moment before rolling to the side, making space for him. Who cares if you're a little bit upside down, dialogally, in bed. Cuddles come in all angles and shapes.

He drags himself up until he's wholly on the bed, tackling you down despite your playful protests. Now he's the one on top, and you're about to say something about wanting to lay on his chest instead, when he suddenly meets your lips with his.

The earlier hesitation long dissipated, you're honestly happy to see him claiming his kiss now. You're glad you communicated your enthusiasm without taking the lead from him, and you're interested in seeing him express the neediness he previously showed.

"Nnnh..."

Oh, he's really getting into it. Trying to keep up with his tempo leaves you as breathless as he is, and the lewd sounds of the kiss make your belly tighten. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, and you let him toy with you as much as he pleases, enjoying his passionate loving show through the gesture, as if you're doing it for the very first time...

"Nunuche..."

At first, you're not sure if it simply fell out of his lips in the heat of the moment or if he's actually meaning to say something, so you just put a hand on his cheek to pull him down again.

"Nunuche, we... should stop."

Hazy but concerned, you look him in the eye with expectation.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you to rest and now... if we kiss one more time, I would just want to make love to you."

You can tell that's not the reaction he expected to receive because you watch his brows go from being tightly knit together to rising up. You figure out you're smiling in this very moment, even if you're not doing it intentionally.

"I'm...not going anywhere, Napoleon."

Your hand finds his nape as you gently nudge him to shorten the distance again. But there's room for one more whisper before your lips connect again.

"I missed you too, you know..."

Now, you're aware yours seems to be a completely different way of missing each other from the one he talked about earlier. But you're not ashamed to admit it, nor are you ashamed of raising your knee just a little so that it presses firmly against the front of his trousers.

It doesn't really distract Napoleon from kissing you again. If he wasn't doing it with intention earlier, then he surely does now, until you can't help making those small noises into the kiss anymore.

"Need you."

The two words roll off his throat a little hoarsely, and it's so easy for you to slip inside the scenario where neither of you has started your day yet. The only difference is the too many layers between your bodies presently, neither of which being the soft bedsheets. But that too will cease to matter eventually, especially with the speed at which Napoleon works your shirt undone.

Arching your spine off the mattress to let him tug it free from your red skirt, your eyes widen as Napoleon can't wait to fully get rid of the piece of clothing before attacking your chest with his agape mouth. His tongue wets your sensitive skin, letting the air cool it so you start to miss the heat of his breath again.

It takes a couple of inpatient motions but your torso is now completely bare under Napoleon's eyes. He resumes his actions, suddenly being more than precise, as he takes a pert nipple in his mouth and suckles on it.

You toss your head to the side, fingers curling up in a fist with the desire to tangle them in his dark locks instead, all too easily. It will be a little embarrassing to admit you're more worked up than him, but you can't help it when he claims your weak spots like that.

Your composure completely crumbles when he flashes you a look without breaking off his ministrations, and he looks utterly needy at that moment, like he'd be offended if you were to tell him that's enough. The shiver that goes through you builds up into a powerful throb low inside your belly and between your legs, and you already want him inside. But you don't want to rush things, not when he's giving love to every part of you like that.

It's just unfair that you don't have much to do with your own hands while he's slowly making his way down your torso, removing your skirt and your underwear with one swift movement. You want to touch him too, to pleasure him, to show him how much you want him... even if your body takes care of the last part, being more than expressive.

"Nnnh-!"

Napoleon's strong hands have to keep your legs open as he tongues at your swollen folds, the strong currents of pleasure making you instinctively close your legs. Though it seems like he doesn't mind having his head sandwiched tight, his heavy breaths fanning over your heated center. The repetitive flicks of his tongue send your whole body shivering and you hope the whimpers coming out of your kiss-swollen lips are enough of a warning, because you can't for the life of you use your words to tell Napoleon of your upcoming climax.

Judging by the way he's going even harder at it, it's safe to assume he was able to read your body language like he always does. In no time he's sending your body into ecstasy, licking you through a powerful orgasm and letting you buck against his tongue, making a mess of his face.

When he emerges from between your legs, you welcome him back into your arms and you can't not notice he's a little red in the face. It gives you a rush of embarrassment that you gladly accept, coupled with the slight tang of your own juices on his tongue as he kisses you again, not waiting to stabilize his breathing.

You wrap your arms around his neck, similar to how you previously locked him with your legs, and the sound of his metal belt buckle clanking against the prong and suggesting that it's now undone is sending signals to your brain, ones that make the throbbing inside you intensify. Even after such a good orgasm, Napoleon is able to lower your recovery time to nearly zero just by a flick of his fingers. This is how much you need him.

Of course, seeing that he loses no time nesting himself between your legs, he's no better than you. Still, you don't trust him with the task of putting his cock inside you, because he likes to tease a little too much. So your hand slides downwards, between your bodies, and does it instead.

Napoleon looks at your face as he bottoms out in you, inch by inch, he doesn't even waste the time of a blink. There's a fire in his eyes when you finally open your own to gaze back at him, and you cry out his name when he starts thrusting.

"Ahhh...Napoleon!"

"I'm here, mon amour."

Withdrawing a little, his hands find the folds of your knees, holding you open so you can receive his thrusts as he picks up his pace. You're not sure if you're happy to trade his closeness with the delicious new angle of his cock moving inside you, but the latter becomes more and more important by the second. By the time you realize the two of you are being up to no good in the middle of the day, it's too late to care about muffling your moans. They already know.

Still, Napoleon is quick to notice the hitching of your breath, and he doesn't like it when you're too shy to express how he's making you feel. So he snaps his hips inside you in a particularly deep thrust.

"Ah!"

And again.

"Say my name."

"N-Napo...leon..."

Obedient as you are, he didn't need to pry it out of you too hard, and he rewards you with a series of nice and deep thrusts that are more of a pleasant grinding sensation against your deepest parts. You cry out again, ready to tip over the edge again so soon, especially when he lets go of your knees and meets you skin to skin, a part of his weight falling over you like a blanket.

"God, you're so tight and hot around me. Are you going to come?"

You lock your legs around his torso instead of answering, nothing coherent coming out of your mouth anyway other than moans that resemble a broken "yes". You envy him for the ability to tie together whole sentences like that, wishing to feel him throb inside you with a mere word from your mouth too.

"Nggh- Napoleon!"

Or maybe you can do that just fine. His cock swells inside you as his thrusts grow erratic until he lets the strong grip of your limbs completely immobilize him, knowing that you're pulling him as close as possible and he'll get to spill inside you no matter what.

The sensation of fingernails biting into your sides feels a little rough as he grips you harder in the heat of the moment, but it only heightens the feeling when your whole body is glowing with pleasure. You're sure you're leaving little crescents across his toned arms as well.

He erupts inside you, filling you spurt after sput as you spasm around him, milking him for every last drop. You begin to feel so full of his hot come, tears well up in the corners of your eyes. A sense of belonging overcomes you, strongly, as if you can make Napoleon melt into your chest if you hold him like that just a little longer.

He doesn't seem to be letting go of you anytime soon. The little readjustments of limbs that need to be made so he lies comfortable over you are making overstimulation spark all over but it's not unwelcome at all. It makes you clench your insides and feel him remaining there, where he belongs.

"I love you."

It's how you know he feels the same way. You might be having your own way of communicating it, as he always likes to remind, but you still deem it unfair to remain quiet just because you want to be completely still.

"I love you. I love you so much, Napoleon."

Your voice is a little hoarse from how deep in your throat those moans were rolling, but you think he might like the way your words come out. His soft humming sounds happy. And sleepy.

"Napoleon."

"Let me stay inside you for a little longer. Let's turn around."

The air gets trapped in your lungs for a mere second because admittedly, his wish does things to you. But you're able to let it out in the next moment, once you've settled nicely on top of his chest. Just like you wanted in the beginning when things were far more innocent...

"Napoleon.. you'll fall asleep..."

"Mmm."

You're not sure what that means. You just know the whole thing starts to resemble awfully much those late mornings you both missed, even if now it's the afternoon sun that peaks through the curtains to rest on your naked back, like the bedsheets that are missing. Maybe you'll rest your eyes for a moment too.

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alittlebitofloveliness · 24 days ago

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Stories From the Vault

A snippet from a fic I wrote when I was 14

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“Ponyboy Curtis,” the English teacher offered me a polite smile, and I liked him immediately because he was the first teacher all day who didn’t read my name with a disdainful sniff or treat me like I was trying to pull something, “welcome to junior English. There’s a seat open right over there next to Mr. Cade. I’m sure he’ll help you get settled in.”

I made my way to the empty seat the teacher indicated, next to a greaser about my size with jet black hair and a bruise on his cheek. A blue Jean jacket was slung over his chair and he greeted me with a half smile and a quick nod. I had to admit I was right glad to see him. There weren’t too many greasy kids in that class, and the other three I’d noticed were girls. It would’ve been a rough semester had I been sat near a soc.

“Hey man,” the guy greeted me quietly when I dropped into the seat next to him. He had a wary, suspicious air about him but if anything it only made me like him more. I knew what it was like to live life always waiting for the other shoe to drop, “I don’t think I seen you around before. I’m Johnny. Johnny Cade.”

“Ponyboy Curtis. Nice to meet you,” I shook the offered hand, rough with calluses like my own. Working hands.

He grinned, the slight action changing him from a rough looking guy I’d decided to stay wary of into a guy I wanted to know.

“Tuff name.”

“Thanks,” I smiled back, deciding right then and there that I wanted this guy for a buddy. I didn’t meet a ton of people- guys especially- who were nice without needing to be.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade

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folkpunkchicken · 1 year ago

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Everything Leads Up To Now

I could feel my back stiffen up as I leaned back against the hard wooden church pew. Sitting there only a few minutes waiting for Pete's dad to get up and speak felt like hours. Staring at the front of the empty pulpit I couldn't help but to imagine the last few days leading up to this moment.

I wrapped my arms around my torso and clenched both my biceps with my fists as I felt a shiver shoot throughout my entire body just like I would imagine a lightning strike to feel like. The building was cold, both temperature wise as well as from the lifeless air that you could hear from the silence of the congregation breathing aloud while mourning silently.

I didn't listen to a word that Pete's father spoke, but when he got down from the pulpit the preacher got up to say a few closing words.

I laid my head back against the pew and stared blankly up at the ceiling. I only understood about every other word which the preacher was reading aloud. He was reading from the book of, uh, John, I think. "Do not let...hearts...troubled, blah blah, something something..." I zoned out after that. Not that I ain't into religion or nothin', in fact I actually kind of enjoy hearing what some preachers have to say, spiritual things just weren't on the front of my mind. I was afterall only a fourteen year old kid. Instead, I liked to think about things like tuff cars and fast women. Right now however, the only thing on my mind was replaying the events of the last few days.

I looked over to see Sally sitting with her family as she read the back of her favorite MxPx album pamphlet. She always carried with her the words to whatever pop punk record she was listening to on her Walkman CD player.

I looked to my other side and didn't see anyone else I recognized. "Where's Erik?" I asked my brother Jason who was sitting next to me.

"Shush!" He motioned with his index finger over his thin, chapped lips.

I slowly turned my whole body around in my chair to see over my shoulder. Erik was sitting in the very back pew all by himself.

He didn't come to church all that often, none of us did, but Pete’s funeral was of course the exception. We were all a bunch of punks with no money and most of us a felt uncomfortable around church folks. We lived in a small very strict and ol' fashioned very religious town.

We didn't have nothin' a'gainst God or anything. I didn't even mind the whole Jesus story for that matter. Mostly we disliked wealthy religious people, who couldn’t give rats ass about those of us who struggled every month to make ends meet, especially folks like Erik and his parent’s who were always working multiple jobs and still could’nt stay on top.

Erik, who had moved to the neighborhood a few years ago was my best friend. His house was a few houses down from the abandoned lot where we all hung out and was just up the street from Jason and I’s apartment building. Erik’s house was always a dump, but they were the poorest people I knew.

Before Erik, no one had actually lived in that house. Usually, whoever owned it tried to fix it up and flip it, but the next owner would always trash the place again. It was an ongoing cycle. Erik was a year younger than me. He was quiet and shy, like a wide eyed innocent puppy. However, once you got to know him he was a pretty chill dude.

He was a tall, skinny looking fella, with a wide set jaw, and bright, but timid eyes. He had short dark hair that he spiked straight up using an ungodly toxic amount of gell.

He actually didn’t hangout with any of us much at first, but he had taken the fall for me once when I tried pulling a prank on the teacher. I had put a thumb tack in the teacher's pair of slippers who is a real prick sometimes. I don't usually hate teachers, in fact I get along with most grown ups, just not that one.

I don't know why Erik took the fall for me that day. I hadn't even said two words to him yet. Then again, no one ever knows why Erik does the things he does. He's a good kid, but he is crazy. Not wild and charismatic like you might think, rather, more of a secret genius kind of crazy. He was always taking things apart and learning how they work. He over thought everything and would plot schemes on how to get around obstacles in pretty much every facet of life. He always knew from the beginning what his end goal was, and nothing would ever get in his way to stop him. He was a little bit of a know-it-all, and the worst part was he knew it. He did things just to get on peoples nerves and prove that he was smarter than them.

I figured that he probably wanted to make an impression on the teacher as being a bad boy type.

Erick was always working on building things too. He had a very mechanically inclined mind. You know those people who can just look at an object and know off the top of their head how the thing works, how to take it apart, and how to fix it.

He was obsessed with his truck, well his dad's old truck. An old, rusty Ford Bronco. Honestly, it was a piece of crap, didn't even run, and belonged in a junkyard. None of us dared tell him that though; he was convinced that he could fix it. Nobody ever questioned anything that Erik did. Everyone just assumed that he knew what he was doing, and the thing was, he usually did. Even the teachers avoided calling on him in class, because they were afraid of being outsmarted by a thirteen year old.

Most days after school, before hanging out with the gang doing whatever we were doing, which was usually smoking a pack of cancer sticks and listening to music, Erik went straight home to work on his truck. He would spend all afternoon fixing whatever piece of junk he was currently obsessed with. Currently he was obsessed with that old truck, he absolutely loved that thing to death. Oh, and did I mention he loved his truck. He had made a deal with his father that if he took the whole entire engine apart, put it back together, and got the thing running again it would be his own. He was the most determined one of us.

We were teenagers now, but he would’ve enjoyed being a kid with us back in the day when we used to play there at the vaccant lot. We would use the lot to play football well after dark, but we're too old for that stuff now. As far as any of us were concerned, we all were ready to be adults and be done with all the stupid kid stuff. We couldn't wait 'till we were old enough to drink, well legally anyway, get in bar fights, and go to parties. The truth is we were all pretty decent kids. The worst thing that any of us had really done was sneaking candy in our pockets from the drug store just down the street before going to the movies. Sometimes, I guess we'd also make fake copies of the movie tickets, but honestly that's about it mostly.

I stood up and walked out to the aisle. I felt awkward leaving so abruptly, but I really needed to take a piss. Hell, Pete would understand. In fact, he would think it was kinda funny.

I walked up the aisle with my head down, trying to keep my eyes looking directly at the grayish, multicolored carpet lining the floor. I looked up once to turn the corner towards the little white side door instead of making a scene opening the main oversized ornate wooden double doors. This one old grumpy looking man stared intently at me in a judging manner, so I quickly glanced down at my feet which were somehow frozen in place. In that split second someone just in that very long and drawn out moment sneezed real loud. He had let out a roar as loud as a typical dad sneeze. A few people turned their heads only to see me standing there awkwardly slouched and hunched forward with my fists jammed in my pockets trying to look as innocent as possible.

I felt like the whole congregation was waiting for me to apologize or something. It was extremely awkward so I high tailed it outta there. While I was walking to the back everyone all at once stood straight up while an image with words appeared on the projector screen above the stage. An organ began to play while the church started to sing in a monotone unison. As the distraction allowed for the feeling of sluggish slow motion to be lifted like a curse on my body, I took the opportunity to slip out the side door.

I stood there in the bathroom letting out a sigh of relief.

I heard the door open and an older gentleman walked up to the urinal right next to mine without any regard for the spacing rule. I tried to ignore him when he spoke, “How’s it going.”

“Fine,” I replied. After finishing I washed my hands while the old man left.

“God damn it!” I muttered under my breath. I always thought that public restrooms are awkward, especially for someone like me who is pee shy. By the third or fourth person walking up to the urinal next to yours you feel like everyone is judging you for not going yet and probably thinking you're some sort of pervert for just standing there stairing at the wall.

Before going back inside I stood out in the foyer for a minute staring at the memorial of Pete which was displayed very nicely on the table next to the large wooden double doors.

I stepped towards the doorway and put my hand against the decorative handle grasping it firmly. I didn't want to go back inside. Just before I pushed it open, I stopped and shook my head. Trying desperately not to let out sorrowful tears I spun around and walked towards the exit door.

"I need a cigarette," I said to myself as I walked briskly outside into the cool fresh air.

Standing outside with a lit cigarette between my index and middle finger I stared meaninglessly at the parked cars in the parking lot. I couldn't stop thinking about the other day when Pete had gone off to fight his rival Jackson Pierce. What if I would've tried to stop him? "Nah," I thought. Pete was two years older and a whole lot bigger than I was. He lived for fighting and stirring up trouble. There was nothing I could've done.

I blinked several times, then took another puff of my cigarette as I remembered that day like one of those weird childhood memories that you can't shake because for some stupid reason it's burned into your brain. I remembered clear as day the last time I saw Pete alive, right before he went off to the fight.

I stared blankly up at the cloudy grey sky while taking another puff from my cigarette and remembering the day Erik and I found Pete's backpack and decided to show Sally what was inside.

"What is it?" Sally asked as I set the bag down in front of her. We found this backpack in the vacant lot the other night. We’re certain that the backpack belongs to Pete’s because it had the science book from school with his weed stash in it.

“Well of course that’s his bag,“ Sally replied.

She knew most things about Pete. The two of them were pretty tight and even though she would deny it, Sally always kind of had thing for Pete.

He was the wild and crazy bad boy of the gang. Not to bright academically though, but that didn’t stop him from being a smooth talking badass, especially around girls and cops. I didn't know anyone else who could talk his way in and out of any situation. That dude had a different chick on his arms practically every other week. Most of the girls in our school eventually started to hate him for it, but as usual they fell right back into his arms when he opened his mouth to speak. Pete could hold a conversation with anyone. I don't mean that he was annoying like the kind of people who drone on and on so much that you could put the phone down, go make a sandwich and come right back answering with a simple, "ah huh." He could talk to people with a sort of charisma that always held their attention with his dark brown eyes and his thick, curly, jet black hair. It didn't even really matter that he wore glasses either. He wore them with style and they were a part of his look. Pete lived three doors down the street from me in a horribly trashy house. His parents worked all the time, and when they didn't they were at the bar. After his older half brother moved out, Pete basically raised himself, and boy did he teach himself to be a slob, but it was part of his charm. He didn't give two cents about nothin'. He was always looking for a good time and would constantly leave a mess of trouble wherever he went.

Pete was a tough badass sixteen year old punk which is probably why Sally was so enthralled with him. Hell we all admired Pete. The three of us weren’t at all surprised when I pulled out the pistol that supposedly belonged to Pete out of the backpack.

Sally’s face froze for a second, but then no one would be too surprised that Pete would have a gun.

It was loaded with three extra magazines in the bottom of the bag. None of us knew much about guns and we had no idea why in the world Pete would have one. He was more of a punk than any of us and had even been arrested for misdemeeners a couple of times, but he’d never kill anyone,...we thought.

"Jonah, don't let anyone see you with that," Sally said to me with a slight panic in her voice.

I quickly put the gun back into the bag.

"Listen up, we can't tell nobody 'bout this, got it," I said sternly while looking around to make sure no one was watching us.

At that I slung the backpack over my shoulder and stood up.

I'm gonna head home, and remember, not a word of this to anyone.

As I walked home it began to get dark very quickly. I flipped up my hood, slouched my shoulders forward, and pulled out a cigarette from my jacket pocket. A moment after lighting it up, I heard a voice call out from behind me.

"Hey Kid!" I whipped my head around over my slouched shoulders to see a tall and bulky, dark skinned teenage boy with neatly styled, slicked back hair shouting at me. "Tell your buddy that I'm going to kill him for slashing my tires!" He shouted.

I nodded and turned back around to continue walking home. I wasn't all that afraid of him. He was a senior in high school, but the dude was all talk. Pete told me once that Jackson Pierce only pretended to be tough, but he didn’t have the balls to actually fight anyone.

Anyway, his beef was with Pete, not me, so I had nothing to worry about, I thought. Those two always hated each other for one reason or the other and to be honest no one ever really knew why they were such rivals.

"You listenin' to me kid!" I turned around again only to find a blur of a person shouting while hurling towards me at full speed. Knowing I couldn't outrun him, I bent my knees, leaned forward, prepared to take the hit.

Bam! He knocked me flat on my ass and pinned me to the ground as he pressed his knee against my chest. "Where is your friend Pete?" He yelled at me. "How the hell should I know?"

I said trying to catch my breath with Jackson's knee still pressed against my chest ever so slowly squeezing the air out of my lungs.

He finally stood up allowing me to breath. I lied there for a second unable to move. Jackson bent over to pick up my still lit cigarette which was lying on the ground. As far as I knew the kid didn't smoke or drink, like at all. He was an athlete, best in the school. He didn't need the buzz being the cocky son of a bitch that he acted like. Not to mention he didn't want to lose his precious wrestling scholarship. After taking one puff, he flicked the cigarette off into the street and kicked me real hard in the side.

"Get your fat ass up off the ground and go tell your buddy I'll be waitin' for him behind the old Seven Eleven. Tell him toe be there within the hour! Ya hear me ya lil' punk?"

I nodded.

"Now scram!"

I stood up and grabbed the backpack which was lying next to me.

"Leave the bag here kid!"

"Why do you want it?" I asked.

"None of your business," he scolded. "What's in this thing anyways?" He asked as he snatched the backpack from my hands.

I held my breath as he unzipped the bag, but then quickly zipped it back up and slung it over his shoulder.

I was relieved.

"Get goin, I don't got all night," he scolded.

I got up quickly and ran as fast my legs could carry me while looking back over my shoulder every few minutes to make sure Jackson Pierce wasn't following me. He was still just standing there in the middle of the street with his arms crossed while staring directly at me with an angry look on his face. I didn’t know what to think about him having Pete’s gun. Was he gonna shoot him? I honestly wouldn't be surprised. Jackson Pierce was known for being kind of irrational and impulsive. Him with a gun was a scary thought. "Maybe, I'll stay home from school for a few days," I muttered quietly under my breath as I turned my head back around and continued running.

I got the end of the block and turned running towards Pete's house.

A million things were racing through my mind as I kept running. "Why did Pete slash Jasckson’s tires. They’ve always hated each other, but it was always more of a harmless rivalry, never actual fighting. "Are they really gonna kill each other this time." My mind was full of questions and knowing Pete he would keep everything to himself as usual.

By the time I arrived at Pete’s house I wanted to die and was ready to about puke my guts out from running. "Damn!" I thought, "I am really outta shape."

I opened up the gate and walked up to the porch. I held up my hand to ring the doorbell when the door suddenly opened. I jumped back as I saw Pete was standing there. I didn't expect him to answer. Quiet frankly, I figured by this time of night he'd be out drinking, as he usually does. He takes after his folks that way. "Wat up kid?" He asked. Bent over trying to still catch my breath I stammered out a bunch of words. My lips were moving so fast that I didn't even understand what I was saying, "Jackson...Pierce just...attacked…me stole your back… that I found…in the vaccant lot.” I took a deep breath. “He said he wants you meet him behind Seven Eleven within the hour.

I stopped and took another deep breath.

"Damn that's a mouth full." Pete said with a laugh as he grabbed his jacket from behind the door and stepped outside.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Can’t keep him waiting, that dude’s crazy." Pete replied.

"But, wait hold on a minute. In the backpack. The gun.

"Yeah, I know." Pete grinned and cocked his head back. "Don't worry kid, he just owes me some money so I slashed the tires on his precious Camero. I’ll handle it.

Go on home and I'll call you in the morning."

“Why did you have a gun though,” I asked.

“Stole it from my old man for protection,” Pete casually replied like it was nothing.

“Now scram bud, I’ll hit ya up tomorrow for an early morning smoke.”

That was the last time I ever saw Pete alive.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes after apparently drifting off to sleep and felt Jason grabbing my arm saying in a harsh tone, "Get your ass back in your seat kid. You’ve been out here for ten minutes already. Not even I take smoke breaks that long," Jason said with a laugh.

Jason dragged me up the steps and back inside the church to my seat. I thought it was embarrassing to leave, but having my big brother haul my ass across the church floor in front of the entire congregation was a nightmare. I sat down and looked up towards the stage at Pete's mother who had just began speaking.

"Ugh," I sighed aloud. "This isn't how we should be honoring Pete." I muttered under my breath.

Pete was wild and reckless. He was most definitely not the goody two shoes church boy type.

I looked around the room and saw Sally still nose deep in her album booklet. Erik was alseep in the back row and the clock hanging above his head read half past noon. My stomach growled. “We’ve been here almost an hour,” I whispered to myself again under my breath. Damn funerals, why do they gotta be so long?

I could eat an entire pizza and slam a six pack of beer right now. That’s how we should be honoring Pete. Beer and pizza, that was his communion. I leaned my head back against the pew and remembered the time that Erik and I turned in a trash bag full of soda pop cans and used the change to buy a couple slices of pizza. That was the night we found the backpack late at night in the vacant lot.

"Ya got anything to eat 'round here?" Sally asked Erik as she rummaged through his fridge.

"Nah, not really," Erik responded. " The fridge is empty and mom can't buy more groceries until dad gets paid next Friday."

"That sucks," she replied.

"If y'all want though we can take the bin of soda cans I collected down to the drug store and use the money to buy a pizza at the gas station or something?" Erik suggested.

It was then that it hit me just how poor Erik's family actually was. My brother and I were poor too, but Jason always managed to at least have extra food around when we were hungry. I never imagined needing to collect soda cans and bottles to take in for spare change just to buy dinner. I felt kind of bad for him, even though I knew he didn't care what anybody thought. It still bothered me a little.

"Sure," Sally said as she jumped up. "Sounds like a good idea. I'm starving."

"Yo Erik, how'd it'd go with your old lady when you broke that window the other day?" I asked.

"It's all good," Erik replied. I got grounded for the week though so y'all will have to get outta here before my parents get home later tonight."

We followed Erik out to the garage where he kept a plastic bag on a red, Radioflyer wagon, filled up with pop cans. As He was fastening it to his bike, Sally and I were looking around the garage, mostly at his truck. "So how far are you until you get this thing runnin," I asked, pointing at the old truck.

"My old man and I are gonna work on it next week." Erik said, "We gotta get a few parts though as soon as he gets paid. I’m hoping we should have it running in a couple weeks or so, but it all depends on whether or not my dad will loan me the cash for the parts.

"I still think it's a piece of crap," Sally said as she rolled her eyes. "Ah shit!" She exclaimed.

"What is it?" Erik and I both asked simultaneously.

"I left my headphones and CD player on the ground at the lot."

"No worries," Erik said calmly. "We'll swing by and grab ‘em."

We opened the garage to go outside and started walking our bikes towards main street. We stopped by my house first to get my bike, then ran over to the lot. Sally looked around frantically not seeing her headphones anywhere, until all of a sudden with a tear in her eye she shrieked as she pointed to the ground. Erik stayed by the sidewalk with our bikes as I ran over to her.

Sally picked up the busted and smashed CD player with her headphoness smashed up too.

"Who would do such a thing?” I asked trying to stay calm for Sally’s sake.

“It was probably those kids from the other day. The one’s from that fancy prep school who Pete had been harassing,” Sally answered me trying not to cry.

Damn it!” She yelled

"Sally, it'll be fine. We'll all chip in and get you a new one."

"They're going to pay!" She screamed as she whipped her head around at me. "Tomorrow afternoon we’ll get Pete to join us and then were gonna beat the shit out of them!"

After Sally started to calm down we walked back over to Erik who was still waiting with the bikes. In this neighborhood you don't dare leave your bike unattended, not even for a second.

"What's wro--ng, oh shit, I'm sorry Sally. That sucks."

"Y'all go on without me," she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yea, just go. I need some time alone, besides I’m serious about calling Pete tomorrow were gonna make those prep school brats pay. "

Erik and I hopped on our bikes and rode off.

Sally really was heart broken. The CD player was a gift from her brother before he left for the military about a year and a half ago. After he went MIA, it as all she had left of him.

Sally and I were close. She once told me that the CD player was the same one her brother stole from a record shop in town for her because their family couldn’t afford it. I knew just how much it meant to her. Sally and I often would play video games for hours and listen to music on that old walkman. She was easily the toughest girl I knew. She was tall, and had dark, coarse red hair that was always in a ponytail. She had a small round nose and a face full of freckles. Sally was definitely a tomboy if there ever was one, and she was one hell of a punk, more than any of us. I could tell we needed to give her some space. Her huge clunky headphones she wore around her neck blasting music from that CD player was who she was’ it was her identity and I knew she was really upset.

I turned my head around to see Sally kneeling on the ground with her red high top sneakers behind her and her ripped camouflage jacket pulled over her head, holding her CD player and sobbing uncontrollably. She briefly looked up to see me staring. We made eye contact and then she quickly turned herself around so as to not be seen. I knew that she wanted us to leave so we wouldn't see her cry like that. It was an unspoken rule in the group that if you needed to cry over something, you kept to yourself and no one else in the group would judge you for any reason. Sally especially didn't want to be seen crying. She was rough and tough. She never wanted anyone to see her fragile side, which we all knew was there, but didn't even dream of speaking about.

Erik and I made our way to the drug store a few blocks away. We parked our bikes and the wagon outside where I waited as Erik carried in the bag of cans.

“Six dollars and fifty-two cents,” Erik said as he walked back.

“That should be enough for us each to get a slice of pizza and maybe a tall boy that we can split” I said.

We hopped on our bikes and rode across the street to the gas station where we bought two slices of peperoni and pizza and a tall boy of busch light. They never check ID’s there so we could always buy alcohol and cigerettes whenever we wanted.

We walked our bikes so that we could eat our pizza but when we got back to Erik's place, his mom was already home so we decided to head to the vacant lot to drink the beer. Sally had left already. We dropped both of our bikes by the edge of the street where we could clearly see them and then walked over to the big tree.

“What’s that?” Erik pointed to a dark gray backpack sitting next to the large sycamore tree.

Erik unzipped the backpack and a handgun tumbled out onto the ground.

“What the hell!” I exclaimed. “Whose is that?”

“I think it belongs to Pete, look at this.” Erik said as he pulled out a third edition science textbook. We both knew that it was the book Pete kept of course not for reading, but solely to stash a small bag of dope. Erik opened the book and there it was a small ziplock bag with a hand full of marijuana in it. The backpack belonged to Pete and so most likely did the gun.

“We need to get this out of here.” Erik said.

“I can’t take it. If Jason finds this on me he’d skin me alive.” I explained.

“No worries,” Erik assured me. “I’ll hang on to it, ya know my folks won’t give a rats ass."

Erik quickly put the gun back into the bag and zipped it up. "I'll get this home before anyone sees."

"Sounds good," I replied. "My brother has a date tonight so I'm gonna stay out here a little longer."

I waved goodbye as Erik got on his bike to ride home.

Taking the last swig of beer, I crunched the can in my hand and tossed it behind me. I lied down on my back to look at the stars as I fell asleep.

Pete's mother finished speaking and got down from the podium starting to cry. She's such a bee with an itch. Honestly, she didn't give two shits about her children. Pete was her youngest and all she would tell him was that he was a god damn good for nothing except to sign the rent check when she wasn't sober enough to sign her own name, which was all the time. Pete's father weren't no better either. That man was a lazy ass drunk who didn't do shit with his life. Despite having such shitty parents both Pete and his older brother Jeff were actually really solid dudes. Jeff was the last person to get up and speak. Unlike his parents who were dressed as poorly as Erik's house usually looked, Jeff wore a nice suit and tie with what remained of his hair neatly combed back. He owned a bar in town and of course took to the family legacy of being an alcoholic, but usually had enough sense to be sober enough to function in life. He didn't have much given to him, if anything at all, but he always made the best out of every situation that he found himself in. That was something I really admired about him. Despite not always showing it, that’s what Pete had admired about his brother too. Jeff had gone to school with Jason before they both dropped out to buy the bar that Jeff now owns. Jason was gonna co-own the business, but at the last minute decided to take a construction job in order to take care of me and pay the bills after our mom passed away. Honestly, it’s something I still blame myself for, but Jason always reassures me that it was for the best.

We were poor, but we did alright for ourselves. Last summer I even worked on my brother’s construction crew and saved up enough to buy myself an xbox. We didn't have a lot growing up, but that didn't matter to us. We had each other.

Jason, used to tell me stories about all the crazy parties that he attended while in highschool back before mom died and dad left.

I really didn’t mind living with my brother in his tiny apartment on the edge of the neighborhood, although sometimes it was annoying having to share a bedroom and all. He often acted like he was a parent and not a brother. I guess he was really the only thing I had to a parent though and his place was the only option I had for a living arrangement. Every now and then I stayed over at Pete’s house, but last time I almost got punched in the face by his drunk father so I usually avoided staying there unless I had too. Jason’s apartment was old, outdated, and dingy, but it is what I called home.

My big brother had always been there for me growing up, even right after mom had died and he was working two full-time jobs. Living with him was better than going to stay with my father as he left the family when I was four years old. According to Jason, who was ten years old at the time, my old man was a real butthead and drug addict. He didn't even technically leave, our mom kicked him out of the house after he had blown his entire paycheck on drugs and gambling. He never has returned since.

Working at a decent size convenient store in the next town over, our mother made just enough to barely make ends meet the best that she could and raised us actually pretty damn well under the circumstances, that is until she got diagnosed with breast cancer and passed away. At her funeral was the first and only time that I have ever seen Jason cry. He always told me that a real man don't cry, but once in a lifetime everyone deserves to be upset about something. Our father made a surprised and uninvited appearance completely wasted. My poor brother had to escort him outside of the building. He got up and tackled the man to the ground. I had never seen someone move so dang fast. After he landed him on the ground, he punched him once in the gut and one time in the face. I think he broke dad's nose, at least I hope that he did. Jason was pissed that dad had showed up at all let alone being drunk. My brother stepped up though and made sure he left us alone. He always looked out for everyone no matter what it cost him.

I’ll never forget the time a few years back when he took Pete and I out fishing for the day. He stole and hot wired Billy Nickel’s blue 1969 Mustang. Billy was his rival in high school who stole his spot as quarterback for the football team. We drove that car a couple hours outside of town to the old lake that mom and dad would take us too back when, well, back when things were alright. The only thing I really remember about going to the lake with our parents was the tire swing that Jason helped me build, it was still there when he took Pete and I back.

I also remember that the entire day of fishing I didn’t catch a damn thing, which would’ve been fine except Pete and Jason were catching blue gill left and right.

They would cast then real in roughly two minutes later than repeat. It was so funny when Pete finally caught the biggest fish of the day, a big ol’ bass and freaking Pete as tough as he was he was afraid to pull the hook out. Said a fish that big might bite his whole finger off.

Jason pulled the hook out for him and then gave him a pair of leather gloves to wear so Pete could hold the fish for a picture. He convinced him that fish were allergic to leather and it would make it go limp.

Jason was taking the picture and right as the flash went off, to Pete’s surprise the otherwise limp fish flopped back and forth scaring the piss out of him. He chucked the damn thing towards Jason who vollied it out towards the water and somehow managed to lose the camera in the process. We all ran over to the edge of the dock to watch the camera slowly sink into the water lower and lower until we could no longer see the bright Kodak orange wrapping. Before we could say anything Pete was stripped down to his underwear and dove head first into the water. Jason and I just started laughing until after about a minute or two Pete emerges with the that bright orange disposable camera. To this day I don’t even know if it can be developed, it’s probably buried in Jason’s closet somewhere.

He said he would take it to the next town over to the CVS where they had a room to develop the film, but he never did. I think the day he was going to, he went to a party with his girlfriend and never thought about that stupid camera again.

After Pete had retrieved the camera he insisted that we pack up and go home because he was freezing and had no towel to dry off. It was also early October in the Midwest so Jason agreed that it’d be good idea to go home. The last thing he wanted was to explain to Pete’s dunken father why he caught a cold and couldn’t leave the house. Whereas most parents wouldn’t think twice about tending to their ill child, Pete’s folks would’ve actually been pissed if they’re kid was stuck inside and needed caring for.

We drove the car to the town closest to ours and dropped it near a park. From there we walked to the bus stop carrying our tackle gear and fishing rods where we rode the bus home. I always liked bus rides, you always meet interesting people. The sort of people you see in Walmart, if we had a Walmart in town. The closest one was a couple hours away and I had only been once. Bus rides though had every kind of unimaginable people you could imagine.

Jason sat in the seat up front and started flirting with the single mom in the seat beside him. Believe it or not she seemed sort of interested. Girls love Jason though, he was a jock and had cool hair.

Pete and I sat towards the back and there was a some old guy with a beard in front of us who was passed out. He was wearing suspenders and sweats while also rocking a sport coat.

The seat next to us was some chick with her hoodie over her head and she was smoking a ciggerete.

I distinctly remember Pete trying to bumb a smoke off of her and she just flipped him the bird. Little did she know, that that made Pete try even harder. Before I knew it he was chatting it up and they may have even exchanged phone numbers, but to be honest I don’t recall.

The bus ride took about an hour or so, I slept most of the way. Jason took us afterwards to the drug store where he bought a six pack of beer. We walked back to the vacant lot. Drinking wasn’t anything new to Pete so he cracked one open and drank it like it was water. I on the other hand hesitated because I had actually naver drank up until this point. Jason lit up a smoke and handed it to me.

“Here this’ll make the beer go down smoother.”

It didn’t, but it was familiar and comforting as smoking was not new to any of us. Before I knew it I was drinking my first beer, actually I had like two or three and since I was only twelve Jason had to carry me home.

“Well I’d better get home I’m beat.” Pete said as he stood up shaking a little. He knew how to drink but two beers deep and only fourteen years old he stumbled a little while he walked home. I was already starting to knod off.

“Jesus kid,” Jason exclaimed. “I should’ve cut ya off at one you’re fallen asleep on me.”

At that my big bro heaved me up over his shoulder and carried me home to our apartment. Those days before Jason had his construction job we were living in a tiny studio that was so small and run down it made our current place feel like a god damn palace.

Here I was again at fourteen years old waking up to Jason carrying me over his shoulder out to the truck. The funeral was over and it was time to go to the cemetery for the burial.

“God, sorry I fell asleep, but shit was that service boring.”

“Don’t worry about it kid, ya’ll been through a lot the last couple of days,” Jason replied in his soft spoken comforting voice.

The procession felt like hours as I sat in the passenger seat trying my hardest not to fall asleep again. We had just turned on to Main street and were stuck between a red Dodge minivan and an old gray Buick. The truck was completely stopped or at least it felt that way as we crept along at under 5 miles an hour. The minivan behind us belonged to Sally’s family. I could see her through the mirror with her brand new SkullCandy headphones that Erik swiped for her from someone at school.

Damn school, I thought. We usually skipped, in fact just the other day Erik and I were walking home after first period when we ran into Pete who was only half sober at the time as usual.

"Whatcha' kids up to?" Pete said in a half drunken slur while catching up to Erik and I who were shuffling our white sneakers through the street with our hands shoved in our jacket pockets. "Nothin legal," I replied with a grin and my head half cocked tryin' to look tough.

"That's what I like to hear," Pete said with a wink while also grabbing my head to give me a noogie.

Everyone did this to me all the time. I would always just put up with it, but to be honest, it irritated the hell out of me. I knew everyone meant well and being only fourteen I was the kid brother of the group even though Erik was actually a year younger than me. I went along with it because none of us ever beat up on Erik the way did each other. The rest of us would tease back and forth but we were all protective of Erik. He had it rough and we all knew it so we didn't mess with him. He had enough shit to deal with at home. Pete ain't much older than me though and I couldn't understand why he's gotta treat me like I'm five? I laughed a little and shrugged it off. We continued to stroll down the street, each with our hands shoved deep into our pockets, shuffling our feet against the pavement, and our shoulders slouched over like a bunch of dirty rough, tough lookin' thugs.

The fresh air felt nice, compared to the stuffy classrooms at school. There was a slight breeze and the sun was shining. Hangin' with your best buds and chillin' was a beautiful way to spend an afternoon rather than a long boring ass day of school.

"Erik? Pete asked, "When your gonna clean up that old house y'all are livin' in?"

"Oh ya know, Erick replied with half of a laugh, "When my old man gets his lazy self around to it."

“That’s gotta be rough man,” Pete put his hand on Erik’s shoulder and almost had a kind face until that four eyed punk smirked his usual charming grin. “Ha, well ya know you can always stay with me,...not that my shithole is much better than yours.” We all had a good laugh as we neared the intersection of the street where the vacant lot was.

Erik's house was quite literally just a stone's throw away. I know this because Erik picked up a smooth sided rock, and said, "Y'all think I can make this over the roof of my house?"

"Probably," I answered, not wanting to bet against Erik.

"Y'all couldn't even hit the broadside of a barn if it came up behind ya and smacked ya in the rear," Pete said while gripping his stomach and throwing his head back with a chuckle.

"Ya know what, Pete continued, "I'll buy ya half of a pack of smokes and a beer if you make that throw."

"Bet," Erik replied with a smirk of confidence..

He stepped backwards, whipped his arm back into a throwing position, and gripped the smooth faced stone so tightly you could see the sweat on his hand. He then lurched forward, launching his arm past his head, chucking the rock towards his house.

Instead of the rock flying up and over and right past the house as planned, it went straight through the open window of the kitchen. We could hear his mom shriek as something made of glass had been shattered. He nearly scared the piss out of her.

She ran outside only to see us already turned around and running through the lot and into the next yard.

Erik made the mistake of looking over his shoulder while he was running and made eye contact with her. Instantly she knew, and you could see the anger in her face begin to swell like a bloated bird.

"Erik! She screamed. "You're grounded for a month young man!"

She stood outside on the porch screaming more and more punishments every second. The impressive thing was that she never seemed to stop and take a breath. It's as if the anger and raged just kept pouring out non stop.

The punishments kept getting more and more creative and severe as she went on.

After a few blocks of running we stopped to catch our breath. We could no longer hear Erik's mom screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Well," Erick started to speak. "Maybe she’s calmed down. I guess I should head home and apologize for whatever I broke." He laughed a little. "Honestly, she don't really care. She just likes to scream at things. She screams at the mailman for putting the mail in the mailbox "upside down." Don't worry, I ain't got nothin' to worry about."

"Well listen Erik," I said, "If you need a place to stay for a while ya know my couch is always open."

"Thanks man, but really, I'll be fine. I just may not see y'all for a few days."

"Let us know as soon as you get out of prison," Pete said as he winked at him.

Pete and I waited walked around for about ten minutes or so before finally heading back over to the vacant lot. Sally was laying on the grass listening to music, and probably sleeping. Pete quietly snuck up behind her and snapped the headphones against her head.

I had just lit up a blunt and Pete was being his usual hilarious self. He really didn’t mean any of it, he was just a butt and liked to joke around.

"What the hell!" She yelled as she jumped up.

Pete snickered, "Sorry, Sal. Ya know me, I couldn't help myself little sis."

She wasn't actually his sister, but Pete being the youngest of one and basically having no parents, treated us all like family.

"It's fine," Sally replied. "I'm just tense, anyone got a cigarette." She looked around on the ground in hopes to find the butt of one at the very least.

"I don't have any Sally." I replied

"Here ya go," Pete handed her one after taking the pack out of his shirt sleeve.

"Thanks, I guess that sorta makes up for you being a jerk," She said with a laugh.

I sat down on the grass leaning against the tree while Pete was casually pacing back and forth.

"Man is there anything fun to do in this stupid town," Pete groaned.

"I just got my allowance. Y'all wanna head to the record store with me? Sally asked.

"Sure I ain't got nowhere to be," I replied.

"What the hell, better than screwing off 'round here," Pete said.

We got up and headed down to the record store in the main part of town. It was about a ten-minute walk or so from the lot which was on the entire other side town if that gives you an idea of just how small this town actually was. On our way there, Pete started harassing some kids from the next town over who went to this fancy ass prep school. I don't know what they were doing around here. Probably bored the same as us only they must’ve had a car. We were always fightin’ with kids from neighboring towns. One of them had on a letterman’s jacket, cuffed jeans, and a shaved head. The other two were both wearing white button down shirts, one had on a brown pair of khakis and the other had on a pair of black dress pants. Their town was a quite a bit bigger than ours and full of mostly pompous ass rich folks.

They started cussing us out so Pete pushed up his sleeves and yelled, "Ya chumps wanna fight or something, cause we'd kick your ass!"

"We ain't afraid of a bunch poor thugs like you!" They yelled back.

"Fine then, Pete yelled as we crossed the street to the record store. "Meet us at the vacant lot on the other side of town at three this afternoon, and don't ya’ll be late!"

They knew exactly where the vacant lot was in our town. The stupid ghost legend made our lot pretty well known around here and by other surrounding towns. We often would get neighboring gangs running through our territory because of that stupid ass legend.

"What are you doing?" I spoke up aggressively, after having been mostly quiet almost the whole walk down.

"Relax kid, they aint gonna show, and if they do, we'll beat the hell out of 'em.

"Whatever," I said as we walked through the door of the record shop.

"Hey boys, the store clerk said as we entered the building. "Oh, sorry Sally," the Clerk apologized. "I didn't see who you were under the ball cap."

"It's fine, she said with a sigh. "I get it all the time."

"Maybe if you didn't dress like such a tomboy and actually tried to show off some of your feminine charm people wouldn't mistake you for one of the guys," Pete teased her.

"Maybe if you didn't act like such an ass all the time I wouldn't do this," Sally punched him real hard in the gut, almost knocking him backwards off of his feet. He clenched his gut, with his shoulders hunched, caught his balance and laughed. "You hit like a guuurl." He teased again. She promptly ignored him as she usually does and then started browsing through the CDs in the record store. Their bantering was always in good fun.

"Y'all ready to go?" She said, holding up the Blink-182 Enema of the State album. The record had been out of Blink records for a hot minute, but Sally was in love with them. She was really into oldie type music from the 90s mostly because of her big brother.

"I can't believe that they had it," she said.

"I still don't understand what you see in them Sallyl," I said with a slight laugh.

"Don't hate, she said. "They're one of my favs and Tom DeLonge is so friggin cool."

"No he's not, I replied. "He's super crazy, but whateves."

We always gave Sally a hard time cause she listened to weird alternative music that was a few years old.

"You should try and listen to some music from this decade lil' sis."

Sally ignored the both of us as she proceeded to pay for the CD.

"Aight, let's get outta this place," Pete whispered after Sally handed the cash to the store clerk.

"What'd you do?" Sally glared at him.

"Let's just get out of here, quickly please," he said again. "Now...ish," as Pete shoved us out the door with one hand while holding his jacket closed with the other.

“Wait, my change,” Sally fought against him.

"Let's run," Pete said as he took off down the sidewalk. We quickly followed him as we heard someone from the back of the store yell, "Hey stop!"

I whipped my head around and saw one of the store clerks shouting at us from the doorway.

While still looking behind me and running I shouted ahead at Pete, "What the hell did you do man?"

"Watch where you're going!" Sally yelled at me as she grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the way of wiping out and planting my face straight into a telephone pole.

"Thanks," I said while still sprinting to catch up with Pete.

"Dumbass," Sally answered, shaking her head and laughing.

We finally caught up with Pete who after turning the corner was now just casually strolling down the sidewalk whistling a toon. I was hunched over with my hands on my knees and my tongue hanging out of my mouth panting like a dog. I was about ready to puke.

"Oh come on Jonah, you're not that outta shape," Sally said sarcastically. The truth is, I was out of shape and starting to get a little chubby too.

"What'd you steal this time Pete?" I asked.

"Just wait 'til we get back to the lot and I'll show ya.

"Give it here!" Sally demanded, as she snatched it out from under his jacket.

She stared at it for a hot minute and then glared at Pete and as she tossed it over her head to the ground behind her.

"Don't do that! Give it back!" Pete exclaimed as he ran over and picked it up off the ground. Then stuffed it back into his jacket.

"What was it?" I asked.

"Nothin' of your concern kid, I'll tell you when...," Pete was answering quickly as Sally interrupted, "It's a playboy magazine."

"Well give it here!" I said quickly.

Sally shook her head and just put on her headphones as she walked briskly ahead of us. She often tried to ignore our childishness. Even though she was only a year older than me, she likes to act like she was all grown up a lot of the time. We teased her more because of it, but honestly she kept our group from getting into too much trouble. We started to head back to the vacant lot where we figured we would just chill for a bit, until those prep school kids showed up to fight if they did at all.

"Yo Pete can I bum a smoke off ya?"

"Sure kid, but ya owe me, cause that's like your fourth or fifth one in the last hour. I'm all for smokin' cancer into your lungs, but geez kid, you gotta lay off a bit." He laughed as he said it, half joking.

"Yea whatever!" I replied. You smoke almost two packs a day."

"Yes, but I'm older than you." Pete said in his usual persuasive and charming tone. I knew better than to argue with him.

As we approached the vacant lot Pete and I ran ahead racing each other to the big tree in the corner. Sally was still off in her own little music world with her headphones on blaring loudly. Sally wasn't paying any attention except to cover her face to keep from blushing when Pete tried showing off. As he was running he tried jumping vertically onto the old picnic table near the tree. He landed successfully on top of the table skinning his knee a little, turned around and winked at both Sally and I, but immediately lost his balance and fell backwards onto the ground.

"Need a hand" I ran over to him, stretching out my hand to help him up.

"Thanks kid."

"You alright."

"Yea I'm all good." He laughed.

Sally was tried not to laugh while sitting underneath the tree with her headphones around now her neck blaring her new CD.

"Pete what are we gonna do if those kids show up?" I asked.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do," Pete replied. "I'm gonna kick their butts."

"They didn't even really do anything, except cuss you out a little," I responded. Besides you started it.”

"Eh, you know me, I like pickin' fights for no reason; otherwise, this town gets boring." Pete said.

To be honest, Pete was actually right about that. This town is really boring if you don't make your own fun somehow.

I wouldn't personally choose to start fights all the time with strangers, but we weren't about to judge Pete. It's just who he was.

He always fought fair, and never used weapons. Pete just honestly loved to pick fights and prove how tough he was.

Last summer he had picked a fight with a Senior, Bruce Williams.

Bruce was the biggest, scariest dude in school. He was captain of the football team and everyone knew not to mess with him. Anyway, they had agreed on no blades or weapons of any kind. Pete still got beat up real bad of course, but he didn't back down, even when Bruce pulled a wooden baseball bat on him.

We all tried to jump in and help Pete out, giving him a fair fight, but Pete wouldn't allow it. He had too much pride and too much integrity. He'd rather get beat up and lose than cheat to win.

Pretty soon those kids showed up on their bikes while we were chillin'. They seemed to be just goofing off for a while before approaching us.

'Hey what the hell y'all doin here so early?" Pete shouted as he sprinted up to them leaving us behind. Sally and I turned to each other with a quick glance and then followed quickly behind Pete.

"Y'all kids get outta here unless you're ready to fight now," Pete said.

Sally had already dropped her headphones on the ground gettin' ready to fight. I put both my fists in the air and shouted, "He's right we're gonna beat the hell outta ya!”

I saw what looked to be the oldest and leader of the group reach his fist deep into his front pocket. Assuming him to be reaching for a blade I put my left hand on my knife in my back pocket while still keeping my right fist in front of my face ready to either take a hit or quickly throw a punch.

Before he could pull anything out, Pete reached out his left arm, grabbed the punk by his shirt, and yanked him off of his bike.

Winding up his right arm and clenching a fist preparing to throw the first punch at the kid, when all of a sudden, we heard that dreaded sound. A police siren. The noise sounded like it was close. We all turned around quickly and the cop was sitting in his car on the other side of the lot.

“Damn it!” Pete Exclaimed. “I can’t get caught got by the cops right now, not again.”

Pete had had a record before and he always prided himself on doing jail time. He liked being a thug. So I wasn't sure why he was so freaked out this time.

“Why?” Sally asked him.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain it later, but I gotta go.”

Pete immediately dropped the chump he was holding and took off in the other direction. He hopped the fence into Erik's yard and kept running. The rest of us scattered, even the little brats we were about to fight knew that this time we were all on the same side against the cop and we would drop whatever beef we had with each other and make sure everyone got away.

The cop, after getting out of his squad car, for some reason didn't chase any of us and instead made a b-line towards the direction that Pete had run. I thought it was odd, but afterall the old store clerk was probably the one who called the cops and gave Pete’s description.

We pulled into the cemetery and I got out of the truck. Jason walked quickly over to Pete’s mom who was still crying and was having a hard time getting out of the car. Everyone knew it was cause she was never sober, certainly not at a time like this, but regardless, we take care of our own, that included our old friend’s mom and dad.

I hadn’t seen Pete after that night with the police in the vacant lot until the incident with Jackson Pierce and the backpack. I still wasnt sure where Pete had gotten the gun, but based on how he reacted to the cop showing up the other night I assumed that he had stolen it recently. Erik and I still hadn’t told Sally about the backpack or the gun, but maybe we thought should, so I went over to Erik’s place that night to talk about it.

The door was locked which normally would be unusual but I didn’t think much of it so I went around to the back window.

The yard was filthy and over grown. I picked up a rock from the gravel driveway and tossed it up at the window then sprinted back over to the front door. That was our signal we would often use to not wake up parents by knocking or ringing the doorbell. I figured this way Erik would for know it was me at the door.

I stood at the door with my hands shoved deep into my denim pockets. After about a minute Erik opened the door. “Come on in,” he said. Mom’s asleep and dad’s passed out drunk in front of the T.V.

We walked quietly to the kitchen. There I told Erik about the run in with the cops and that I thought we outta tell Sally about the backpack.”

“Alright then, it’s settled. Tomorrow morning let’s meet at Sally’s place with the backpack.” Erik said.

My mind still racing with thoughts from the days before, I watched as four strong men began lowering Pete’s casket into the ground. It was then that it me that I really was saying goodbye to my oldest friend for the last time. I turned my head trying to hide my tears as Jason put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

It was a hell of a fight. After Pete took off to meet Jackson Pierce at the old Seven Eleven I quickly ran home to tell Jason.

Normally, none of us would care about Pete getting into yet another fight, but with a gun involved this was different.

I got to our apartment building and Jason's truck wasn't there so I assumed he was working late.

I ran back to Sally’s place to find her sitting on her front porch with a ciggerete in her hand.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Pete, he uh, Jackson Pierce…uh gun FIGHT!" I panted trying to catch my breath.

"What about a fight?" Sally asked with a puzzled look on her face.

I stood up after catching my breath and nearly puking my guts out from running.

"Pete is on his way to the Seven Eleven to fight Jackson Pierce who has the gun!" I shouted.

"What the hell!" Sally said frantically. "How did he get the gun?"

"He jumped me." I explained. "Pete assured me he'll be fine, but I'm not so sure. Jackson Pierce was pissed about slashed tires or soemthing.”

"We gotta get over there." Sally said quickly as she jumped out of her chair and ran to get her bike.

I hopped on the back and we rode as fast as we could down to the Seven Eleven.

As we approached the building and could see from a couple blocks away lights from a cop car but what we didn't see until we got there neither one of us will ever forget.

There we were stopped on Sally's bike staring across the parking lot at a pool of blood and in the center was our dear friend Pete, dead. He had been shot.

“No!” Sally screamed as she threw down her bike not even realizing I was still on the back. She pushed past the baracades towards Pete’s body when a cop grabbed her arm.

“Get back little girl this is a crime scene.”

Sally crumpled to the ground and began sobbing.

“Where’s Jackson Pierce?” I asked the cop. “He had a gun. They were gonna fight. Where is he!” I finally shouted.

“Son, listen your friend here was the one with a gun. 38 caliber pistol that he pulled on the cashier. I saw him running out of the store as I pulled in. He froze, then pointed his firearm at my vehicle. After the first shot at my windshield I had no choice but to put him down out of self-defense.”

“No!” I screamed at the cop and then ran over to Sally in tears.

The cashier from the store was yelling at the cops, saying there was two of them and the other one had got away still armed. I saw two cops get into a squad car saying on the radio to be on the look out for a teenager in the nighborhood armed with a gun. Then the car took off.

I didn’t really think about what went down in the moment, but the two were probably planning to rob the gas station to settle something about money and Jackson Pierce being the coward that he is fled the scene letting Pete take the fall. I’m really glad he hadn’t shown his face that day at the funeral.

It’s been about a week since we laid Pete’s body in the ground, but honestly it felt like months now. I hung out with Erik yesterday, but we just sat in silence drinking a couple beers in the vacant lot. We went over to Sally’s house, but her mom says she refuses to leave her room. We are all still in shock over what happened.

“I don’t know what will become of our little gang in this run down neighborhood, but I do know for sure that things will never be the same. Not with our ol’ buddy Pete being gone.

I still can’t believe he went and got himself killed, of all the stupid things he’s done. I can’t be mad at him though. That was Pete for ya, wild and reckless and bound one way or the other to get killed or caught up in something bad.

I wish I had someone to talk to about everything that’s happened up ‘till now. Not like a therapist or any feelings shit like that, but just a friend who could listen. Everyone just remains silent. I honestly can’t blame them. It’s a lot to process.

At that, I set down my pen and closed my journal. I needed to take to a walk and maybe buy a pack of smokes.

#tragedy #flashbacks #short story

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browneyedhex · 3 years ago

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Friendly Gesture

"Why is it so slow today, Y/N?" Soda asks with a small whine in his tone. Today was indeed slow to the point where Steve had to go home because no one came by needing their cars worked on.

"I don't know...today's felt kind off though." You mumble, straightening yourself up from the counter and look over at the window to where the pumps were. No one has come in since almost an hour ago.

"Man, I'm so hungry...I wonder what Darrys making for supper." Soda says, spinning around his chair while using a pencil to tap at nothing and then the counter once he made a complete spin. "Hey...do you wanna come over tonight?" Soda suddenly asks.

You look over at him, "I don't know..I was kind of looking forward to just having popcorn and candy for dinner again." You said sarcastically to which it makes him grin, "I don't think thats very healthy."

"I'll come over." You say, noticing the clock on the wall. "You wanna just leave?" You ask Soda. It was mostly you and Soda that handled the store and with the time of the year, the owner couldn't be too mad about closing two hours early.

Surely everyone had to be at home, getting cozy with some blankets, movies and hot cocoa. Or home late because of the snow. Either way, you just wanted to spend some quality time with your favorite family.

Especially a specific member of the family.

"I'm out. " Soda says, wasting no time jumping off the seat and towards the front door, leaving you to close things up while he made funny faces at you from behind the door.

You roll your eyes, "Jerk....I hope you freeze out there waiting!" You yell, hoping he could hear you. You went to the back, locking the back door and going through the numerous switches to turn off lights. You finished taking care of pump controls before shrugging as you looked at the floor.

You were gonna be the first one here tomorrow anyways. You look outside to see the snow coming down. Luckily you and Soda were smart enough to bring more than thin flannels.

"You wanna race to my house?" Soda asks with a grin as he bounces around. "Hell no, if I go running I'll slip on my ass."

"I'll be there to catch you." He smiles. "Last time you said that, it was the ground that caught me."

You both got to talking, bouncing around the conversation to random topics before you saw the familiar porch light on and the house looking welcoming like it always did. You could see some snowmen that Twobit and Johnny did, a misfigured one that Dally put up quickly, talking about how "its not tuff."

You both got to the front steps, stomping to get the snow off before Soda opens the door allowing you in first. "Ladies first." He bows. "Oh my, what a gentlemen!" You put on a southern accent and walked past him.

"Hey, Dar. I brought Y/N over for the night. Hope that's okay!" He meant it more of a statement than a question. You were gonna be here either way.

You heard the sound of plates crashing and silverware dropping. You look over to see Ponyboy struggling to not drop them onto the floor as the utensils were around him. "You okay there, butterfingers?" You grin, joking as you make your way over to the kitchen to help him grab the plates from him.

"I-I just got done doing the dishes...that's why I almost dropped them- hands are wet." He explains, swallowing thickly before picking up the forks he dropped.

You smile and nod before going over to the stove and to help Darry pile food on everyone's plates. "Just be careful." You said to Pony who smiled and nodded, "Yes ma'am."

You smile to yourself. Pony was a good kid and you had to admit he is pretty cute. Definitely different from everyone in town. He was dreamy. "Alright, everyone at the table." Darry says as plates were full and carried to the table.

Soda was gone for a bit and when he came back he had on a loose white shirt and fuzzy plaid pajama pants. "Sure is cold out there." Soda says with a slight shiver.

"I know. I nearly froze to death shovelin snow off the stairs." Pony says, looking down before grabbing a glass of chocolate milk.

"Doesn't help that you forgot a coat." Darry grumbles and you sigh, before looking over at Pony who was frowning. "Yeah, I'd hate to see you sick Pony..who else am I gonna pelt snow at?" You joke, grinning.

You and Pony always had to have snowball fights, usually involving the whole gang but it always started with you two until your body was pink from being hit so much with snow and ice. "Besides, then I'd have to take time off and become your nurse." You giggle to which makes Pony blush.

"You gonna put on a nurses outfit too, Y/N?" Soda asks with a smirk and you roll your eyes, "Why? I think it would look more flattering on you." You said, making Pony and Darry choke on their food and try to hide in their laughter.

"Alright. I'm gonna head to bed you three-" Darry looks over as Soda was already passed out. "-Two head to bed soon." Darry says going to his bedroom.

The three of you were in the living room. Pony had offered his cozy pajamas for you to stay in for the night. Jeans were no good. You were the only ones up, drinking warm drinks with blankets draped over the three of your laps.

Snow was still falling from the sky but you were kept warm. "He sure does fall asleep easy, huh?" You ask, looking over at Soda.

"Yeah...Y/N I appreciate you coming over...its been a while with you workin full time and all...kind of missed ya." Pony says tiredly.

You smile, feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry, Pony. I'll try to come over more often. Now cmere I'm cold." You say and he blushes, scooting closer and you both wrapped arms around each other.

Keeping each other safe and warm. It was nice until Soda started snoring and stealing the whole blanket as he rolled over.

#dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #sodapop curtis #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston headcanons #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years ago

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Croc brother

A/n: this is kinda like a part two to the request I got about the croc brother

Summary: the turtles having a crocodile brothers that April didn't really know about comes in handy especially when it comes to big mama

Version:rise

Yes you were the brother of the turtles and no one really knew since your a crocodile and you don't get out very much. April was shocked when she met you. Not only were you you crocodile mutant but you were way more realistic than the turtles. Your mouth was just like a crocodile, you sunbathe subconsciously, you hold things in your mouth when you feel it needs protection. You know a crocodile. But today the brothers needed you to get into big mamas hotel.you didn't really what to but you were their last hope. So you agreed if leo came with you. Everyone was quiet before they agreed. Leo wasn't happy about it. When you two got there you knew he needed a disguise. But you didn't have that do your mouth was the best option to get him in. He didn't want to do it but he fit and it didn't show. He was basically crying in his shell. When you got in the hotel the workers seen you were a mutant and let you in. The elevator worker explained the experience you were deemed to get before the elevator stopped. When you were looking around you dropped leo off in the middle of a random hallway.

"I can't believe you made me go In there"

"Yeah and I wanted to sunbathe today"

"You always sunbathe though"

"Just hurry up and find what you need I'm gonna look around away from you"

And with that you and leo separated. But while you were looking around gus found you. He didn't attack you immediately Just sniffing you. When he sniffed your mouth he smelled leo but it was mainly your mouth so he took you to big mama Instead of attacking you. Big mama wasn't in her spider form so when you got their she was just sitting in her chair as gus put you in one of the seats.

"So you know the turtles"

"Yeah, why?"

"Hmm, are you friends with the turtles"

You thought from a moment before coming up with idea. You scoffed

"Me? Friends with those turtles? You got the wrong mutant"

She smiled

"So I'm guessing you fought the turtles before"

"Yep and I almost made a snack out of the one who wears blue, but the orange one got in the way"

You were thinking about yesterday's training. You had gotten leo but you didn't hurt him just slightly bit him, but mikey got ahold of your top jaw and Pryed it open. Then raph was able to take you down for a moment but you got back up and attack again, you accidentally cut donnies mask in the process. That's when training stopped because you felt bad and thought you hurt him so he got the hit on you and won.

"Oh my, I've also had tuff encounters with them so why don't we help eachother"

"What do you mean?"

"Well we believe one of the turtles are in hotel currently and we need some assistance finding him"

"What's in it for me?"

"Well since your a crocodile I'm guessing you can't really get messages and high quality meals, so we can get the for you and the best spot to sunbathe anything you need but only if you help us"

"You got yourself a deal"

You two shook hands before she went you off to find leo. When you did he was in a random hallway and didn't hear you.

"Leo"

You were whispering so no one heard you.

"Y/n you have to help me gus is tracking me"

"Actually leo I kinda made a deal with big mama I would help track you down"

"What!"

"Sh! Now just act like it's training okay or else we're both doomed"

"Fine but you owe me"

"No I don't your the reason I'm here right now I never wanted to be here I owe you nothing"

Before he could say something you charged at him. Lucky he dodged it just in time. You quickly changed courses and jumped at Leo successfully knocking him down, slamming him Into the ground at the same time. And I right before you could say sorry the hotel workers turned the corner but they remembered what big mama said and didn't get in the way of two to. Leo looked up at you shocked, hoping you'd help him, but nope you quickly reached for him but he jumped out of the way. That didn't work to much since your tail tripped him. Your tail wrapped around him and threw him towards the end of the hallway. Now it was Leo's turn. But he didn't have the energy so when you charged at him he made a portal right on a door and went in it, making you body slam a hotel door breaking it in the process. You looked up and seen a corn snake yokai in a flowy poke a dot dress standing in front of a mirror.

"Sorry"

You got up and grapped the door putting it back in place it was perfect but it stayed. You turned around and seen the hotel workers. You panicked a bit but they just gave you a thumbs up before running down the hall. You signed and walked down the hall you were in currently but the opposite way they did. Meanwhile with leo. He portaled himself to a closet guess you could say he's still in the closet haha sorry leo called Donnie on his ear piece to tell him what's happening.

"Hey nardo how's it going over there"

"Bad Donnie bad, first everything was going great, y/n dropped me off in some random hallway before left, then next time I see him he's attacking me saying he made a deal with big mama"

"Okay that's smart of him but did you win the fight at least"

"No he totally beat my shell and how is that smart of him"

"So she doesn't get suspicious of him and I'm guessing he just full blown attacked you so he made it look realistic so he doesn't get caught"

"Oh, then what am I supposed to do"

"Um treat him like someone that's looking for you okay dodge him because we both know y/n will keep up this act until he knows it's safe for both of you"

"Okay thanks D"

"Yeah yeah, now don't die leo"

Leo hang up and portaled himself out of closet. Back to you, you have been summoned to big mamas office.

"So you were telling the truth"

"Yeah me and turtles don't go way back but we have some history"

"Is that so"

"Hmm"

"Since you have deemed yourself trust worthy, I won't kill you but I need you to find that turtle"

"Of course, miss um"

"Just call me mama"

"Alright mama I'll find that turtle, but do happen to know his name"

"Hmm I think it's leo since that's what the other turtles called him"

You nodded before heading yo the elevator.

"Wait"

You turned around to look at mama

"What should I call you"

"Y/n"

She smiled and watched you leave. She was a bit suspicious so she sent some of here workers to watch to but not make it obvious. You looked for leo as an act you weren't actually looking for leo, and he was making sure you wouldn't find him. You were smart enough to not put the act down for one second since then they would know. You were putting a full act that you were hunting leo but your not a animal with a insane sense of smell so it was difficult. Leo did a good job of staying away from you and making sure not to get caught. Leo didn't know were the thing he was looking for but he had an idea. But it was risky. Big mamas safe was the only place he could think of but she was obviously in her office so that wouldn't be easy. But maybe you could get it. He couldn't risk it so he called in mikey. When mikey there no one knew that counts you. You weren't informed that mikey was their. So leo told mikey the plan and mikey was ready. The plan was that leo would distract you and lead you to big mamas office and while big mama and you try to get leo mikey gets into the safe and gets out. Mikey and loe knew it was risky but it was the only way. So they started. Mikey waiting in the elevator for leo and you. But you two would come from the top so mikey was scared since he wasn't protected much but as soon as he heard the thump of you landing on the elevator mikey clicked the button to big mamas office. Mikey started to go in his shell and pressed himself against the wall but he buttons so big mama wouldn't see him. Mikey was worried since he knew leo wasn't on or in the elevator but in instead already in big mamas office all mikey had to do was tell you the plan before the elevator stopped. So he climbed up just enough to were you could hear him.

"Psst y/n it's mikey"

"Mikey? Want are you doing here"

"Helping on when this elevator stopped it's gonna be at big mamas office and your gonna have to help big mama fight leo so I can sneak into the safe"

"Mikey that's risky"

"I know but if it's done right it'll work just don't point me out and we'll be good"

"Fine but help me down there"

Mikey helped you into the elevator and had you stand right in front of the door so he could sneak by. When the elevator stopped you were second guessing everything but the messages, and the food, but mainly the sunbathing. The door opened and there was leo some how holding his own against big mama. You looked at Mikey and nodded before running out towards leo. Mikey snuck by and out to the safe. He had to remember which painting so it took him a hot second but he got it. When he did he looked at you three and big mama didn't notice yet. Then he looked but and quickly put in the safe password. Then looked back again big mama still hasn't noticed. Os he looked back just as the safe wa finishing opening. He quickly ran in side the safe and seen what he was looking for. A green and purple gem, it had gold flakes here and there. There was a black looking crack in the middle but hey it want actually a crack.

(This is my horrible drawing I of how i imagine the gem mikeys holdingl)

Mikey looked at the glowing gem, then quickly pocketed it. He closed the safe before running towards leo.

"LEO! I GOT IT"

"IM COMING MIKEY"

Leo a portal just in time to get him and mikey leaving you and big mama behind.

"Dang it they got away"

You just stood there like you were about to tell splinter you puked in the middle of the night. Big mama turned to you. You tense up.

"Well you never turned on me and clearly you don't have a good history with the turtles"

She signed.

"I'll get the stuff wee agree on since you helped me even thought you didn't get the turtles you've proved yourself"

She called down her workers before explaining to them. So you got to eat a good meal, then get a great message, THEN you got to sunbathe in the perfect spot. While leo was getting bandaged up you were enjoying yourself.

A/n:so I only realized how long this was held way through so sorry about that. But I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagine #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x male reader #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt

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liquid-luck-00 · 4 years ago

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My Life is One Complication After Another

Inspired by this post by @dolphin-ghost

Happy New Year everyone

Some cursing 🤬

Ao3 ~~~ Part 1 ~~~ Next

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Marinette has always been willing to give everyone a second chance. That may have been why she still had people to consider them as her friends. That is why when Lila started yet another lie about some celebrity she, Adrien, Chloe, and Juleka were holding their laughter and rolled their eyes.

"Honest Alya I'm like this" Lila crossed her fingers "with Bruce's kids." Alya must not have recognized the name as the liar gave a small laugh "oh, right Bruce Wayne, he prefers to only go by Bruce."

"Oh my God, Girl you have got to give me an interview for my blog!" Alya lapped up the story.

"Of course" Lila smiled, then looked over at Marinette "Anything for my best friend."

At this point, Marinette wasn't paying attention to the liar. Instead Mari was talking in low voices with her actual best friend, Adrien. They sat on the very back bench and Juleka and Chloe on the bench in front of them.

That was their normal, it had been since their eighth year. Now two years later it was routine, her classmates shunned her only talking with her for class assignments. Otherwise they ignored her and that may just have been the best outcome.

She, Chloe, Juleka, Luka, and Adrien were in the park working on a photoshoot. Adrien was behind the camera while Juleka and Luka were modeling. Marinette and Chloe were changing for the next set. When they came out Mari noticed several reporters around the perimeter. Security had them handled and she focused on modeling her creation.

However this wasn't the last she saw of the reporters. They were always at the school questioning the students. What they were asking she didn't know as she was never questioned.

Three weeks of spotting and avoiding reporters, with them swarming the school she needed to get creative in order to transform. Lila was of course bathing in the limelight and attention.

Mari was the last person out of the school as she was getting the homework for her three friends who didn't come today. The first thing she noticed coming out of the courtyard was the purple limo. Her honorary uncle came to pick her up. As soon as the door closed said uncle was crushing her in a hug.

"It's Rock' n to see ya Nettie" Jagged spoke, the hug muffling his voice slightly.

"Same here Jagged," wiggling out of Jagged's hug she reached over to hug Penny. "so what's with the escort?"

"A close friend of ours wanted to meet you and He and his son's are waiting at our room," Penny explained.

"Okay..." she hesitated exiting the car to head inside "but why? Is this a commission or what?"

After a silent elevator ride, Penny hesitated at the door before speaking. "We are hoping you could clear something up actually," as she opened the door.

Mari stepped in and noticed them. The eldest looked to be around mid to late thirties, black hair and bluebell eyes, dressed in a dark charcoal suit.

The youngest of the boys seemed to be a couple years younger than her, shorter than her by a head, tanned skin, short black hair, and jade eyes. A scowl on his face partially hidden by the collar of a black peacoat and slacks as he sat on the arm chair.

A boy around her age with chin length black hair and azure eyes, a red hoodie under a grey bomber jacket and black pants. He looked like he hadn't slept in at least a week, and if how he was holding the travel mug in his hands it was probably true.

Next to him was another boy who looked a couple of years older, black messy hair about 5 cm at the longest and a white tuff in front, cerulean eyes, a brown leather jacket and distressed jeans. He seemed familiar but couldn't place it.

The last boy also had long black hair but seemed to be layered and shorter in the front, sky blue eyes, a blue varsity jacket and jeans. He would either be the eldest or second, he had a bright smile but kept shooting a glance at Fang.

Speaking of which once she was in the room and she saw him, he charged at her, knocking her over. Mari was giggling as Fang rolled over and she was lost to the world as she doted on the crocodile.

"Nettie" Penny finally managed to get her attention.

"Sorry," she stood "but if it wasn't done we wouldn't be able to talk. Hello I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng it is nice to meet you." again she smiled.

"Bruce Wayne" the man introduced himself, "and my sons. My youngest Damian." he gestured to the boy with green eyes. "Next is Tim" gesturing to the boy with the mug who rose it in acknowledgment. "Jason is the second oldest" the boy with the white tuff gave a lop sided smile. "And my eldest Dick" whose smile seemed to become brighter.

She smiled nodding at everyone before realization hit. A quick snap of her fingers before pulling out her phone, opened up her texts and started typing, ending with a quick picture of Jason.

I think I just met your idiot friend

She put away her phone. Not even a minute later another went off.

The ringing stopped once, twice, thrice, and on the fourth Jason, spoke up. "Sorry I should take this."

"Go ahead this can wait a moment." Mari smiled.

As soon as Jason answered the phone "What the hell are you doing in Paris!?" everyone heard the caller as Jason was holding the phone an arm length away.

"How did you know... you?!" it dawned on Jason.

"Guilty," she smiled. "I guess you're not as big of an idiot as Roy made you out to be."

"Hey!" Jason called before turning to the phone. "What the hell did you tell her Harper!" By now Roy was on speaker.

"You can't prove what I said, ya know," she could practically see Roy's smirk.

"Video's however," she was now smirking.

"What!!" Jason seemed to freeze.

"Bug! No!" Roy was sounding like he was going to start panicking.

"I think I have a few saved," she tapped her chin.

That was when Bruce cleared his throat. "As amusing as this is we have business to discuss."

"Talk to ya later Mari." Roy bid her farewell. "Oh and Jason don't underestimate her." the call ended.

"Okay so how do you know Roy?" Dick finally asked.

"Oh. It was at a charity ball hosted by Oliver Queen," she replied nonchalantly.

"Was it the same one where a baby elephant ended up at the event. Following you the whole time." Penny asked exasperated.

"I still don't get how you think we had anything to do with that." Marinette finally sat down. She ended up sitting on the ground leaning against the couch next to Jagged, Fang resting his head on her out stretched legs.

"I have so many questions,” Tim finally added to the conversation.

"Tt. can we stop beating around the bush already," Damian was irritated and it showed. "Are you or are you not my biological sister."

He seemed ready to pounce, unfortunately that was dangerous in Paris. Especially as she saw an akuma right outside the window. The question asked now forgotten as she focused on the corrupted butterfly.

"Nope, Nope. I am not dealing with an akuma today." she stood up. Took a deep breath and let her anger and frustrations to the surface. The smile fell from her face. "If you want a puppet have a marionette" Kwamii Adrien is rubbing off on me.

The butterfly changed targets and was heading towards her, finally gaining the other's attention. She vaulted over the couch and made a beeline to her backpack. By then the akuma was close so she tossed the backpack over to everyone and rolled out of the way.

"Glass jar, unscrew it" she called out.

"How pathetic running from a bug." Damian moved quickly to catch the butterfly but it moved and found something in his pocket. He was engulfed in purple and then he stood there in evergreen armor with golden accents. A red and yellow cape and a pitch black sword in his hand. Pocket knife, the sword is where the akuma is.

"Screw it" she turned and with two quick jabs his two arms went limp. A third knocked him to the ground.

She picked up the sword and went to Dick who was holding the jar. She took the jar, broke the sword, and went to catch the butterfly. As soon as she screwed the lid on the butterfly began to turn white.

She let out the breath she was holding as she compartmentalized her emotions yet again.

"What the fuck was that!" Jason screamed and so did Dick, minus the curse.

"Where and why do you have one of those," Jagged asked.

Finally Damian shouted "Why can I not move? What did you do?" he accused.

"Okay so the butterfly was an akuma used by Hawkmoth, Paris’ villain, to manipulate anyone with strong negative emotions. These champions or Akuma are used to attempt to retrieve magical jewels from our heroes. The jar was given to me and a few others in my class, because our class is a hot bed for akuma, by Ladybug, one of the heroes." she gave a short and simple run down. "As for Damian, those were a series of pressure points,” infused with magic to-take down people easily, "it should wear off in a few minutes."

"Teach me please!" Tim begged.

"I dunno." she started to chew her lip and shift her weight.

"Roy's warning now makes a lot more sense," Jason hummed.

"Tt. adequate," Damian muttered softly, Marinette is sure she is the only one who heard.

"Okay so where were we?" she smiled turning and sitting back down with Fang.

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achliegh · 3 years ago

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Mistletoe Madness: Day 5

Sunflower Crowns

Olive and Otto go to the Olympics

“So what did you do today?” Olive wasn’t sure how to answer her dad's question without completely giving away the surprise. She just shares a look with her brother, after a few seconds they answer at the same time.

“Nothing!” Shoveling food in their mouths before anyone can ask anything else.

Leo watches his offspring eat sloppily, he couldn’t help the small smile that creeped onto his face to show. Olive and Otto have grown into amazing people. Olive was a defense player on her school and club hockey teams while Otto was one of the most well known male figure skaters in the country. Every time he looked at them he had an immense feeling of pride fill his chest.

Olive was taller than Otto by a good few inches, still shorter than Finn but taller than June. While Otto stayed around the same height as Logan. Otto started growing out his hair this year making it a while mop of blonde and white, the scar on the side of his head was surrounded by white hair just like Leo him self's little white tuff on his temple. Olive rarely cuts her curly brown hair that makes her look so much like her mother, reaching down her back but always in some form of braid because that was really the only tame hairstyle that worked for her. Olive was also broader and more built than Otto who has issues putting on weight even on the same performance diet as his sister.

Otto still gets fainting spells every once in a while, especially on the ice, luckily he hasn’t ever had one while performing but he has in practice before. Otto's coaches were a lesbian elderly couple that go by Poppy and Minnie, Minnie actually used to be Sirius’ lawyer until he retired a couple years ago. Leo’s kids were his pride and joy.

“Okay? Sounds like you’re hiding something.” Leo narrows his eyes playfully and takes note of how Logan and Finn look as though they know something but can’t say. Which means Finn’s cheeks are red and Logan is all jittery. June has a more cool attitude but her eyes are shifting making it obvious she knows as well.

“Don’t tell me you got into another argument with your history teacher Olive.” Ink gives her a look and their daughter just shakes her head. “Did Otto do something? All of you are acting weird.” Everyone besides Leo and herself freeze for a second before Otto speaks up.

“You have to promise you aren't going to freak out.” Leo and Ink nod slowly, Leo raising a scarred eyebrow he got three years ago from being stupid and being a goalie for Olive as she practices and not wearing a helmet. “Olive and I tried out for the Olympics a couple months ago and we got the news today that we made it on the teams…!” He stares at his parents as they blink a couple of times.

“I… AM SO PROUD!” Leo laughs wholeheartedly before getting up and walking around the table to his kids around their necks. Smushing wet kisses on their cheeks and smiling as they complain. “Why didn’t you tell us!” He makes his way back to his seat and scoots his chair in.

“We didn’t want to jinx it.” Olive says as she takes another huge bite of her pasta and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Also you have a tendency to start worrying before anything is confirmed.”

“And we are barely eighteen, you said we couldn’t try out until we were. So we tried out on our birthday.” Otto says as he hands his sister a napkin.

“When do you leave?” Finn speaks up, Finn was in the Olympics when he was younger. Like two or three years after he acquired this family. He came back telling stories of how much fun it was but also about how adult it was with people as young as fifteen around. With this information Leo and Ink asked the o’s to not try out until they were adults, meaning eighteen. Now that they are of that age Finn and Logan helped them get tryout spots through some friends of theirs and June drove them to tryouts telling Ink and Leo that she was ‘distracting them’ while they set up a party. It worked way too well.

“We leave January first! We are supposed to go a month early to train on the rinks and stuff at the actual place. Plus we have to get tested for various things before we are even able to set foot in Korea.” Otto finishes his plate and picks up Olives as she sits back in her chair. He takes their stuff to the kitchen to rinse off.

“Wait, you have to be there a whole month before!” Leo looks at Olive with that panicked look she sees a bit too often. Her parents are incredibly relaxed on rules but when it comes to something along the lines of her or her brother traveling a long distance away without one of their five parents, alarm bells go off in her dad's head.

“Yes Dad, we have to. Don’t you remember when Finn went?”

“I mean, yeah, but this is different! Finn was 27 when he went! You’re children!”

“We are legal adults…”

“You’re making me feel old…”

“You’re barely in your thirties Dad.” Leo just frowns. Ink is snickering next to him with June before she decides to weigh in on the conversation.

“I’m excited for you, Korea is a beautiful place. I’ve always wanted to go. Do you know who you’re taking with your free tickets? Maybe Dean?” Olive rolls her eyes knowing what her mom is poking at.

“I’m only using one ticket and it's either on you or dad. Dean has an entrance exam in February so he won’t be able to go.” Dean is Olive’s boyfriend that she has had for three years now. He was also the reason why Leo about had a heart attack, he made it clear to them that he did not want to be a grandparent at thirty. Also, Otto constantly made fun of Olive because Dean was basically a younger version of Kuny if Kuny was born in Gryff… and shorter than Olive.

“You’re lucky, we were going to bring grandma and grandpa Dumias if you two didn’t react well.” Otto sits back down at his spot and hands Olive a protein bar as he keeps one himself. Opening and eating them in a way that makes it look like they are mirroring each other. Twins.

“THEY KNEW BEFORE WE DID!” Otto realizes his mistake, looks at his sister and they both get up and run to their rooms.

“Sorry! Gotta pack!” Before any of their parents can stop them.

January came quicker than Leo really wanted it to, hugging his kids goodbye he couldn’t help but get emotional.

“Dadddd.” His kids were complaining as he gave them their fourth hug, they hugged him just as tight back though so he knew they were just a little bit on edge like he was. The media still didn’t know that he or Ink were the kids' parents, they let the kids decide when they wanted the world to know their heritage. Their family was confusing to most and people probably wouldn’t understand them having five parents. So they kept their safe haven of a family to themselves. Leo’s last name was a bit more well known with his career and his parents' career so both the kids had taken Ink’s. It was simpler this way. “We are gonna miss our flight if you keep suffocating us!” He pulls away and watches them both take in deep breaths.

“Call when you land, text me every other hour once you get there or at least text someone. Groupchat would be nice. Facetime at night and make sure you two stay together when you can.” He feels a hand on his arm and sighs, Ink walks over to the kids.

“Take a deep breath Leo, they are old enough to know right from wrong.” She kisses their cheeks and shoos them towards security. “We raised them well, didn't we?”

“Yeah we are great parents.” They high five after Leo wiped his face with his shirt and made their way back to the others. June and Ink were going on a date to relax and enjoy their free time while Leo and his boys were going back to their place. Trying to relax but Finn and Logan both know Leo will just pace the whole time until the twins call.

Leo paces the entire night until eventually he tries to go to bed, then gets kicked out because he is tossing and turning so much, falling asleep on the couch just an hour before Olive calls. He doesn't answer so she calls Finn to let them all know they landed and have made their way to their dorms.

Otto and Olive split ways when they got to the male and female divider halls. Otto makes his way to his dorm apartment thing, still not sure what exactly to call it. He opens the door after struggling with his key for a moment and is surprised to see his roommate was already there. He was supposed to stay with someone on the US team but he didn’t recognize this man who was relaxing on one of the two beds with headphones on.

He decides not to question it and take the empty bed across the room from the other guy. Unpacking and putting his costumes in the closet and the rest of his clothes in the dresser at the end of his bed. Everything in the room was white and glossy. Very clean looking and he enjoyed it. He sits on his bed and shoots the family groupchat a message saying he got to his room safely.

“Hi, you don’t look like anyone I know.” Otto looks up from his phone to see the man on the other bed is now sitting up and smiling at him with his headphones around his neck. “What's your name then?” This guy's accent was very thick and Scottish but he wasn't hard to understand.

“Otto.” He watches the mysterious figure stand up and walk over to him with his hand out.

“I’m Henry, Henry O’Brian. Where are you from?” Otto shakes his rough hand and relaxes a bit. Henry seems friendly… Hey, that rhymed! He smiles at Henry and gets one in return, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

A week passed with Otto and Henry dancing around each other with training and physicals. They kept to their sides, Henry was a lot more clean than Otto and he was probably the cleaned person in his family besides June.

Eventually they get to a place where they both have a day of rest at the same time. Otto’s feet were killing him so he was in the middle of soaking them in the bathtub with warm water and Epsom salt, even if it made his skin itch he needed to do this. The blisters and bruises from his skates were really starting to bother him.

“Hey, do you want to go get something to eat?” Henry walks in and sits beside Otto on the edge of the tub, both of them were in sweats and a t-shirt so it wasn’t super weird, only kinda. “I heard the cafeteria is serving soup and I could use some.”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Give me five more minutes here and I’ll be out.” He notices Henry looking at his face with a scowl. “Don’t tell me you have a thing for feet,” Henry bursts out laughing and slaps Otto on the shoulder, shaking him a bit.

“No, I don’t, but your feet look like hell Mate. You should get them checked out.” Otto just hums in response, wiggling his toes a bit then curling them to crack his joints. “What event are you in?”

“Figure skating, you?”

“Snowboarding, half-pipe.” They sit in silence for a moment before Henry just gives his shoulder one last squeeze and leaves the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. Otto felt his cheeks redden for some reason, maybe he was embarrassed because his feet were really ugly. Maybe it was something else, he really didn’t know. Otto has never been interested in romance or sex or anything like his sister was. He always thought he would end up like Regulus, successful and single. Living life. But something about Henry with his poufy dark brown hair and eye to match made his stomach do turns. It was confusing. He shrugs off this feeling and rolls his shoulders before he reaches to drain the tub.

They go down stairs together after slipping on some comfortable shoes, choosing a table in the middle of the room just in case anyone wants to join them. Eating silently for a few moments.

“So… Can I ask you something?” Henry stops eating and just looks at Otto, crossing his arms over the table.

“Depends, is it incredibly invasive or rude?”

“I don’t think so.” Otto just nods and takes another sip of his soup while he checks his phone and notices just how many times his dad has texted him. “What in the fuck is your accent?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, depending on what you say it's always different. Sometimes its southern US, sometimes it almost sounds Spanish, sometimes is New York, sometimes I swear it almost sounds French-Canadian. The only reason why I can pick them out is because I’ve met people with those accents, but your is… all of them?” Otto thinks for a moment on how to answer this and decides that maybe it was time to tell someone about his family, he liked talking about his family and this would be a good way to gauge just how problematic Henry actually is.

“Blame my parents.”

“Okay, what do you mean?” Henry drinks from his water bottle and Otto forgets what he is talking about for a second.

“I- well, mom and dad had me when they were fifteen… they are also both gay. Mom married a southern girl from their school, dad also has a really thick southern accent, oh yeah and my mom's family was Latina immigrants.”

“Don’t you mean are?” Henry is already really confused. It's obvious on his face. Otto snorts.

“I have no idea if they are still alive, I never met them. Mom was kicked out when they found out she got pregnant. Which only had like a 2% chance of happening. It was their first and only time ever actually sleeping together, plus they used protection so I still don’t really know how Olive and I came to be.” Henry narrows his eyes, he appears to be thinking very hard.

“Then my dad got into a relationship with a guy from New York and a guy from Toronto so… yea that's how I grew up.” Henry just stares at him for a moment and Otto was afraid he was going to say he was lying.

“That sounds like you had a fun fucking childhood. I just have my Dad and five older brothers! I never met my mom but have five parents sounds cool as fuck!” Otto lets out a shocked laugh and feels his cheeks turn a bit red again, it was getting annoying.

“What about your sister? What does she think about you being in the Olympics?” Henry shifts in his chair to get a bit more comfortable. “Has to be a bit jealous, yeah?”

“Well, she's competing too. She plays defense for the women's hockey team.” Otto finishes his meal and pushes it forward a bit. “She's a lot more built and athletic than me.”

“I wonder when we get the schedule for the actual games, I’d like to watch you if that's okay.”

“Yeah, yeah I wouldn’t mind!” He says a bit more enthusiastically than he meant to, what the hell was going on!

“I’ll see if I can be there.”

Olive was sitting in an ice bath after a long morning practice, joking around with her teammates a bit. She got along with everyone really well but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss home. She misses her cat… and Dean. He said he was going to go over to her dad's house to watch the games with June, Logan, Finn and some other people they invited over. Dean And Logan were good friends for some reason. She didn’t get it but it was whatever.

Otto's practice starts in about an hour, she hasn’t been able to watch him this entire month and the games are coming up soon so she really wouldn’t be able to watch him. He was skating to a rather controversial song which made him the center of media attention. Recently the media has taken a liking to getting pictures of Otto and his roommate hanging out. They just wanted a couple to latch onto and cheer for. Little did they know Otto doesn’t do romance.

She showers after her ice bath and gets dressed in her new US track suit that she found very ugly and walks back out to the rink to see her brother already standing on the ice talking to Poppy as he leans on the wall, kicking the ice with his pick. She walks around to the top of the stands and hops down the steps next to Poppy effectively scaring the shit out of her.

“Hello! Long time no see brother dearest, Poppy.” She nods at both of them.

“I’m too old for you to be scaring me like that!” Poppy gives her an angry look that Olive knows she doesn’t mean. Olive winks at her before taking a seat right in front of the glass.

“Come on, I wanna see you practice. I haven't watched in a while.”

“Yeah I want to see too!”

“Count me in!” Olive looks behind her to see her parents walking down the stairs and she smiles so wide it hurts her cheeks. Patting the seats behind her she waves her parents over.

“When did you get here!?”

“Last night, miss us?” Her dad opens her arms and she stands on her seat to hug him on the back of it.

“Yeah I did.” She pulls away from her dad and pulls her mom into a hug as well before pulling away again and sitting back in her seat.

“Hi, is it weird if I join you?” All of them look up to see a rather handsome looking man walking down the stairs towards them. Olive looks back at her brother who has a red tint to his cheeks and a slight smile… okay maybe the media was on to something.

“Sit down Henry they don't bite, actually maybe put a seat between you and Olive for good measure. Otto says as he skates out to the middle once Poppy has made her way up to the media box to start his music. This Henry sits next to Olive and holds out his hand.

“I’m Henry.”

“Olive, these are our parents Leo and Ink. Be nice to them” Henry snorts as he shakes everyone's hand.

“I’ve never actually watched figure skating before.” Henry finishes his sentence right as the music of I Wanna Be Your Dog by The Stooges starts playing over the speakers making it impossible to keep conversation. He just turns his attention to Otto, who has moved his hands up in a quick motion at the starting beats and slowly bends his back backwards as far as he can before the canter so the main music starts playing and he takes off. Skating smoothly on the ice like he's flying. Henry didn’t know the names of all the fancy moves Otto put into his routine but they were “Amazing” He didn’t mean to say it out loud but in the end he did and couldn’t take it back. Otto was jumping into spins that made Henry dizzy and jumping high into the splits as he flew past. Keeping his upper body graceful as he pulled these rough and sharp movements on his skates. As the song comes to an end Otto throws himself on the ice to slide into the middle from a far corner on his knees and ends with his hands over his head and his back on the ice with his knees still bent under him. Breathing hard from the obvious hard work he put into skating.

Olive was watching Henry for most of the performance. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was open in a shocked smile. She smiles being proud of her brother to be able to make people react like that. Leo and Ink behind her were whistling and cheering as Otto got up but stopped when he stumbled a bit before regaining his balance and skating over to them. He looked pale and tired. She knew that look all too well. This stupid bitch was about to pass out. She gets up out of her seat and carefully steps on the ice to wrap an arm around his waist for support. He leaned against her, smiling.

“Otto! Mate! That was fucking amazing!” Henry stood directly in front of them smiling wide. “Brilliant!”

“Thanks, I need to sit down.” Olive helps him get to a seat and takes a water bottle out of her bag.

“Did you skip breakfast again?”

“Maybe… I didn’t mean to! I was running late!” He drinks the Gatorade that was in her bottle and cringes. “I hate this flavor.”

“I don’t care. Henry, can you help Otto get back to your dorm after he goes and changes.”

“I still have a half hour left on the ice!”

“You’re not practicing like this!” Leo makes his way over to his son and pulls a granola bar out of his pocket and hands it to him “Eat, I’ll go talk to Poppy.” Ink takes his place when Leo walks away, she just catches her son rolling his eyes and sighs.

“We only want what's best for you Otto, you know you can’t skate like this.” She brushes his hair back from his forehead and kisses there.

“If I want any shot at medaling then I need to practice.” He grumbles as she continues mothering him. He looks over at Henry who looks concerned and confused. “Whatever, just let me change my shoes and I’ll go eat and nap.” Olive and his mom don’t really seem satisfied with that answer. “Oh my god! I’ll fucking send you picture of me eating!” He stood up and realized that it was a bad idea doing that motion too fast because the next thing he knew he was in his door on his bed with his dad sitting by his feet and Henry on his own bed.

“I don’t know, I guess we had odd numbers teams so we ended up rooming together.” Otto can hear them but hasn’t opened his eyes yet.

“Weird, I wonder why he didn’t tell me.” Otto sits up slowly and looks at his dad.

“Because you’d drive yourself insane with worry because my roommate isn’t on my team.” He pokes his dad's shoulder and sighs. “My head hurts.”

“Wonder why.” Leo gives him a bottle of water and Henry brings over some hot food he snuck out of the cafeteria. “Eat, drink, take your med and rest. If you want to medal so bad then you need to not pass out on the ice. I got Henry’s phone number so if I ask he will check up on you.” Leo kisses his forehead and watches him take the first bite of his food before saying goodbye and being chased out by security.

“This sucks.” Otto crosses his legs and continues eating, he was really hungry.

“Do you pass out a lot?” Henry walks over and sits where his dad just was. “That was a bloody good performance but I don’t think it's worth it when you can’t even be away to hear your scores.” He smiles and Otto smiles a little back.

“Not a lot but I had a mass removed from my brain when I was little and it affects my balance and stuff to this day. Makes my body act like shit sometimes.” He takes another bite and while he is chewing he parts his hair on the right side of his head and shows Henry his scar.

“So that's why you have white hair, I thought it was just because that was the trend.” Otto chuckles and tenses up a bit when he feels Henry’s fingertips gently trace over his scar. He didn’t know why but it made his stomach feel like it was on fire. “You’ve had an interesting life.”

“You could say that.” Otto takes his hands out of his hair and turns to face Henry again, not feeling as hungry anymore. At least not for food… what the fuck was he saying!?

“I have a couple scars, the biggest one I have is from my knee surgery from landing wrong on a jump!” Henry rolls up his pant leg to show off his puffy surgery scar and Otto reaches out to feel it like Henry did his. “If you feel in the right place you can feel the pin.” Henry guides Otto’s hand to the side of the scar and has his poke down. He can definitely feel a pin and it was weird.

“Gross.”

“Yes.” They both laugh for a minute, catching each other's eyes and just looking into them for a moment. Otto moves his hand away from Henry’s knees and clears his throat.

“I’m gonna go use the restroom.” Henry swallows and nods his face, turning the same shade Otto feels like his face is.

This was something Otto would think about frequently over the next few days.

The games started, Otto was currently cheering on his sister as she got into one of the biggest fights of the games so far. The US was playing Sweden. They were tied throughout the whole game. He was watching Olive throw a punch that Logan would be proud of into the face of another woman who is much taller than her. Olive wasn’t short either so this woman was a giant. The team did really well throughout the entire games, ending up placing silver while Bulgaria took home gold. Otto’s performances were taking place in the second week.

The media had watched as he and Henry got closer, to the point where Otto actually borrowed one of Henry’s sweatshirts to go and watch him compete. Halfpipe was no joke, but it was also cool as hell that people are actually able to do that.

Otto was put in line for gold around the fourth day of performing. He, a woman from Japan and a man from Russia were all duking it out for the title of first. It was a lot of pressure and he was forced to keep up with his meal and schedule by his parents and Henry. Which was kind of a pain in the ass at times.

He and Henry started a new routine in the mornings depending on who was competing, Henry didn’t place in the top three so he didn’t medal but he made sure to give it his all. His father and oldest brother came to support him and treated Otto to a couple drinks at a bar after the day was over when the medals were given out for snowboarding. They told him how Henry has never been able to keep a girlfriend for longer than a month because he was so absent minded at times and would forget things like dates or birthdays. They also told him that Henry was a man who loved the idea of love but didn’t know how exactly to pull it off. Otto found this amusing and talked about how he never understood the whole fuss about relationships, even going as far to make fun of his Mom And Dads relationship and how it evolved into this co-parenting of so many different people. All because of love.

Henry’s family was actually sitting with his own family at his last performance, it almost made him more nervous. Henry was actually in the tunnel to the locker rooms watching him because Otto requested it. He was worried he’d see him in the crowd and become distracted. He was adjusting his skin tight top that became mesh as it trailed down his arms. He felt like he could run three miles with all the nervous energy he had.

“You’re gonna do great.” He heard someone say over his shoulder. He turns around to see Henry and smiles, taking a breath to relax, shaking out his arms. “Your makeup looks nice, all smudgy around the eyes like a true rocker.”

“You sure know how to dish out compliments” Otto rolls his eyes but smiles at his roommate who might be more than a roommate but he honestly didn’t know for sure. He is taken out of his thoughts by two rough hands cupping his cheeks and turning his head up a bit to meet Henry’s eyes. He felt frozen.

“You are going to be fine Otto, you skate better than both of these competitors and you look good while doing it.” They stare at each other for a moment, it felt like it did back at the dorm after Otto had dropped like a bag of bricks. But this time he didn’t want to look away. He felt them inching closer until he heard the announcers call for him. He reluctantly backs away

“After.” Is all he says before he turns around skating onto the ice. He felt like there was electricity in his bones as he reaches for the sky once his music starts, he does everything off muscle memory, every scratch, layback, corkscrew, Biellmann and axle he does he puts everything into. His lips are moving with the music until the very end as he finishes on his knees the ice making his pants wet as he catches his breath. There was silence all around him until he opened his eyes to realize people were cheering and tossing flowers on the ice like they had done for the two people who performed before him.

Getting up he bows before the judges and waves to the audience before skating leisurely over to the tunnel, not stopping his movements as he rushes over to Henry. Henry is about to speak but Otto's momentum only stops when he throws his arms around the taller man's neck and kisses him with all the passion he never knew he had. Henry stands there for a second until Otto starts to pull back so he grabs his waist and pulls him back close, kissing him back.

The media caught it all. .

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sweater weather #lumosinlove #coast to coast #o&o #Olive and Otto #Olymipics

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myheroacademiashorts · 5 years ago

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Post graduation reader x Baku ~celebrating~ their new apartment together in a v nsfw fashion maybe?

OMG IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT??? This is also my first NSFW prompt since… well, ever! So I hope you enjoy, lovely!

Title: New Beginnings

Prompt: After years of hard work, you and your boyfriend Katsuki have finally graduated from U.A. and are moving into your first apartment together.

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Fluff, NSFW, 18+

Words: 3,556

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Finally, after three years of schooling and constant work, you’ve made it to the infamous graduation day.

You grinned at the camera aimed at you, arms slung around the waist of Ochako and Tsuyu, grins decorating your faces as a flash blinded you momentarily. Family and friends gathered all around the school’s yard, crying for their loved ones and celebrating a new beginning. In the distance, you could see the familiar tuff of blonde hair, and you immediately pry yourself away from the arms of your friends. “I’ll be right back!” You called out, sprinting as well as you could in the short heels your mother had forced you in as you vaulted yourself at your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his torso, hearing him grunt slightly at your weight before turning around to look at you with furrowed brows and his usual scowl. After noticing your bright expression, however, he softened.

“Hey, idiot.” His voice rumbled, and you buried your face into his chest with a silly smile still glued to your ruby lips. You knew he was smiling, too; you could feel it. He had been waiting for this day, too. You finally released him, tilting your head up to meet his red gaze as he stared down at you. The ghost of a smile haunted his face. Glancing behind his shoulder, you could see the familiar frames of his parents. His mom was wildly taking pictures of the two of you as if it were her last day on Earth. “Look a little this way!” She screamed out. Bakugou glowered, but kept silent as he tightened his hold on your waist instead.

As the camera continued to flash, Bakugou kept his attention on you… He couldn’t wait to give you your graduation gift.

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“Katsuki, when can I take this damned thing off?” You voice rang out as the two of you continued to walk, your boyfriend’s hand warm in your own as he led you along to an unknown destination. It had been after the celebration at U.A. that Bakugou had snagged you away, mentioning something about your “graduation gift”, despite the new necklace that rested against snuggly between your two collarbones. You had no idea where he had found the necklace - whether he bought it from a shop or online - but it was beautiful. The metal pendant had been shaped into a small explosion, with a ruby adorned in its center. It was a bit silly, you’d admit; you almost laughed when he presented it to you, cheeks blazing in a very un-Bakugou way as he kept his eyes anywhere but your face. Yet you loved it almost as much as you loved him, and told him so after pressing a deep kiss onto his lips.

Bakugou squeezed your hand as he continued to drag you forward. “Soon. Just stay patient, dummy.” He murmured, his deep voice soothing to your ears. He was sweating, but you couldn’t tell if it was because of his quirk or if the famous hothead was, dare you assume, nervous.

Finally, he halted and you accidentally ran into his back with a grunt. You heard him chuckle slightly, before his hold on you tightened. Yup, he was definitely nervous. And if he was nervous, then you were too. “Katsuki?” Your voice held an unspoken question, and you felt him grab your other hand as he faced you. He was hesitating, and he took a gulp of breath before speaking. “Are you ready?” He asked. His voice was a breathy whisper as he dragged his lips closer to your ear, and you shivered slightly.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, blind and God-knows-where.”

He didn’t laugh this time, instead of resuming to hold only one of your hands as he took a few more steps, these ascending upwards before coming to a stop once more. He dropped your hand, and you heard him curse as he jingled a pair of keys into a door. Your curiosity spiked more than your nervousness. You kept silent as he worked, and heard his gruff sound of triumph as a door opened. “Ready?” He repeated his earlier question, leading you once more into a place that slightly silenced the bustle of traffic outside. He didn’t give you a chance to answer, though, instead dropping your hand and disappearing behind you to untie your blindfold.

The first thing you noticed was the bright contrast of light. By the time you two had escaped from the school grounds, the sun had just been setting. You stood in an open hallway, plush carpet under your feet as you stared at the walls around you with wide eyes. Silent, you turned to Bakugou, whose eyes were as soft as the smile that graced his plush lips. You knew what this was, and didn’t even need to ask. Your heart was soaring. “Can I…?” You didn’t finish your question, yet the slight nod of his head was enough to send you flying, slipping off your shoes clumsily before darting further into the apartment. It was already furnished, complete with a wooden table that reminded you of home in America to a snug kitchen with gleaming countertops. Past the living room and small television was a pair of sliding door, with a small balcony that overlooked the popular city ahead. All of the doors were ajar, and on your left was a small sitting room. You twirled in the room for a moment, a bright grin on your lips as you turned back. Bakugou was still standing beside the front door, hands tucked in his pockets as he watched you.

You darted back towards him, ducking through the last few rooms to discover a bathroom and a closet before you tackle the man into a hug, almost forcing him back a step. Your laughter filled the air as you clung to him. “Is this a dream? Tell me it’s not.” Your voice was excited, and Bakugou’s rough hands found themselves on your hips as he pushed you back a few inches. He had a nervous look in his ruby eyes as he drank in your joyous expression. “I know it’s a bit small, and it might not have everything you’d ever want, and -” He was abruptly cut off by your lips, each hand placed on both of his cheeks. The kiss was short, yet effective as you released him. Your (E/C) gaze was impeccably bright, and somehow the smile on your lips grew even larger.

“I love it. It’s really ours? You’re not pranking me?” He answered by dangling a single apartment’s key in front of your face. “This one is yours.” His voice was still as gruff as ever, and with a gasp you swiped the piece of metal from his hands and stared down at it in awe. An apartment. Your’s and Bakugou’s apartment. You felt light on your feet, dazed as you stared down at the single, silver key.

“This one is our bedroom.” Bakugou motioned one hand to the door you had failed to see earlier, off to the right with its door still closed tightly. He stepped forward, hand on the doorknob and easily pushing it open. It was not tiny, per say, but the room was quaint; especially with the large four-poster bed pushed up against the wall. Across the foot of the bed was a bookcase, filled to the brim with your numerous copies of novels, as well as Bakugou’s as well. Some of the books were neither of yours, instead brand new with unbroken spines faced out in greeting. A smaller gift added to the big one. There was a desk beside the door, clean and made of dark wood with a chair pushed into it. Only one picture was in the room, and it sat on the said desk with a picture of you and Bakugou in its frame, with you smiling widely at the camera while Bakugou stared at you.

To say you loved it would’ve been an understatement.

“Katsuki…” You turned around from the room, eyes welling in unshed tears as you stared at your gruff boyfriend with thousands of emotions rushing through your veins. You were so happy, you didn’t know how to express it. Bakugou laughed gruffly, instead wrapping his arms over your body and bringing you to his chest. He inhaled your sent as he held you. “Happy Graduation, babe.”

You sat in his embrace for a few moments before pulling away, reaching up to instead cup his cheeks and bring his awaiting lips to your own. The kiss started off slow and sweet, just as you meant it to be… But even you knew your boyfriend was anything but.

He immediately gained control, hand reaching up to grab the back of your neck as he tilted your head upwards. His tongue delved into your mouth, dancing with your own. You moaned against him, earning an animalistic growl as he used his foot to kick the bedroom door shut and moving to the bed. You two had been sexually active for sure - dating a hot head like Bakugou warranted that - but it was different. Before, you had to sneak around in the dorms to one another’s rooms, or into the locker rooms after everyone else had left. But this was your own apartment; you two had your own space, not needing to ninja-sneak from Point A to Point B any longer. That also meant you could be as, well… loud as you wanted to be.

Bakugou pushed you down, your back landing against the soft sheets of the bed. You enjoyed the feeling of the new mattress for only a moment before Bakugou stole your attention once more, hands roaming up your jean-clad thighs before latching onto your waist. “You look fucking beautiful.” He muttered. His eyes were half-open as he stared down at you, then he was back in place as he ravaged your lips, teeth clanging against each other. Your lips would be bruised by the end of it, but you didn’t care. Instead, you looped your hands around his neck and forced him closer. Your back arched off of the bed and you pressed your breasts to Bakugou’s chest, eliciting a low moan from the said man. Already, his hard manhood could be felt against your knee, sending a rush of warmth to pool at the base of your stomach.

He yanked himself away from your embrace, grasping the bottom of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head, showing off the taunt muscles and abs that he’s worked hard for. A blonde happy trail disappeared under the waistband of his pants, and you wanted more than anything to push Bakugou into your position on the bed and trace the trail with your tongue. Your cheeks reddened at the thought.

His hands found the button of your pants seconds later. He fumbled with it for a moment, cursing under his breath before it finally popped open, and then your pants were joining his shirt on the ground. You pushed yourself up to meet Bakugou’s lips, both of your hands tangling in his messy hair. His skin was hot against yours, and you yanked on his locks appreciatively as his own grip went to your hips. His pants were still on, so you released him and instead trailed your hands down from his head to his chest, and finally let them linger at his belt. He grunted impatiently.

“Don’t tease me.” The familiar gravel of his voice was already having you soaking in your underwear, yet you didn’t hesitate as you yanked off Bakugou’s belt and pulled his pants down, his boxers effectively going with them. His cock sprung up instantly. You had seen it dozens, if not hundreds of times at this point, and the sight made you speechless every time. You didn’t even need to nudge him to have Bakugou lying in your previous spot, and you hovering over him with lidded eyes and a mischievous grin. At the tip, a drop of precum had collected, and you dip your head down to slowly and teasingly run your tongue up the underside of his dick before swirling it where he wanted it most.

He moaned loudly, one hand reaching up to grip at your hair while the other fisted the sheets. His head was thrown back, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He looked heavenly, and you repeated the motion just to hear him once more. He glared down at you from a moment, but there was no venom in the gaze. “C’mon, babe, don’t te- oh, fuck.” You had effectively cut him off by taking him all in your mouth, his pubes tickling your nose as you gazed up at him innocently. And then you started moving, head bobbing up and down as you inched your tongue around his length. The grip of his hand on your head tightened, no doubt wishing to have more control on your movements, but you weren’t going to let him. Not yet, at least. You pulled yourself up from him with a satisfying pop, smiling like an angel as his attention immediately snapped to you. His chest was heaving, even though you had only been down there for a few moments, making you inwardly cheer. And then, he was smiling, and a chill ran down your back.

“Alright, doll, my turn.” You yelped slightly as Bakugou suddenly moved, flipping you back onto the bed and kneeling over you. Your shirt was still on, and with a growl he practically tore it off from your body, followed with your bra before he brought his mouth down to your bare chest. He nipped and sucked everywhere he could reach, moving between your tits to your vulnerable neck and leaving a trail of splotched love bites for all to see. You whimpered slightly, rubbing your thighs together. “Touch me. Please.” You begged him, and that was all he needed before he yanked your thin panties down.

He was face-level with your pussy, dripping with need as he looked at you with a twinkle in his ruby eyes. “You’re soaking for me, huh?” He ran one finger through your folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered and lewdly sucking on the digit. “Who made you this wet, babe? Tell me, and maybe I’ll go down on you.” You trembled at the thought, and while you wanted to grab the blonde’s hair once more, you instead opted to clutch at the bed sheets.

“Y-you did, Katsuki…”

“Hm? I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard anything.”

What a fucker. “You did, Katsuki!”

“What was that? Who?”

You were growing impatient, and propped yourself up on one elbow to glare at him. “Kats- oohh, Katsuki!” His tongue delved into you, and you fell back into the bed with a gasp. He was eating you out like there was no tomorrow, nipping lightly at your bud every few moments and causing your legs to shake. His rough hands forced your thighs apart, gripping them to the point that you knew there’d be bruises by the next morning. And then there was his finger, which prodded your entrance for only a second before slowly inserting into you, causing you to whimper. He pumped his single digit in and out of you, rolling your clit with his tongue as his eyes remained trained on you. You could feel yourself building up to your first orgasm, and you moved your hands to his hair to yank his face closer to you. He responded, however, by pulling away completely.

“Suki!” You whined out his nickname at the feeling of emptiness as he retracted his finger from you. He was grinning, and lifted himself up to place a chaste kiss to your lips. They lingered for a moment, soft and sweet and so full of his love for you that it made you dizzy, before disappearing once more as Bakugou readjusted his position over you. He placed his hands on either side of your body, one reaching down to pump his length a few times as he looked at you. “I love you…” He murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock through your soaking folds as he prepared himself. “So much, that not even fucking words can explain.” And then he was pushing his length in, sucking in a breath as he felt your tight heat around his cock. Every time the two of you had sex, it always felt like the first time for him; he had told you that before, but you didn’t believe him. But it was true, and you were always so tight and warm for him. Usually he liked going rough, liked feeling you beg for him to move harder, faster. But tonight was special. He wanted to keep it that way.

He pushed into you slowly, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of being full as Bakugou bottomed out inside of you, air rushing through his clenched teeth. He dropped his forehead on yours, breathing heavily at the feeling of you all around him. Your hands linked around his neck as he sat unmoving inside of you, and you bit down on his shoulder, hoping to jar some movement out of him. And finally, he began to pull out halfway, before slamming back into you with the jolt of his hips.

You gasped at the familiar feeling, tightening your hold as you arched your back upwards, pressing your breasts into Bakugou’s chest as you moaned. “Again.” You sounded breathless, and without another thought Bakugou repeated the motion, keeping his pace slow and deliberate as he savored every second. Another moan escaped from your lips, louder than the last, and Bakugou’s hips stuttered at the sound. He began to finally move, still staying slow with his movements as he rutted into you, your breaths escaping at the same time. Then, his arms were around you and he pulled you upwards, resting you on his upper thighs as he still sat inside of you, the tips of your noses touching. And when he moved again, it was a whole new feeling; he was deep inside of you with every thrust, and one hand dropped down between your legs to lazily rub at the bundle of nerves there. You head immediately hung down as you panted, the familiar feeling building up at the pit of your stomach. Bakugou could tell as well, feeling you convulse around him, and he responded by pressing down more harshly on your clit, thrusting a bit faster and deeper into your heat.

“I-I’m so close, please don’t stop, Suki-”

“Cum for me, love. I want to feel you explode around my cock.”

It was his words that sent you over the edge. He’s said much dirtier things to you, for sure; yet the high emotions from before mixed with his sentence seemed to set you into a frenzy, and you did just as he asked, your nails digging into his biceps as you called out his name. He continued to pump into you through your orgasm, and one final, rough rut into you sent him spiraling as well, panting out your name like a prayer as he came undone beneath you.

For a good few moments, the two of you sat like that, holding one another with Bakugou pressing his face into the valley of your breasts and your hands running through his spiky hair. When he had gone completely soft inside of you, he lifted you up, lying you down and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before disappearing out of the room. Less than a minute later, he was back with a damp towel, and he gently cleaned you up before settling beside you, pulling up the blanket from the foot of the bed and laying it over your bare bodies.

You faced each other in silence, both lying on your sides. Bakugou’s vermilion eyes bore into your (E/C) ones. You smiled at him, stretching your body out as you kept eye contact. “So…” You hummed, biting down on your lip to keep your grin at bay. “That was one hell of a celebration, huh?”

Bakugou snorted. “Way to ruin the moment, idiot.”

“Ruin? I like to think I’ve accentuated it.”

“Jesus fuck, I hate you.”

“You love me. You love me so much you got me an apartment!”

At that, Bakugou smiled. He grabbed your hand in his, holding it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to every one of its knuckles before letting it rest there. “Okay, you might be a little right, you little shit.” And then he was kissing the tips of your fingers, repeating the motion until you surged forward to kiss him yourself, letting you lips linger there. “I love you. I can’t wait to live with you, Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s grin was as sharp as a starving wolf’s as he stared at you, tongue darting out to swipe over his bottom lip seductively. His eyes trailed down from your face, hand moving from your own to rub up the side of your naked body once more. “I can give you a few great examples of living with me right now, babe.”

Oh, you were going to be in for a very long night.

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ladyblastexecution · 4 years ago

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-`Babysitting Hc’- |Todoroki & Bakugou|

✧ TODOROKI SHOUTO ✧

✧ Todoroki sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, but only halfway paying attention to it, the other half of his focus was aimed to look after the boy that was sitting on the floor, in between his knees and leaning on the couch.

✧ The Movie that was playing out for him wasn’t interesting at all to his adult mind, but it seemed to work on your 2 y.o nephew, who seemed hypnotized by the bright colors and upbeat music.

✧ Shouto was aware of your shuffling in the kitchen. You were in charge of food, while he was supposed to keep Ren from doing any mess.

✧ When he got to your house that day, he found not only you, looking disheveled but also a blur of legs and arms, running around your coffee table. Todoroki considered just leaving, just in case he was more of a bother than a helping hand, but after you laughed and reassured him, that he was welcomed to stay if he liked, he was inside and already being eyed by the kid.

✧ Ren suddenly became still, intimidated by the presence of a stranger in his aunt’s house, and stood as far away as possible hiding behind your legs when you called him over to say hi.

✧ The minutes went by, and Todoroki noticed how Ren’s behaviors changed towards him, no longer intimidated, and with curiosity fueling his actions, the boy sent side glances at Todoroki, while he played with his toy cars, slowly getting them closer and closer to where Todoroki sat.

✧ Once he was close enough, Ren finally opened his mouth and talked to him for the first time

✧ “Bwliffi...” His voice was hushed, almost hesitant, and the slur on it made it difficult for Todoroki to understand what he wanted.

✧ “Excuse me?” He questioned, trying to smile softly to not make him uncomfortable. Ren stuck his index finger in his mouth and chew on it, while pointing at the T.V with his free hand. His head was hanging low, as if Todoroki was already rejecting him.

✧”He means Cliffie, as in the movie! Could you please play it for him?” Your voice came through the hall separating the living room and the kitchen.

✧ Todoroki never saw a kid beam up at him as radiantly as your nephew right there, a small dimple showing on his cheek and eyes filled with excitement.

✧Almost fifteen minutes later, with Ren still sitting in between his knees, he saw him yawn and rub his eyes, trying to battle the sleepiness.

✧Todoroki felt a tug on his pants and looked down to find Ren’s hands extended towards him, silently asking Shoto to pick him up.

✧Effortlessly, he grabbed Ren on his arms and allowed him to lean his head on his shoulder, forearms serving as a chair for him, little legs danging around Todoroki’s torso.

✧ The even breathing of the hero lulled the chi into sleep, and Shoto felt his body get heavy as well.

✧He leaned his head back, resting it against the backside of the couch and close his eyes for a second. Drifting into a light slumber.

✧ The second you set a foot inside the livingroom, mouth already open to call the boys over to eat, you froze because the tender image displaying only for your eyes.

✧ Shouto’s body had shifted while he slept, and now he laid on his back. One arm supported his head, and acted as a pillow, while the other was resting on Ren’s back, who now was sprawled across his chest, thumb inside his mouth, and a little drool sliding down the corner of his mouth.

✧At the edge of having a diabetic attack, you grabbed a blanket and covered them up, holding your breath as Shouto stirred by the sudden weight on his legs, but when he didn’t open up his eyes, you sighed and turned around, headed towards the kitchen to put the food on the fridge. Dinner could wait.

✧Only one step. That was all you could do, before Something warmed wrapped around your wrist.

✧You looked down, and a pair of mismatched irises were already staring at you. Shouto’s half-lidded eyes seem to shine under the dim light and you smiled tenderly.

✧”Keep sleeping baby, I’ll be back for you in a little while.”

✧Shouto didn’t respond, and you took it as your cue to leave, but when you turned around, he pulled harder. Bringing you down on the couch.

✧while you laid by his side, he trapped you with a powerful arm around your waist, and his leg on top of yours. Ren seemed unfazed by the conmotion and was still soundly sleeping.

✧Silence filled the room, and only your calm breathing could be heard above it, until Shouto Spoke.

✧”Can he call me uncle?”

　☽ KATSUKI BAKUGOU ☾　

☽ The least thing he wanted was to stand watch as a small babbling bundle played in its crate, drooling on its toys and filling the room with annoying nonsense.

☽ He couldn’t understand why he was there in the first place, why would he want to help you babysit your baby cousin as your aunt was called on a last-minute trip. But then he remembered he could never refuse when you asked something with the biggest puppy eyes and a damn cute pout.

☽ So there he was, stuck in the corner, piercing daggers at the crate, seeming like he was expecting a villain to pop out of it in any second. And to make matters worse, you left them alone to get some nasty diapers.

☽ He watched your little cousin lift a small truck in the air and beam at it. Sighing, he crossed his arms glanced out the window, trying to see if you were even lose to entering through the door, but the sound of a smack interrupted him.

☽ The baby was still in the same position, except for the detail of her hands now empty, the bright blue truck laying on its side at her feet. Her face seemed shocked, with her bright gigantic eyes wide.

☽ Bakugou held his breath as he connected the dots, dreading what was about to come.

☽ The pained cry made him grimace, letting a string of courses he had no business letting out in front of a child.

☽ He was stunned for a second too long, frozen still as the baby wailed and rubbed her reddened forehead.

☽ Shit, shit shit shit shit.

☽ He rushed to the crib and tried to smile reassuringly down at her, too afraid to even touch the kid. She was too small and delicate, and even the slightlest presure might hurt her.

☽ The baby looked up and only cried harder, eyes squeezed shut and with her shoulders slumped down.

☽ The panic he felt was something he never expected, especially since, as a hero, he was used to wails and cry on his ears. But at that moment, sweat trailed down his back, and his hands turned cold.

☽ Bakugou shuffled from one side to the other, trying to decipher what to do. If you came back and found out that scene he was never going to hear the end of it.

☽ Taking a big deep breath to calm his nerves, Katsuki leaned over, but this time he took your cousin by her armpits, and lifted her body up, cradling her head against his shoulders, patting gently on her back.

☽ The slow rocking, back and forth he was doing was working like a charm, and the full out screams, were now turning to sniffles.

☽ A small hand found its way into the ends of his hair, and a soft pull made him turn to look at the baby. Her nose was pink as well as her eyes, but it was endearing. Would his kid look at him in the same way?

☽ Bakugo choked at the thought. Never in his life he wanted a baby, and fantasizing about them was something he found stupid. Whenever the kids conversation popped up he was most likely rolling his eyes or grimacing at the thought of having to change diapers.

☽ But the gentle huffs of breath, slow and deep that brushed his neck warmed his chest and soothed his nerves. If this was the effect someone else’s kid had on him, then maybe one or two of his own wouldn’t hurt...

☽ Your cousin’s little fingers were still tugging gently at his hair. But her eyes were drowsy, the blinks getting slower and slower.

☽ Bakugo hummed, without noticing, readjusting his hold on the baby to make her feel comftrable and continued to sway on his feet, turning to look out the window where the midday sun was descending.

☽ From the outside, nobody could’ve guessed the change of heart he had. His brows were still slightly furrowed, and his mouth was set in a straight line. But when you entered the apartment, arms filled of bags, you could see it.

☽ Even if his face was showing nothing, the way his thumb stroke the soft tuff of hair at the top of your cousin’s hair was a dead giveaway

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enigma-im · 5 years ago

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Danger Zone

Rating: Explicit Relationship: (Homemade)SCP x Female!human Warning: Violence, verbal abuse, forcible removal of limbs, work place bulling, sex, knotting, oral, monster sex

Word count: 6561

A love story written in incident reports in a SCP file

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ID#: KC-S4905 Object Class: Euclid Keter Description: 1.95m and 116.9kg Bipedal, long neck Black back hair. Lighter to the middle. Grey chest. Black crooked tail Human-esk face with a wide grin, multiple incisors. Flat nose and small eyes. Long erect ears similar to a border collie. White eyes generally obstructed by black bangs Front claws are ~ 5.59cm, hind claws are ~6.62cm muscle mass of 52%, ~10% higher than an average 20-year-old male.

Origin Found in Banff, the bottom half of Alberta Canada. A local fisherman reported traps being destroyed. Local deputy logged sightings of a 'bigfoot' in the area. A team was dispatched at 7/14/16 to investigate. Reported back 7/22/16 with clarification on the sighting. A tall black creature with a long neck and glowing white eyes. The team was approved to detain and capture the creature to be brought back to a base in South Dakota.

KC-S4905 was captured on 8/2/16. brought to base Fanning on 8/4/16. the creature was sedated, and detained in containment unit 23K-A. No further precautions made necessary besides 24/7 monitoring and a team of two at night. The creature remains cautious and hostile. He doesn't speak but is found to understand basic English. Follow commands but still lashes out when too close.

As of 8/6/16 creature KC-S4905 is logged and detained in Timbre Lake, South Dakota, Base Fanning.

The lab associates call him Kasey.

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Incident logs (KC-S4905 & surrounding area)

10/14/16 2:23am - Motion sensor tripped in 23K-F. Guard reports nothing unusual.

The control panel light blinks at the bored guard. He sits with his head resting against his palm swiveling back and forth in his chair when the light catches his attention. He looks down, identifies the section it came from then with a sigh flips to the camera for that hallway. The guard studies the screen, looking for shadows or open doors but finds nothing. With another sigh, he sits up and pulls out his walkie.

"Who is close to 23K-F," he asks, yawning afterward.

His radio cracks to life, "I'm close, what's up?"

"Motion sensors went off on the third hallway. Please check it out, I'm not seeing anything on the monitors," he answers.

"On it."

The guard watches the screen until a figure walks around a corner. He watches as the man looks through the two rooms located in the hallway.

The radio beeps," I'm not seeing anything."

"Alright then. Probably a false alarm, thanks."

"Yea, anytime."

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"Inserting 4mg of Midazolam into the upper arm. Should be good for another hour, two hours at most," the lab assistant spoke with unconcern. Just another monster to collect a sample from, nothing exciting for Brian Philips. Working here for eight years, you have seen it all. Having seen it all, Brian is pretty ok sticking with the 'grunt' work. Collect blood, hair, and tissue samples then send the big beast back to its cage.

"Can't imagine we need that kind of time, be in and out in, what, 30 minutes?" the guard, Princeton, asked. The guard rested against the wall closest to the door. He held a .50 cal. Pistol with sedative rounds. Security wasn't allowed to even have the opportunity to injure anyone or anything. Less the unit was deemed dangerous then all armed workers must use fast-acting tranquilizers.

"No time at all," Brian answered noncommittedly as he plucked some hairs from the creature's arm. Stuffing large tuffs into a bag, labeling, and placing it in storage before working on a tissue sample. He got flakes of skin, storing in the same fashion as the fur. Everything was simple and easy. But would you honestly believe that? This is an incident report after all.

Brian reached for a needle on the metal table. Sterilizing then finding a vein he slowly pricked the tip into the creature's skin. The second the point pierced the epidermis Kasey woke up.

Brian barely even registered the movement before the arm he was leaning next to thumped against his jaw, clamping his teeth over his tongue. Brian rolled back in his chair, only having enough time to taste the blood pouring from the end of his tongue. Next KC-S4905 rolled off the metal table and lashed out at the poor lab assistant, scratching across his shoulder, slapping him off the chair and onto the floor. A pop pierced the air as a weapon was fired. Princeton managed to get a hit on the creature's back before Kasey clawed at Brian's back with his long claws. Brian screamed as the knives cut through his coat and skin like paper. He felt it run from the back of his neck and down to the bottom of his ribs, his skin instantly burning as his muscles are introduced to the open air.

Another pop fills the room as Princeton fires again. The tranquilizer finally seems to do something as KC-S4905 swayed on his feet. His nails clicked against the tiled floor as he hobbled into the far wall. He caught himself on the brick before sliding down to the tiled floor. He lands on all fours, growling and shaking his head. Try as he must to rid the dizziness, it only got worse till he fell to the floor.

Princeton watched the creature with bated breath, his weapon clenched tightly in his terrified grip. His ears rang and he could feel sweat dripping from his brow. His body felt primed and ready for a fight but he knew there would be none, especially against something this big. As he watched the beast fall slack against the floor did he lower his weapon. He stopped and caught his breath, dropping his head so his chin bumps against his chest. His ears finally cleared enough to hear Brian crying against the floor.

Princeton reached for his walkie," I need medical at lab room 23K."

"Roger, medical is on their way," a voice answered back.

10/30/16- Lab assistant injured while collecting samples. Guard -Princeton Adams- fired 2 sedative rounds. Lab assistant suffered 3 lacerations on his shoulder and back. 25 stitches used. Higher precautions enabled.

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11/9/16 1:14am - door alarm activated in container 23K-A. Guards report no tampering, door slightly ajar. The main door into the container is locked and sturdy. The investigation of the video shows nothing.

A piercing alarm startled security guard Pico Conwell. He was walking his rounds when the loud siren rang. With years of training he knew without evening thinking what it was. Pico ran down the hall, closer to the blaring call. He turned down the maze of hallways to see two other guards running with their weapons drawn to the floor.

Breach alert, everyone knew that sound, drilled it into their heads since day one. If you work around the beast that can kill you without a thought, you made sure to keep alert and aware.

Pico and his fellow guards came to the unit where the call came from, 23K-A. Pico walked ahead of the group, as a senior resident it was his duty to scope the scene first. He walked down the hall to a slightly ajar door, keeping wide breath with his weapon pointed to the floor. Many times these calls have been just a newbie trying to get some work done and messing up the access protocols. No need to have your weapon out to scare any poor workers dumb enough to trip an alarm.

Finally getting around the door he was able to look inside. Years of experience he knew to check the containment door first. If that door was open then extra caution is necessary. The door was still sealed, the light above glowing green. It was locked and untampered. Pico looked around the small room, almost a hallway, and found nothing out of sorts.

He walked out the room to the two other guards," Nothing amiss, perhaps one of the techies didn't close it all the way. The main door is still shut, call maintenance down to turn the alarm off, and check the lock."

"On it," someone answers.

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12/22/16- An altercation between guard and doctor. Nonviolent, but harassment charges were filed against a guard, Princeton Adams, from Dr. Janet Wilco.

Dr. Janet Wilco was assigned to KC-S4905 after the incident with Brian Philips. Having experience with aggressive subjects she is all the more qualified to be part of this project. Some don't seem to see it that way, such as Princeton Adam. He was always tense whenever KC-S4905 was in the room, also questioning everyone to make sure the subject was really out. It irked Dr. Wilco to no end, having some overpaid babysitter to stand there with a gun acting like he knows even a smidge of medicine.

Today was no different.

"The beast is properly sedated," he asked as they wheeled KC-S4905 in. Dr. Wilco passed an unamused glance at Princeton.

"Of course Mr. Adams, we do know how to do our jobs," Dr. Wilco passed with a barely restrained sneer.

Princeton chuffed," So far as you think."

"What is that suppose to mean Mr. Adams?" Dr. Wilco turned to Princeton, her sneakers scuffing against the floor. Princeton looked down at her with an unentertained grin. Dr. Wilco felt patronized at the look.

"It means that if you techies knew how to do your job then Dr. Philips wouldn't be in the hospital," he bent low to be eye level," So excuse me for being sure. I rather not see your pretty face get all clawed up like Brian's back."

"You listen here you-," Dr. Wilco paused before she said something she regretted. Princeton chuffed again with more amusement. Dr. Wilco collected herself before speaking again. "The first time was because we assumed we knew the correct dose to be used on the subject. He burned through it pretty fast and now we know the correct amount to use that would both sedate him and not kill him. So if you would stop questioning me every time I do my job, I think we could be done with these little check-ups quickly," she answered with more professionalism than she believes she could muster.

Princeton stood straight with arms crossed. The conversation seemingly over Dr. Wilco turned and got back to work. It's with an off the shoulder comment did she lose her cool and give Princeton a tongue lashing that made even the second guard present blush.

Everyone heard, and everyone had thoughts on the matter. And when I do say everyone, I do mean everyone.

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The guards' room is under surveillance 24/7. the area is more of an apartment than anything else. Having bunk beds present and a fully functioning kitchen in the same room. Another room attached has a lounge and a locker wall. It’s a comfortable enough place for guards to take their breaks, store their items, and catch up on some sleep before their next shift. Some believe it has to be the safest place in the building with its gun locker and lockdown functions.

It wouldn't be true as of Dec 23, 2016.

Princeton Adams settled down for a nap around midnight. Perhaps 40 minutes later the cameras go on the fritz, looking like the visuals were in a snowstorm with all the static. After about 5 minutes the screen cuts off, completely black, completely silent.

When the camera comes back on its around one in the morning. The screen shows Princeton resting against the floor surrounded by other workers, both guards and scientists alike. He was screaming and holding his face with bloody hands. His wails alerted residents in the hallway to rush to his location. As they reached him there was only him and severe cuts on his chest and face.

Princeton was rushed to medical. Treated for his wounds and given blood as most of his was on the floor of the guards' bedroom. Once he was settled and able to answer some question he was of no help. He remembers going to sleep then waking to a burning pain on his bare chest. He startled awake where he caught sight of a dark figure with white eyes. Before his eyes could adjust he was slapped across the face and promptly mauled.

Guards remain vigilant, no leads are found.

12/23/16 12:56am- Motion sensors tripped in guards' quarters in unit 23. One guard critically injured with lacerations across the chest and face. Guard was identified as Princeton Adams. The video cuts out before any movement is detected, coming back to the guard being surrounded by workers. All guards are permitted to hold live ammo with them at all times.

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"giving 6mg of Midazolam," lab assistant Amy Borrell called to the room. Dr. Wilco nodded but focused on her clipboard, recording vitals as she walked to the cabinets. Once she finished she set her board down and began searching for supplies. Grabbing what she needs and set them on the metal rolling table. She glances at the large creature passed out on the table.

Wilco has always been fascinated by the strange and unusual. As a child, she adored watching monster flicks and horror movies. Amazed by the practical effects of monsters and how they are made. They have always had an allure to them, something captivating that Janet couldn't put her finger on. Her two career choices as a teenager were a doctor and special effects artist. As we all can see she has chosen to go the medical route. Lucky for her it brought her straight to this job. It’s a dream come true for Janet to work with monsters.

Looking at KC-S4905 or, as Dr. Wilco heard his alternate name, Kasey, she felt a kinship with him. She couldn't describe it but this creature has stood out to her, more than any of the others she has worked around. Perhaps it was his long neck or pointed teeth. Maybe it was his muscular body or piercing eyes. Either way, it wasn't something Dr. Wilco could put her finger on.

Continuing on with her work she was first to reach for the subject. As her gloved fingers brushed against his fur she noticed his stomach tense. Before she had time to even say a word Kasey lifted his head and snatched Wilco's arm. She immediately tried to jerk herself out of his hold but he held firm. White cold fear ran down her spine before she looked up at Kasey's white eyes and a wide smile. They both held each other's gaze as the room went silent. Nobody moved, nobody breathed.

Dr. Wilco stared into his piercing eyes and could only think, 'is he purring?"

1/3/17- The doctor grabbed during sample gathering. KC-S4905 was sedated but woke long enough to grab Dr. Wilco's arm. No injuries sustained, mandatory therapist meetings required to find further damages. Though the creature doesn't project mental abilities, precaution is used.

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1/4/17- door alarm activated in unit 23 worker's locker room. All lockers were opened, nothing reported stolen besides a single lab coat in locker 142. Owner not identified having refuse to step forward.

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Dr. Bradshaw was added to the project shortly after Dr. Wilco. He was a stubborn man, perhaps a bit sexist or racist. Could be he just doesn't like Dr. Wilco. The two constantly butt heads during work, arguing over the simplest things till they both were red in the face.

One day that workplace arguing got a little too out of hand

"Dr. Wilco, do you insist on doing things the hard way? Does it make you feel like you are important," Dr. Bradshaw snarked. Dr. Wilco was currently setting up the IV drip for when they start surgery on Kasey, KC-S4905.

"And do you feel like a big man when you belittle coworkers," she snapped back. Before Dr. Bradshaw could retort back the door opened as Kas- KC-S4905 is rolled in.

The process went smoothly as lab assistants set up the heart pads and IV. Doctors cleaned up nearby wearing scrubs and gloves.

"Think you can handle something like this, wouldn’t want you to get cold feet in the middle of this operation on your little boyfriend," Dr. Bradshaw snorted. Ever since Janet was grabbed most of her coworkers have called her beauty. Referring to Beauty and the Beast or King Kong in their jesting. It didn't bother her, the names meant nothing. The situation around Kasey's gentle hold was more startling than their jokes. Still, when it comes from Dr. Bradshaw it's all the more aggravating.

"I should handle well. I'm more curious if you will be fine, I heard that you sometimes get squeamish around blood," She chuckles as does a few others in the room. Dr. Bradshaw is secretly known for his fainting in his younger days when he first drew blood. Having moved far away from the area it still sticks with him.

"Who told you that," Dr. Bradshaw snapped. It was shocking to Janet and most others in the room. Dr. Bradshaw turned and snarled down at Dr. Wilco, "Who told you, tell me you little bitch!"

"Whoa, Whoa," I held up my hands as I backed away," it's just a joke, calm down." Dr. Bradshaw continued his pursuit with fist clenched at his sides.

"No, it's not just some joke. I spent years of my career perfecting my skills and gaining great recognition. I do not deserve to be belittled by some woman for something that happened years ago," he backs her to the surgery table. Dr. Wilco braces her hands on the cold metal, looking around at the others for help.

"Hey, you're right. I'm sorry, how about we forget this and get back to work," she tried to deescalate. He was having none of it.

"No, fuck you, Janet. You dumb slut, I worked hard for this and I don’t want to hear your mouth anymore. So do us all a favor and know your fucking place," he snarled in her face. Before anyone could react he raised his hand and backhanded Dr. Wilco to the floor. She fell to her hands, banging her knees on the ground. Dr. Bradshaw seethed above her, feeling a little proud of himself.

It isn't until a loud growl pierces the air does anyone look away from the slapped woman. Dr. Bradshaw looks up in time to see an open mouth lunging for his face. He backs up enough to fall to the floor, but before he can make it a hand grabs his forearm. Quickly teeth sink around Dr. Bradshaw's elbow, scraping against the bone before his whole body is pushed away. He screams and flails, beating against the creature as he shakes his head. Soon Dr. Bradshaw falls to the ground, landing partially on a growing pile of blood. The creature lashes at him, cutting over his chest as two loud pops fill the room. The beast stops, Dr. Bradshaw stares at bloody teeth and closing eyes, seeing his mauled arm resting in its mouth. Then the creature falls to the floor, making its own pile of blood.

Guards usher workers out of the room and Dr. Bradshaw is dragged into the halls before being taken to medical. Kasey lays on the floor, barely catching his breath as he watches Janet look back before turning the corner and out of sight.

1/23/17- Altercation between Dr. Wilco and Dr. Bradshaw. Violence was used by Dr. Bradshaw and Dr. Wilco was forced back into a table. KC-S4905 woke from the sedative and attacked Dr. Bradshaw. Two live rounds were shot into the creature's leg and shoulder. Dr. Bradshaw is now in critical condition. His left arm forcibly detached from his elbow down. Medical was able to reattach the arm, he remains in their care till further notice. KC-S4905 was sedated and treated for injuries. Remaining in his cell until further notice, no interactions. Food is distributed by guards now.

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1/26/17 2:30am- unauthorized entry into unit 23K-A. No further info provided

Dr. Wilco believes she has to see him. The day runs over and over in her mind all week. She is questioned and monitored like crazy before they leave her alone, moving on to another witness. As she spends her time alone, checking up on the camera watching Kasey, she thinks. Did he attack the first person he saw? Where the sedatives, not enough? Or where they never enough and he was always watching, listening? Then the ultimate questions circling her mind.

Did he do it for her?

After hours of thinking, making a decision then backing out, she goes for it. Nabbing a temporary pass from the office then sneaking down to containment. She cards herself in then stops in the first room. Closing the door silently behind herself she watches Kasey rest in the corner of his room. He is lounging in a circle, similar to a dog. His eyes were closed when she walked it but a few seconds later they are opened and staring straight at her.

Janet walks closer to the window, looking at his shaved shoulder. The director demanded medical to treat his wounds before he bled to death. They had to shave his fur to get a better look. The wound looks good, almost scarred. Fast healing was a thing that was recorded so it's not too surprising.

Kasey followed Janet's movements, too curious to look away. He couldn't think of a reason for her being here but accepted the blessing for what it was. He watches as she fiddles with her fingers, looking behind herself once in a while. She looks like she wants to say something, Kasey is eager to listen.

"Thank you," she answers. Kasey just barely catches it behind the thick glass. "I don't know if you attacked Dr. Bradshaw for me or you were just attacking out of fear but I still appreciate it either way. He was a very rude man. He didn’t die so I think I'm allowed to speak ill of him," she chuckled at the end," I read you can understand us for the most part, so… do you understand me?"

Kasey nodded.

"Oh," she started, shocked," good then. So, thank you and I need to go." she scurried off, closing the door quietly behind herself. Kasey figures quickly that she wasn't supposed to be in here. The camera most likely picked up here coming and going from here, Kasey would deal with it.

When the night progressed Kasey assumed it would be safe enough to travel. He moved the tile on the floor, shoving a lab coat out of the way before escaping.

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2/1/17- routine cleaning of 23K-A finds a lab coat hidden behind a floor tile. Coat belongs to Dr. Wilco.

2/1/17- subject upgraded from Euclid to Keter

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3/5/17- KC-S4905 drugged for a check-up. Took well to the new substances. Precaution; table with limb locks used. The creature managed to fight stronger sedatives used for transportation and cornered Dr. Wilco to the far wall. No shots fired, creature retreated on their own. Dr. Wilco sustained no injuries. Therapy sessions mandatory. Partial transcript below.

Transcript: Janet Wilco and Dr. Jung ….. Dr. Jung: You say that he spoke to you?

Dr. Wilco: yes. He had a deep gravely voice that kind of rumbles into my chest.

Dr. Jung: what did he say?

silence

Dr. Jung: go on, it's ok. The more we know the better, but don't feel pressured. ok, Janet?

Dr. Wilco: He said 'you smell like roses'.

Dr. Jung: is that all he said?

Dr. Wilco: …Yes.

…..

End.

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3/7/17- with constant incidents with Dr. Janet Wilco, she is now assigned to a different unit.

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3/24/17- Door alarm activated in the Doctor locker room in unit 23. all lockers open similar to 1/4/20 incident. Nothing was stolen. Locker 142 door was forcibly removed. The locker is currently empty, as was at the time of the incident.

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4/2/17- Guard doing patrol reported to odd noises coming from Break Room 32C in unit 20. The call was made at 4:22am to control. Transcript below.

Transcript: Security guard Jose Pérez ….. Pérez: I hear a strange noise coming from 32C in unit 20. request to investigate

Control: go ahead. Stay on the line

Pérez: copy

sound of footsteps

Pérez: Hello! Anyone in here? I am currently armed so make yourself known now.

Footsteps followed by soft groaning noises

Pérez: Hello? Please make yourself known now.

Background feminine voice: Kasey

Pérez: Miss? Are you injured? Say something, miss.

Control: Have you found who was making the noise?

Pérez: No, I hear someone.

Growling and high wails

Pérez: Oh Fuck. I think someone is getting mauled.

Frantic footsteps. Wails increasing in volumes

Control: Pérez report

Pérez: Oh god.

Control: Report

shouting and growling

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End

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Janet unbuttons her top in the empty locker room. Her mind wonders a mile a minute as she thinks back on her time working on the KC project. She finds the audacity to reassign her ridiculous. It was hardly her fault that things went the way they did. Some coworkers were insufferable, that had nothing to do with her. Then the attacks linked back to the subject wasn't her doings either. Its impressive that Kasey managed to avoid detection for so long, sneaking out the tile on the floor. There are theories being pushed about between workers about how he managed to dig a hole without being noticed. It’s a curious thing.

Janet dressed into her casual clothes, ready to head to the bunks to get some rest. She closes the locker, it clicking into place, before reaching to the bench for her bag. As she grabs the handle she faintly hears a different clicking sound. She stills, looking around the room. She listens, hearing nothing she calls out.

"Hello," her voice echoes throughout the room. The clicking starts again, coming from behind the wall of lockers in front of her. She waits for an answers, a sign of someone else being here. Janet waits with bated breath for any indication.

"You left," a deep gravely voice calls from behind her. Startled, Janet jumps, turning quickly to the source of the voice. At first she sees nothing, the room mostly dark as she didn’t bother turning more than one set of lights on. It isn't till two white eyes meet hers does she know who it is.

The soft sound of nails clicking against metal is all she hears as he shifts into the light. He sits perched above the lockers, crouched on all fours. Above him a ceiling panels is missing. As he gets closer, his hand slamming against a locker, Janet steps back. The back of her knee bumps the bench, making her sit.

"You left, Janet," he growls out again. He sneers, his teeth shining in the low light of the room. Janet sits there in a mix of emotions. Startled, confused, alarmed, but curious.

"Left what," she manages to ask. Kasey growls at her answer, jumping down off the lockers and onto the floor. He quickly makes his way to Janet, clawing his fingers into the wooden bench on either side of her. Janet sucks in a gasp, tilting away as she comes face to face with him.

"You weren't there anymore," he huffs. Janet sits back as far as she can on her hands, her head turned away. He seethes on her face, sitting inches away.

"I-I had no choice," she chokes out.

"No choice," he hisses.

"Yea, I had no choice. I was reassigned," she whimpers. His nearness and low rumbling growls do nothing to settle her nerves. Despite her lately romanticizing thoughts of his actions she wasn't naïve enough to apply them here. Not when his sharp incisors are inches from her cheek.

Kasey clenches the bench tightly, unapproving of the attempts to rid her. Finding her was a challenge for him, not knowing where she could be. It was frustrating the first time he was sedated since she left, not getting to inhale her comforting scent during such a stressful time. That would be the first time he let the affects of the sedative alter his alertness. If she wasn't there then he didn't want to be either.

"They tried to keep you away from me," he bumps his head against hers," but they cannot keep me from you."

As he begins to rub his face against her she lets those thoughts come unfiltered. So he is interested, that’s a not so uninteresting thought as she figured it would. Ever since Janet first met him she was impressed with what she saw. He is appealing in ways men she has been with before have not. He has protected her when others haven't and he seems devoted to her. It was a strange thought but Janet is all for it.

Janet turns into him, rubbing her cheek against his. She lifts one hand to his on the bench, feeling his warm fur against her fingers. She startles a bit when he begins to purr, just like the first time he touched her. Janet licks her lips before stroking up his arm and around to his shoulder. She can feel the rumbling of his pleased growls. As she reaches his neck he licks up her's. Janet gasps, the tingling sensation running down her spine and into her crotch. Her nails dig into his fur, grabbing it by the fistful as he settles her shoulder in his mouth. His sharp dangerous teeth barely dig into her skin.

"No one can keep you from me, " he growls around his mouthful," I will have you this night." One hand unbeds itself from the bench and rests against Janet's back. He tugs her forward till her chest is flush with his. The feeling of her in his arms, safe against him, makes his chest feel full. Yes, he will have her this night.

"o-ok," Janet answers a bit dazed. She knows this should be alarming, if not off putting, but Janet doesn't care. This feels right, that’s the only thing that has felt right in a long while.

Kasey purrs with a large grin, all the more excited now his female accepted this, accepted him. He licks and nibbles her neck as his hand pets and gropes her hips. His cock hot and ready but the little he knows about females, let alone human females, is that she needs more time to be ready. Kasey slides her off the bench and onto the floor, his eagerness showing between their bodies.

Janet gets a slight view of his rod, it being too dark to see it all. She does notice a large bulb at his base, before she can question it her shirt is ripped open. Janet yelps as her body jiggles with the sudden force. Her bra is ripped next leaving her bare and open to Kasey's all too pleased gaze. He likes what he sees, reaching out and groping her chest with both hands. Janet sits back on the cold floor, arms resting on either side of her head. She chuckles to herself at the absurdity of the situation. The strangeness is outweighed by the heat in her pants as his claws carefully pinch at her skin.

Her clothes are removed promptly, Kasey excited to bury himself into her awaiting heat, not before he gets a taste. Janet watches as he rests on his stomach, staring down with his wide grin at her cunt. He licks his lips, Janet groans with anticipation. They both wait with bated breath as he lowers his mouth to her, quickly licking a long stripe up her. They both moan at the feeling. Kasey already believing she is the best tasting thing on the planet. Janet can't believe she is really getting eaten out by one the monsters she works with.

Kasey worships her with his mouth, licking up every drop of her. He grunts and groans against her as his cock pulses against the floor. His palms cup her ass as he grind her into his face. His back nails dig into the concrete floor as he fights the urge to buck against the ground.

Janet whimpers and cries out, squirming in his hold as she fists her hair. She fights her fast approaching climax, wanting to ride his mouth just a little longer. Its when she feels his nails prick against her skin, feels his rumbling purrs against her, and sees his tail wagging behind him does she give up on the fight. With a shout and an arch of her back does she cum on his face.

Kasey licks up every drop, adoring the way she wiggles in his hold and buck against his tongue. Oh he plans to do that often. He think about doing it again till his cock pulses again between his stomach and the cold ground. Hearing Janet cry out had him nearly cumming on the floor, wasting his seed on his chest rather than inside her.

Janet pants as she watches Kasey climb up her body. His teeth sparkle in the light making her shudder as she knows some of her slick is on those teeth. Janet reaches out for him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he settles above her. He leans down and licks over her mouth, delving in when she opens for him. Janet sucks on his tongue, carding her finger through his hair as she does.

As Janet is busy Kasey takes the time to align himself with her awaiting heat. His eyes roll back as his tip presses to her hole. Kasey grabs her hips and sits up to watch himself enter her. Looking down at his cock he passes just a glance up at Janet. He takes in her overeager grin, her heaving chest, and flush cheeks. Kasey adores what he can do to her, knowing fully well he is the reason she is so ragged looking. He smirks down at her before pressing in.

Janet chokes on a gasp as his cock fills her up. The stretch is divine as is the feeling of his fur sliding across her thighs. He rests against her thighs with a grunt, finally settled as far as he is willing to go for now. She will take his knot later. He lightly bucks his hips at the thought.

He thrusts into her without a care. Janet can feel him deep inside her, her walls fluttering around him as she watches his hips slam into her's. he holds her, pulling her against him with each beautiful glide of his cock. He already feels ready to burst, ready to give in to her tight cunt. Janet sits in for the ride, watching every clench of his stomach, every hiss coming from between his teeth, and hear the clap of their hips. She can't stop the whimpers and cries the escape her parted lips.

"Kasey," Janet shouts as he slams into her. He gives up on watching her pussy take him and falls to his hands. He wildly thrusts into her, completely adoring the way she grips his cock. He can't hold on any longer, she has to take him completely.

He slaps his hips harder into her, opening her thigh wider with a hand as he tries to force his knot. Janet feels the hard piece begging for entrance. Was this the bulb as his base? She isn't quite sure she can take that as she already feels completely stuffed. Kasey doesn't quit in his efforts, leaning into her with a particularly hard buck of his hips. He feels her give just a bit, he keeps pushing. Kasey feels her open for him, allowing just enough room for him to pop into place.

"Agh, fuck." Janet groans and Kasey whimpers into her neck. His high pitched wails make Janet hold him closer, petting along his hair as she tries to adjust to the new intrusion.

"Perfect, too perfect," Kasey cries out. He gives small bucks of his hips that drive Janet wild. She gives in faster than she thought possible, clenching and spasming around him. Kasey whimpers louder as she grips him harder than he could ever imagine. His tongue hangs out his mouth, panting as his thighs shake. His balls clench up and when he listens to her own cries of pleasure does he shoot his seed into her. He turns his head and sinks his teeth into her soft, delicate flesh. He is only mildly aware of how fragile she is, holding back just barely as he marks his mate.

Kasey and Janet catch their breath on the now warm floor. Janet's sweat sticks to Kasey's fur. Kasey's teeth sit just barely in Janet's flesh. They can both barely hear the sound of his tail wagging behind them. Janet would laugh if she wasn't so exhausted. Instead she sits lax against the floor hearing a soft keening coming from Kasey.

"You alright," Janet asks. Kasey finally lets her go, sitting up to look down at her. His wide grin show off his blood stained teeth. He licks them clean before resting his head to hers.

"Perfect," he grumbles. They share a smile, all too content with what they have done.

Janet still feels Kasey cumming, his hot load making her squirm in frustration. Kasey looks between them before meeting her eyes, he tilts his head in questions before running his hand down her stomach. Janet nods, dropping her head back as his hand meets her clit. He rubs her as his hips buck. As he listens to her cries of pleasure he misses the sound of a door opening.

Upon later reflection he blames himself for what happens, knowing he is way more aware than this.

As she cums on his cock for the second time a man calls out from behind them. Kasey looks over his shoulder to see a guard pointing a gun at them both. Quickly Kasey pulls out of Janet's all too comfortable cunt. He winces along with Janet at the pain but its short lived before he picks her up.

Kasey settles Janet in the corner of the room, holding himself as a shield in front of her. Kasey snarls and growls at the guard, protecting his new mate from the intruder. Kasey's mind was still a bit fuzzy but he knew that he needed to protect her. He will protect her.

4/2/17- Guards flank to storage room 32C to scene of subject KC-S4905 and Dr. Wilco copulating on the floor. Backed into a corner, KC-S4905 hides Dr. Wilco in the corner while snarling at security. No shots fired, all participants go willingly.

4/2/17- Medical eval. Shows semen found in and around Janet Wilco's vagina. Bruises covering most of the inner thigh, hips, and one on her neck. Small cuts on her posterior and hips. minuscule puncture wounds on her neck and shoulder. No serious injuries. Psych eval. Results are inconclusive.

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4/5/17- Dr. Janet Wilco is forcibly let go and on constant surveillance until further notice.

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5/23/17- Despite transferring to a more secure containment, KC-S4905 has escaped the facility.

5/23/17- Janet Wilco is missing.

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KC-S4905 is still currently missing. Janet Wilco's missing person search has been disbanded and she is now considered dead as of 2/25/18

End of KC-S4905 (Kasey)

Director Cameron H. Stanley

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If you made it to the end I'm proud of you. this is extremely experimental and I figure most people won’t enjoy this. I know little to nothing about SCP stuff but I was reading one and I got this idea to tell a love story in one. At first, it was just incident reports and no little story bits in the middle. but it got away from me and here we are.

I realized like halfway through this that I was pretty much ripping off Strigoi boyfriend from Somanyfangs on twitter (I tried posting the link but its not working). so credit is due here. besides that, this was all original. I hope you liked it cause I'm so iffy on this one.

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bijvoorbeeldja · 5 years ago

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Sobbe Spin the Bottle

Robbe was going to murder Jens.

First of all, he kept dragging him to these stupid boy-girl parties, and now that they were old enough, their parents were finally letting them stay out later. Which meant that every weekend, Britt would call Jens, interrupting their video game marathon, and just like that, they’d be heading to some gathering the girls were having.

Robbe didn’t care about the girls. Sure, they were all friends and went to the same school together, but when Robbe slept over at Jens — mostly to ignore the escalatingly uncomfortable situation at his house — he just wanted to be with Jens, eating greasy food and passing out with game controllers in hand.

But he wanted Jens to be happy, and he knew Jens was trying to be a good boyfriend to Britt, so Robbe let himself be dragged to every party and get-together.

But tonight was a whole different mess, and Robbe knew that at the first chance he got, he was going to kill Jens. Because tonight, not only was he forced to crowd in a small room with a handful of girls from his school, but also because they’d all decided it was time for a game of Spin the Bottle.

Robbe could’ve died right then and there. Jens had suggested it, offering up a now-empty soda bottle to the group, who whooped in response. The girls were smiling at each other and giggling, smoothing down their hair and eyeing the boys with raised eyebrows.

Jens started shifting tables and chairs, making space for a circle in the middle of the room. Robbe groaned, his stomach dropping as he saw Luca — one of the girls — making suggestive eyes at him from across the room. Great.

Robbe knew Jens was only suggesting this as a way to kiss Jana without getting in trouble with Britt. Yes, Jens was dating Britt, but as Jen’s best friend, Robbe knew that their relationship was rocky and headed for an end. Especially since Jana and Jens had grown increasingly flirty. It was a mess.

But now Robbe was going to run the risk of having to kiss one of his friends, right in the view of everyone else. At least with Seven Minutes in Heaven, he could stand in silence with the person for those agonizingly slow minutes and be done with it. But now, that bottle could spin to him, and everyone’s eyes would be on him. He did NOT want to kiss any girls. Not now. And the boys...well, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought once or twice about what it would be like to kiss Jens. They were close, after all. But that was not something he wanted to reveal tonight — or ever. For now, his fate lay in the random whim of a soda bottle.

His palms started to sweat as the group started sitting cross legged on the floor, forming a circle. Luca met Robbe’s gaze, patting an empty spot next to her. Pretending not to see, Robbe reluctantly went over to sit next to Jana, who was wiping away lingering lipstick smudges with a finger. Jens sat and place the bottle in the middle, a wide smile on his face. He started to speak when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Amber said, jumping up from the circle. “I forgot I invited my cousin. He’s always late.” She rolled her eyes as she turned and walked down the hall.

“Amber’s cousin?” Moyo asked, looking around at them. “Do we know Amber’s cousin?”

“I’ve only heard about him,” Jana said, shrugging her shoulders. “He’s the one that goes to that art school downtown?”

“Oh, right,” Moyo said, scoffing. “The alternative dude. He better not try to steal our ladies,” he muttered to Jens who laughed and shoved his shoulder.

Robbe had heard little about Sander, Amber’s cousin. He knew that Sander was two years older than them, and a really talented artist. But that was all he knew.

They heard the door shut and footsteps down the hallway. When Amber reappeared, behind her stood a tall boy. He had on black jeans and a black leather jacket, a band t-shirt underneath. Tall, dark, and handsome would have fit him if it weren’t for the shock of bleached-blonde hair that lay in messy tuffs on his head.

“Everyone, this is my cousin Sander,” Amber said, motioning to the boy with an outstretched arm. “He apologizes for his tardiness.” She gave Sander a glare and came back to resume her spot in the circle.

Sander rolled his eyes at Amber’s back and shrugged out of his jacket, laying it over a nearby chair.

“Thanks for letting me come, guys,” he said, his voice deep. At 14? Robbe thought. How did he already sound like a full-grown man? “Sorry I’m late.”

Robbe watched as the girls looked at Sander, then at each other, blushing and giggling obviously. They continued to smooth down their hair and adjust their tops, smiling ridiculously as Sander as he came and joined the circle, sitting opposite Robbe.

Robbe swallowed, suddenly overcome as the boy came over and he got a closer look at him. He had tanned skin and strong shoulders, and as he suddenly met Robbe’s gaze, Robbe noticed how green his eyes were. Shit. Robbe looked down instantly, scolding himself for staring. But when he looked up again, the boy’s eyes were still on him. The corner of his mouth lifted in a tiny smile and he continued to look ever deeper into Robbe’s gaze.

Robbe was not going to survive this.

…….

So far, Robbe had been safe.

There had been a handful of spins, and so far, Moyo had kissed Jana — Robbe watched Jens’ knuckles go white in a fist as he watched their exchange — Amber had kissed Jens, Britt had kissed Jens, Aaron had kissed Britt, and Sander had vehemently refused to kiss his cousin when the bottle landed on Amber. Robbe laughed as Jens had to give Aaron a peck — the two jokingly threw themselves together and made a loud smacking noise with their lips. Moyo shook his head at them, laughing.

Robbe was cringing watching his friends swap kisses, giggling and blushing and finding some enjoyment in the game that was entirely lost on Robbe. But truth be told, he could barely focus on what was happening in the game as he kept meeting Sander’s gaze across the circle. He was trying to focus his energy on willing the bottle to land on anyone but him, and it was working...so far. But then for a second he’d get distracted by the noise and the pressure and he’d look up, and there he was, staring at him with those intense green eyes.

He’d look down quickly, busying himself with another swig of soda, or run a hand nervously through his hair. But he continued to feel the boy’s gaze on him, boring into his face. He didn’t know why the boy was looking at him — did he have something on his face? — or why it was making Robbe’s stomach do nervous flip-flops.

Then, it was Robbe’s turn, making him blush an even deeper shade of red. He got up on his knees, leaning down to spin the bottle in his hand, palms sweating as he watched it circle around, deciding who would be playing a starring role in his greatest of humiliations.

His breath hitched as it landed, a little askew, on Britt. He glanced up nervously at Britt, who took a swig of her drink and cleared her throat. She didn’t look entirely disgusted to have to kiss Robbe, he noticed. She probably thought it would make Jens jealous, which of course she would want. She sat up on her knees, leaning across the circle to Robbe. Robbe leaned in, too, slowly, noticing those green eyes on him out of the corner of his eye. Britt’s lips met Robbe’s quickly, surprising him. She cupped Robbe’s cheeks lightly, like you would a baby, pressing her lips to his for a moment, then pulling back. Robbe didn’t even close his eyes. Britt was cute, nice, and….a girl. But he still felt nothing. Even in a kiss during a silly game. That thought alone made him queasy.

Britt smiled and sat back, getting ready for her next turn at the bottle. Robbe exhaled and tried to subtly swipe a hand across his lips, seeking to remove any traces of the lipstick that she’d left. Across the circle still watching him, Sander smiled the tiniest of smiles at Robb’e s gesture, which he’d noticed.

After Britt had given Aaron a small peck — as Amber glared on; it was no secret she was into Aaron — and Aaron kissed Jana, it was Sander’s turn. All the girls (except Amber) sat up a little straighter, smoothing down their hair once more. The boys slumped as they watched them all a little too eager to lock lips with the artist. But Sander seemed oblivious to this as he leaned forward, giving the bottle a strong pin. The girls — and Robbe, for reasons he couldn’t understand — were watching with bated breath as the bottle slowed and landed….right in front of Robbe.

The girls sat back, slumping, while Britt audibly groaned in disappointment. Robbe, on the other hand, was sure his heart had stopped beating.

“Ooooh, Robbe and The Artist,” Moyo called, making kissy sounds. Jens shoved Moyo.

“You know it’s gonna be a better kiss than mine and Aaron’s!” He said laughing. Aaron shoved his middle finger in Jen’s direction, making him laugh harder and blow Aaron a kiss.

Sander looked at Robbe, eyes wide and intent on Robbe. Robbe bit his lip, fighting inside whether to beg for a re-spin. If you looked at the bottle, you could argue it was in the middle of him and Luca...right? But time was sticking awkwardly and everyone was waiting, eager to move on to their turn. As another second passed, Sander’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, Robbe,” Sander said softly, more to him than for anyone else’s benefit. “It’s just a game.”

“Oh, come on you two,” Jana urged, jumping in. “Just kiss already!”

“It’s okay,” Robbe said, shaking his head. “Let’s do it.”

Robbe swallowed, swiping his palms against his jeans quickly as he sat up on his knees, hoping to calm himself. His breathing was shallow as he watched Sander sit up, leaning forward on one hand and reaching across the circle, the faintest hit of a smile teasing at the corners of his lips. Robbe followed his movements, their faces closing the distance between them. Sander’s eyes flicked up to meet Robbe’s gaze before sliding down to his lips, eyes fluttering closed.

Robbe’s heart was racing and he felt like his insides were twisting as he felt Sander’s breath warming his lips. Before Robbe could remember to breathe, Sander’s lips were on his, his kiss warm and firm. Robbe felt the featherlight touch of Sander’s hand on his face, his fingers lightly resting on the nape of his neck, his thumb rubbing the smallest of caresses into his cheek. Robbe felt his own lips open slightly to catch his breath, and Sander lifted his chin to kiss deeper into Robbe’s lips.

“Damn,” Robbe heard Jana say, but the sound was muffled. Or was it Robbe’s brain that felt muddled?

Sander pulled back slowly, scanning Robbe’s face for a reaction before leaning back to his seat. Robbe could have sworn there was a light blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. Robbe sat back awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, the very least Sander.

Jens cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention back to the game.

“Well,” he said, clapping his hands together. “That was...that was something. Should we play something else?”

Robbe looked down at the floor, sure his skin would erupt in flames any second. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, surely their eyes wide with shock...maybe even disgust. He’d kissed a boy. And he hadn’t hated it. Not at all.

…….

“I’ve got curfew,” Britt announced, getting up from the couch and searching for her bag. “I’ve gotta go.”

Jana hopped up, too, starting to clear some bottles from the table and readjust couch cushions.

“Oh, c’mon!” Moyo protested. “The night is still young! We haven’t even started cards!”

“Dude, cards?” Jens said to him. “That’s so lame. Wanna play Fortnite?”

“Oh, I’m about to kick your butt, Stoeffels!” The two remained on the couch with Aaron, while the girls gathered their things and helped Jana clean up. Robbe didn’t feel like dueling the guys in a video game, so he gathered up some trash and bottles and headed to the kitchen.

He was trying not to agonize over what had happened that night, but it was like Sander’s kiss had burned into Robbe’s lips, leaving him unable to think of anything else. Sander’s touch was like...better than anything Robbe had ever felt. Way better than any of the girl’s he kissed or held hands with. Way better. He wouldn’t be able to forget it.

As he was emptying bottles into the sink, he heard footsteps behind him.

“Can I help?” Sander stood in the doorway, standing tall, but looking slightly nervous as he joined Robbe at the sink.

“Oh, uhm. Sure,” Robbe said, handing him the empty bottles for the recycling bin.

It was silent for a moment before Sander spoke again, softly.

“Look, Robbe,” he said. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. During the game.”

Robbe looked up at him, stunned again for a moment by the brightness of his eyes.

“I don’t have any problem kissing boys,” he smirked at this, as if it were obvious. “But I shouldn’t have forced you into that situation where you might not have been. I’m sorry.”

Robbe swallowed. He knew what he was thinking — that the kiss had been mindblowing, better than anything Robbe had ever experienced — but he knew those words were too much. Too much to say out loud. Too much for Sander, and too much for him. He let the silence between them linger.

Sander stepped a bit closer to Robbe, grabbing another bottle from him, letting his fingers rest on Robbe’s for a few seconds. He smiled.

“I don’t know how much Amber told you guys about me,” Sander said, looking vulnerable. “I’m kind of a mess.” He laughed weakly at this.

“I doubt that,” Robbe said, speaking before his mind could catch up. “And even if you are, so what? We all have our messes.”

Sander looked up at him, smiling.

“We all have our own messes,” Sander repeated. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“And for the record,” Robbe said, in a surge of bravery, not taking his gaze off Sander’s. “The kiss didn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m realizing that...I don’t have problems kissing boys either.”

Sander’s eyes widened only slightly before smiling, biting a lip in an attempt to curb it.

“It was a really...nice kiss,” Sander said slowly. “Even for a stupid game.”

“Yeah,” Robbe said, laughing. Inside, his stomach was doing flips. “Even for a stupid game.”

“Robbe, I—” Sander started, anxiously shifting his weight onto the other foot. “I think you’re really handsome.”

He looked at Robbe cautiously, afraid he’d said too much. Robbe could only blush and look down, letting his lips raise in a small smile. The sounds of the TV and the boys’ yells were muffled from the other room.

“Could we….could I see you again sometime soon?” Sander said finally, exhaling.

Robbe looked up at him, not even trying to disguise the blush on his cheeks now.

“You want to hang out with me? You?”

Sander laughed. “You’re really making me work for it, huh? What, did I not kiss you well enough before?”

Robbe blinked at him, and before he could stop himself, he was rising on his tiptoes, reaching up to place his lips on Sander’s. Sander was startled, but only for a second, and he quickly reached down to hold Robbe’s waist and pull him tighter. Robbe gripped the lapels of Sander’s jacket, tucking himself deeper into Sander’s embrace. He didn’t think he’d ever felt something so good.

“Oh, whoops!” Jana said, freezing in the doorway as she saw the two. A hand flew up to her mouth but Robbe could see her smiling through it. He pulled back from Sander, but Sander still kept a firm grasp on Robbe’s waist.

“Sorry, Jana, I—” Robbe started, embarrassed.

“Damn you, Robbe!” Jana said, her smile wider now. “You made me lose the bet.”

“Bet? What bet?” Robbe said, pulling back more to look between her and Sander.

Jana smiled again, shaking her head.

“After Spin the Bottle, we all bet each other how long before you two would be making out. After a kiss that hot, it was inevitable.”

Sander laughed and Robbe covered his face with his hands, groaning. “Jana!”

“Well, Jens guessed it’d take less than an hour, so I guess I owe him five bucks.” Jana dumped some trash in the bin, then turned back towards the living room.

Sander was still laughing as he gently pulled Robbe’s hands away from his face.

“Great,” Robbe mumbled. “Now they’re all talking about us.”

Sander leaned in again, whispering against Robbe’s lips.

“Let them. I’m fine right here.”

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shipmistress9 · 4 years ago

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FTLOAP: Chapter 48: Reminds Me Again It's Worth It All

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AN: How... how is it already almost three months later again? Time is a lie! xD But I won't apologise. Life is just absolutely crazy right now, and not just because of this virus. But I'm not abandoning this story, don't worry! :)

And I don't want to ramble here too much, but... I was worried how you all would take it that I implemented the canon events as legends. And I'm very happy and relieved to see that you guys generally seem to approve. ^^

This week's title comes, again, from Memories by Within Temptation. I've picked this title before I wrote the chapter and I have to admit that it fitted better to the original vision I had of this chapter than to the end result. But it still works and it's not that important anyway, right? ;P

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“Do you think you can do it? Can you kill a dragon?”

Grimacing, Hiccup averted his face at that question. Killing a dragon… There once had been a time where this prospect had troubled him. It had been something he had to do, but not what he’d wanted to do.

But now, things were different. He'd already lost so much to a dragon’s attack once, and now could gain so much more if he did it… It wasn’t a question about whether he could do it anymore.

But… would he be able to do it?

“I get that it’s a lot to think about,” Eret said when he didn’t reply immediately. “Especially after what you just told us and in such a short time. The thing is just… You legally winning that title for yourself would be the easiest and cleanest solution. But we can prepare you as much as we want; if it’s more likely that you’re getting killed, it’s not worth it. Then we have to come up with something else. I’m sure there’s something we can do. There has to be.”

Hiccup pressed his lips together and lowered his head. Astrid was still sitting right next to him, her hand in his. So close. It could be so easy. All he had to do to be with her was kill a dragon. But after all his failures, he wasn't likely to be too optimistic.

“I don’t know,” he eventually said in a low voice. “I became a better fighter over the last years, I had to, and… and I have the best motivation imaginable.” Chuckling weakly, he lifted his hand to breathe a soft kiss onto Astrid’s knuckled. It made her smile, tentatively. “But I don’t know if I can do it. It would be difficult, nearly impossible . During raids and other occasions, we use special tools and weapons against dragons that make it easier to capture and kill them. If I had some of those, I think I could do it. But without them?” Gulping, he shook his head. “I’d need a lot of luck, and, well… given the past few years, luck is not something I would want to count on.”

Next to him, Astrid flinched. The fingers of her free hand painfully dug into his arm; she clearly didn’t like his answer. But as much as he wanted to give her another one – lying just to comfort her wasn’t an option.

“But you can build these weapons,” Eret objected. “I know you can, I’ve seen you work in Berk’s forge and you even managed to fix the music box. Just tell us what you need, and we get if for you.”

Hiccup’s gaze shifted back to Eret. He was grateful for his enthusiasm and optimism, that he wouldn’t give up. But in this case, just thinking positively wouldn't help much. With a tired sigh, he shook his head. “You’re right, I could build what I need. But not within only a couple of days. I’d need special moulds to forge the pieces, special tools I don’t have… It would take me weeks to build all that from scratch.”

“Can’t you get some of those things here?” Dagur threw in. “I mean, the markets here might not be as big as Southshore’s… but this is the capital. There’s a lot you can buy here.”

Hiccup grimaced, his free hand tightening into a fist. He gazed down at Astrid, tightly clinging to his arm and her face hidden against his side. He couldn’t give up now. Eret was right, winning that hunt would be the cleanest solution. And for Astrid, he was willing to try and risk everything. Whatever it would take.

With a heavy sigh, he turned back toward the others. “Maybe you’re right and we can find at least some things. So far, I haven’t seen anything of that sort though, and finding the tools I need, let alone the functioning weapons, might take just as long as trying to build them. But yeah, it’s at least a possibility.”

“All right, what should we look for?” Tuff asked.

He shared a look with his sister who added, “Tuff and I know the city pretty well. And we know some people… If the things you need exist somewhere in Volantis, then we’re your best option to find them.”

Frowning, Hiccup took a moment to think. “The most important thing,” he eventually replied, slowly, “would be a bola shooter. The best way – the only reasonable way, really – to fight any dragon is to first incapacitate their wings, if possible their legs too. If they can’t fly or move much at all, they’re relatively easy prey.”

“A…. what shooter?” The question came from Tuff, but except for Eret who’d seen a bola shooter in action before, everyone looked equally confused.

“A bola shooter.” He released Astrid’s hand to use both arms for his explanation. “A bola is a weapon made for hunting. It’s made of three – or more – strings of rope, all tied together at a centre point and each with some form of weight at the end, usually a rock of this size,” he held up his fist, “or bigger, depending on what kind of prey you’re after. If you fling it the right way, it wraps around the beast’s body, preferably around its legs or wings and renders it immobile.”

“Makes sense,” Dagur agreed, nodding. “But I don’t see your problem. Making such a bola doesn’t sound that complicated.”

Hiccup nodded. “It’s not. But using a bola just on its own, that’s not advisable if you’re out to hunt a dragon. Flinging a bola over your head is not exactly stealthy. If you’re in a raid where there’s chaos already, it doesn’t matter much. But if you try to sneak up on a dragon and want to capture it before it attacks or simply flies off? Not a good idea. So what I need is a shooter. It’s a device to launch such bolas without the eye-catching gaining of momentum.” His gaze wandered to Astrid’s servants. “What you would be looking for is–”

“Wait a moment,” Eret interrupted him. He got up from his chair and walked over to a desk, then returned with a sheet of paper and a pencil. “It’s not as if I have much need for letter paper anyway.”

Gratefully, Hiccup took the paper and pencil, and leaning over the low table in front of him, he made a quick sketch of what he needed.

“It’s a wooden or metallic tube,” he explained. “Wide enough for weights as such rocks and with a mechanism to launch them attached to it at one end.” He handed the sketch over to Astrid’s warder.

The man narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sketch then showed it to his sister next to him. She too narrowed her eyes, then the twins shared a knowing look and a nod.

“What?” Dagur asked, a little annoyed. “Have you seen anything like that before?”

“Maybe,” Ruff replied slowly. She inspected the sketch for a moment longer, then shared another strange nod with her brother before she left the room without another word.

Everyone gazed after her, perplexed, then threw Tuff a questioning look.

But Tuff’s answer wasn’t very enlightening. “She needs to check something,” he simply said.

Dagur snorted. “Don’t bother trying to make sense of their twintuition. It’s pointless.”

“I can hear you, you know?” Tuff muttered.

“So what?,” Dagur cackled. “Nothing I wouldn’t say to your face.”

Rolling his eyes at their bickering, Eret cleared his throat to draw Hiccup’s attention again. “Who knows how long Ruff will be gone. So let’s use the time to talk options. I agree, flinging a bola isn’t stealthy, but it would still be possible, wouldn’t it? Or how about a weighted net? I’ve seen you use those sometimes, too.”

With his lips pressed into a thin line, Hiccup nodded. “Possible, yes, but not advisable. A shooter would give me another advantage over simply flinging a bola or net myself. I wouldn’t need to get as close to the beast since a shooter can hurl them farther than I can throw them, and they could be bigger too as it can handle higher weights. And with a net, I’d need to be in a higher position to throw it on top of them. It can be done, obviously, but, yeah… It would require a lot of luck.”

Eret frowned but didn’t object and didn’t come up with some other option, either. Grateful for the break, Hiccup leaned against the cushioned backrest, relaxing a little when Astrid cuddled to his side without hesitation. She’d been surprisingly quiet throughout the whole conversation, and now he noticed just how tense she was; her shoulders, her expression, even her hands clenched into fists around his tunic. As if she was subconsciously holding on to something invisible.

It was strange in a way. But just like he'd drawn from her strength earlier when the memories of his dead family had threatened to overwhelm him, it now seemed as if she was relying on his strength in return. Even though he had no idea why she needed it.

He let his hand run up and down her back, slowly, comfortingly, and after a minute or two, she relaxed at least a little bit.

It didn't take long until Ruff returned. In her arms, she carried a large basket full of laundry which earned her confused looks from everyone waiting.

"You came to bring fresh clothes?" Dagur asked, a little incredulously. "Do you expect anyone to rip theirs off?" He threw an insinuating grin at Astrid and Hiccup, but nobody was really in the mood for joking.

"Haha, funny," Ruff deadpanned. She placed the basket on the ground and rummaged about for a few seconds until she found what she was looking for. With a satisfied grin, she glanced from one to the other. "No, the laundry was just for cover; I didn't want people to get suspicious if they saw me with this." She pulled an object out that had been hidden by layers of cloth, a smug smile on her face as she looked at Hiccup. "Is this what you were talking about? A bola shooter?"

Hiccup could only gape. Disbelievingly, he reached for the device when Ruff held it out to him, his fingers reverently gliding over the sturdy metal tube. It was dusty, the mechanism getting stuck when he tried to wind it up, but it was undeniably a bola shooter. It even was the same model they used on Berk, the size and length of the tube distinct. And the mechanism! It was just like–

Hiccup sucked in a sharp breath and turned the device around until his eyes found what he’d been looking for, a sign that was etched into the metal at the underside of the tube. A horizontal line crossed by three vertical ones. Or, the way he read it, ‘H H’.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, his eyes on the twins.

This couldn't be… It made no sense! How?

"What's wrong, Hiccup?" Eret asked, frowning, a note of worry in his voice.

Mutely and without looking, Hiccup handed the shooter over to his cousin. His eyes were still on Ruff, still waiting for her answer.

Ruff exchanged a frown with her brother, and they both shrugged. “It’s Astrid’s,” she replied.

Stunned, Hiccup turned toward Astrid, but she looked just as surprised as he was. “Excuse me?”

“It’s true,” Tuff said with another shrug. “It was in one of your birthday chests from three or four years ago.”

Still confused, Hiccup cocked his head. “Birthday chests?” he asked for clarification when even Dagur just nodded in understanding.

“Usually, there aren’t as many people here for my birthday as there were this year,” Astrid explained in a low voice. She sounded distracted, as if her mind was somewhere else entirely. “But since ignoring the Princess Royal’s birthday could be considered an insult, practically every noble family sends a gift every year. Nothing extravagant in most cases, just a sign that they remembered. Often, it’s some local speciality, food, clothes, or craftsmanship. I… some pieces I kept, and the food always gets eaten, of course, but the rest gets stored away, and…” She trailed off, shrugging.

“Exactly!” Tuff nodded. “There’s an entire room just filled with shelves and boxes full of stuff – for every member of the royal family. And there’s some weird stuff in there, that I can tell you.” He snickered.

Somewhere in the depth of Hiccup’s mind, a memory was rising, but he couldn’t grasp it yet.

“Very true!” Ruff said with a smirk. “Some of these things are great for pranks; it’s just a hassle to sort through them sometimes. Anyway, there are a few chests that are different… bigger. Sometimes, higher noble families don’t just send one gift but an entire chest full of various gifts. There is one in particular that contains a number of strange things I’ve never seen anywhere else. Clothes in an unfamiliar style, wooden carvings, instruments… and this weird fellow.” She pointed at the bola shooter in Eret’s hand. “We never knew what to make of it, but when you sketched your shooter just now…” She broke off, looking over at Eret as he grunted in surprise.

"Is… is that one of yours?" he asked, baffled.

Next to him, Astrid shuffled to sit up straighter. “Yeah, apparently it is. Even though I can’t–”

“He means me,” Hiccup interrupted her gently. He held his hand out for Eret to give him the shooter back, then turned it around to show her the symbol etched into the metal. “See this? That… well, you can call it my signature, I guess. I used to mark everything I made with this sign. H H. Hiccup of House Haddock.”

He shrugged, a little embarrassed. Putting that signature on his works had been an act of pride and rebellion, he knew that all too well. So many people had called him useless for not being a good fighter and not going after the dragons as he was supposed to. And yet, they’d been happy enough to use his weapons and devices.

Astrid traced the symbol with her fingers, her touch careful. “So… you made this?” she asked, visibly puzzled “But… how did it end up in that chest?”

Hiccup’s memories were all falling into place then. “I haven’t thought of this in a long time, didn’t even remember until just now,” he said slowly. “It was on the day the council had decided that I would have to prove myself in the arena, and I was… well, I was terrified, to be honest. Torn on whether I even wanted to kill a dragon and scared by having to do so in the arena, without support or the usual methods. I had just finished working on this shooter, but more felt like throwing it out of the window and into the ocean. What was the point of crafting all these weapons if I wasn’t allowed to use them? I think I was pretty lost, wallowing, and didn't pay much attention to my mother when she came into my workshop."

He had to pause and swallow at that memory. What would he give if he could go back to that moment, for the chance to talk to her again? To ask for her advice, or just to listen to what was on her mind. If only he hadn't wasted so much time only focused on his own problems...

"She tried to cheer me up and encourage me, said that she had faith in me. But I didn't want to hear that and in the end, it wasn't why she'd come looking for me anyway. She was about to send a chest of gifts to her friend, for her daughter's birthday, and wanted me to contribute something, too." His lips twitched into a rueful smile. "I remember how annoyed I was. What did the birthday of some stranger matter to me? I had more important things on my mind, like not losing my honour in front of the entire tribe, for example. Or my life. So I just gave her the shooter I'd just finished, unreasonably angry at the device itself for me not being allowed to use it in my fight against the dragon."

With slightly shaking hands, Astrid reached for the shooter to inspect it a little more closely. "Is it still working, though?" There was an odd tone in her voice, so quiet and almost trembling, something he couldn’t quite place. “I mean, it’s been lying around in that chest for three years now. Are you sure it’s not rusty? What if the mechanism jams when you need it?”

Hiccup took a moment to think, then nodded. “Yeah, it should still work. Maybe not right now, but it shouldn’t be a problem to get it to work on time. I just need to disassemble it, clean all parts, and put them back together.” He paused, trying to think it through. All parts were there, working and in his usual high quality. They shouldn’t have suffered much over time, and even if one or two parts were broken, it shouldn’t be that hard to replace only those.

He sucked in a deep breath, a confidant grin on his face. “So, going back to your question,” he said, looking at Eret. “Yes, with this baby here, I think I can do it. I can kill a dragon!”

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Hiccup was itching to get started. Three days weren’t much time to prepare for the task that lay ahead of him, and he didn’t want to waste even one second. But no matter how eager he was to disappear into the royal armoury and work on the shooter, he grudgingly had to yield to Eret’s logic.

“You can’t go and spend all day locked up, working on some secret project. If you do, people will get suspicious, and we can’t have anyone pay overly attention to what either of us is doing.”

So he spent most of the day assisting Eret and Dagur during their training – which probably wasn’t that much of a waste of time, either. It was a little tricky as on the one hand, it couldn’t become obvious that Hiccup was training some techniques for real, while on the other hand, Eret and Dagur couldn’t put too much obvious effort into it. But all he could do was hope that the ruse worked.

Astrid was watching them from afar, but something was strange about her. Hiccup was ecstatic, even as his leg was acting up a little from the unusual workout. For the first time since Astrid’s birthday, he felt true confidence, for their future but also for himself. The plan Eret had come up with was good. It wouldn’t be easy by any means, but it could work. And even more importantly, it was something he could do.

But Hiccup noticed that Astrid wasn’t nearly in as good a mood as he was, even from a distance. She looked tense and anxious, even more so than this morning, almost constantly biting her lip. He wished he could go and talk to her, could ask her what was bothering her. But there were too many people around on the fighting ground; all conversations would have to wait until the night.

And until then, he had to use every bit of time he had. He didn’t join Eret and Dagur for their lunch break and instead spent the time at the armoury. And even though he only had about an hour, he made good progress with the shooter. It was years now since he last worked on a device like this, but it still felt natural, easy as breathing.

After a first inspection, he was relieved to see that nearly all pieces were still in working order. One rod was warped and needed to be pounded back into shape with some work on an anvil. Another was broken and he would need to replace it, same as a bolt or three. But all that was manageable, no reason to worry. If he used his free hours in the evening and on the next day without wasting time, then he should be done by tomorrow night, the morning after at the latest.

The good mood carried him through the day, even though it was a long and exhausting one. After his simple dinner in the servants’ kitchen, it was time to sneak into Astrid’s rooms again, and if it hadn’t been for this happy prospect, he would have just gone to bed directly. His leg hurt more with every step he made through the narrow tunnels as he followed Tuff, and it was only the thought of Astrid that kept him going. Of holding her, but also of the anxiety he’d noticed in her.

And when he entered her bedroom and Ruff closed the door behind him, it quickly became apparent that her mood hadn’t improved all day. She was still as tense as she’d been before if not more, sitting on the edge of her bed with her hands nervously fiddling with her nightgown.

"Hey," she greeted him. There was a smile on her lips but it felt off. It didn’t reach her eyes, even though the warmth and love in them were real.

"Hey," he replied. With a sigh, he sat down next to her, relieved when his weight was off his leg. Whatever it was that was bothering her, they surely could talk about it sitting, right? "Is everything okay?"

But Astrid didn't react. Instead, she frowned, her eyes not meeting his. "Your leg hurts."

It wasn't a question, but Hiccup nodded nonetheless. "A little, yes. With all the training today, that was to be expected. I should probably take it a little easier tomorrow,“ he added lightly.

She nodded, still not looking at him. Instead, her frown deepened and she chewed on her lower lip, thinking. "Do you want me to massage it?" she eventually offered.

Hiccup knew that he should decline. The pain wasn't that bad, nothing a good night's rest wouldn't heal, and letting her hands roam his skin wasn't necessarily advisable anyway. All too well, he remembered how that usually affected him.

But something was keeping him from turning her down. There was something in the way she avoided his gaze, how her hands trembled, that told him that, for some reason, Astrid needed this. He wasn't sure whether it was about having something to do in general or whether she craved contact just as much as he did, but it was there. And he didn't have it in him to deny her. Besides, a massage would definitely help, and coming from her would make it all the sweeter.

"Yeah, that would be great."

On her indication, he made himself comfortable in the middle of her bed, with his back resting against the headrest and the leg of his trousers rolled up as far as possible. Claiming that he didn't enjoy how her hands glided over his skin and worked the tissue and muscles beneath would have been a lie. It felt wonderful, both the relief it brought to his aching leg and the sensations her touch elicited in the rest of his body alike.

But as much as he enjoyed the massage, he also was aware of how anxious Astrid still was, of the wrinkles in her forehead, the tension around her mouth, and how her hands were trembling. She clearly was not okay. But since she’d evaded his question before, all he could do was wait for her to be ready to tell him what was bothering her.

"It makes sense now," she eventually murmured. She wasn't meeting his eyes, her gaze resting on his scarred leg, on her fingers tracing the ugly ragged lines.

"What do you mean?" he asked when she didn't continue.

Astrid swallowed. "Your leg. I... I've been wondering about these scars ever since you showed them to me. Not where they come from!" she quickly clarified, "But... It's just that I've seen the scars on your back. Those wounds there must have been so much worse than the one on your leg. And I always wondered why your back healed so well and your leg didn't. But now I know."

Hiccup sighed. "Yeah... my night in the forest really didn't do me any good. The infection–"

"It's not just that," she interrupted him. "A wound like this needs constant care to heal properly. Cleaning and treatment and fresh bandages and time. Bu-but if you got imprisoned and exiled, your leg got none of that, right?” Her voice was trembling now. “That's why it's still bothering you. Not because the wound was so severe or because it got dirty or even infected. It’s because it never got time to heal."

Hiccup closed his eyes and nodded. "You're right. I only got the barest minimum of treatment before they sent me away. And then, I had to leave quickly and couldn't risk resting for a week or even longer to let the wound heal. I was lucky I didn't lose the leg altogether…" He trailed off as the painful memories made a lump form in his throat; memories of cold nights in the northern forest, of hiding from thieving groups… and of being scared but at the same time not feeling worthy of even the care one of Freya’s temples would have offered.

Astrid shifted, finally looked at him as she reached for his hand. There was a shimmer in her eyes, as if she was close to tears. "Oh, Hiccup," she sniffed. "That... that must have been horrible!"

Swallowing, Hiccup lowered his head. She was right, it had been horrible. Not just because of what had happened, though, but mostly because he hadn't thought it possible that the Tribes' leaders, his own people, would be so callous and cruel. He'd always known that there were some who'd wanted House Haddock removed and even more had been in doubt about him. But he hadn't expected them to directly exile him without a proper trial. To all but execute him without solid evidence.

Astrid's hand was shaking around his, causing him to look up at her again. Her eyes were filled with sadness. "I-I'm so sorry for what you've been through. I wish there was a way to make it all undone. I wish I could spare you all the pain you've been through. And your family! I knew they were dead, but... but what happened to them – it wasn't fair!"

Again, Hiccup swallowed. "No, it wasn't fair," he murmured. He took a moment to take a deep breath and slowly let it out again. "But it's all in the past. What happened happened, and nobody can change it anymore."

Astrid nodded, weakly, her hand tightening around his. "And I'm sorry. For making you talk about them this morning. I can only imagine how much that must have cost you! If there's anything I can do to make it up to you or–"

Hiccup put a finger over her lips, effectively silencing her. "It's all right," he assured her. "You're already doing more than I can ever put into words, just by existing, by being here. Besides... I think it was actually good that I finally talked about it all, about them and what happened. I feel... lighter, somehow. I still miss them, of course, I do. But at the same time, I know that they will always be with me as long as I remember them. They are my past, and while I’ll never forget them… Thinking about them made me remember how happy I was. And it reminded me that it’s worth fighting for a happy life. For our future.”

Astrid sucked in a harsh breath. Again, she began to tremble, so much so that Hiccup pulled her into his arms to comfort her, grateful when she didn’t resist even though he didn't understand what troubled her.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbled into her hair, one hand soothingly rubbing her back. “What’s up? Why are you so upset?”

Sniffling, she burrowed deeper into his embrace. “I don’t like it.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?” There were many things not to like lately, and while he was reasonably sure that she wasn’t talking about their shared future, there were just too many options left.

“Eret’s plan. You having to hunt and fight a dragon. I don’t like it!”

Her words were muffled and it took him a moment to fully understand them. Then he frowned. “Why? It’s the first time we actually have a plan. Finally, it’s something solid we can do, something I can do.”

She snorted against his chest, a humourless laugh. “You know that you don’t have to prove yourself, right?”

“I know,” he sighed. “Not to you. But… I know that it’s stupid, but I feel like I have to prove it to myself – that I’m worthy of you and our future. That I’m not a failure. And I need it to get closure. I couldn’t kill that dragon back then and it ruined my life. So if I now can ensure our life together by killing a dragon… It’s like settling old scores, you know? Besides, Eret is right. If I can earn this title, then we’re going to face far less resistance. It will be easier, all things considered.”

She was silent for a few heartbeats, not replying in any way. Then she seemed to burrow even deeper into his embrace, her mumbled words barely audible. “But only if it works.”

Hiccup grimaced, glad that she couldn’t see his face. “It will work,” he then replied with conviction. “It has to. Remember what the Goddess said? That I have to do what comes naturally? Well, this does. This is something I can do. Even more so, it’s like this is a task that’s made for me, just like Eret said. I have the training and knowledge needed for this Hunt. This has to be what the Goddess meant.”

But Astrid still wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I see what you mean, but… I just have a bad feeling about all this! As if something will go terribly wrong...”

Sighing, he pulled her up until he could look at her. “It won’t go wrong, okay? I won’t let that happen! Not when I have you to come back to.”

“But what if you don’t?” She sounded desperate now. "What if that shooter doesn't work? Or someone attacks you? Or the dragon you find is stronger than you thought? What if you don’t come back?” She shook her head, a single tear running down her cheek.”I don’t want you to leave, don’t want to be apart from you. It feels wrong! I just have this weird feeling about it, as if something will happen when we’re not together, someth–”

He cut her off with a quick kiss. He could see what she was doing, spiralling down into worries and fears. He recognised it, had been there often enough in his life. But thinking like that wouldn’t do them any good. “It won’t go wrong! Do you hear me? For some reason, the Gods need us for their plans, so it won’t go wrong. You’ll see, I’ll be back here before you really notice I’m gone. That I promise you!”

With a pained expression on her face, she shook her head. Slowly, she crawled up the bed until she sat above him, straddling him. Her eyes were sad when they searched his, worried, her hands coming up to brush away strands of his hair. When she kissed him, it was hesitant, careful even, her fingers against his jaw and neck trembling. And yet, it was full of an urgency he didn't quite comprehend, lingering desperation thrumming beneath the surface. Without a doubt, it was fueled by her anxiety, but why she felt that way, he still didn't fully understand.

When she deepened the kiss, he didn't resist though. Her tongue was delving into his mouth, seeking closeness and reassurance, while her hand roamed to the back of his head to hold him close, fingers tugging at his hair. She was trembling, whimpering. Clinging to him as if to dear life. And he just didn’t have it in him to push her away at that moment.

His body liked her squirming in his lap more than it should, but he tried to ignore it, focused only on Astrid instead. For some reason, this was what she needed right now, just like he'd needed her support earlier when he’d talked about his family. So he didn't deny her and instead wound his arms around her lithe frame, holding her close, safe.

And who was he kidding? Kissing her and feeling her so close was a joy on its own. She was so warm, so soft, melting against his chest and into his embrace as if they were one. No matter how good this day had turned out to be, being here with her right now, tasting her kiss and hearing her little sighs, was better than everything else.

And even though he knew he should, he didn’t stop her when their kiss grew more passionate. Her fingertips scraped over his scalp and wandered down to caress his throat in a way that sent shivers all the way down his spine. It made his hands clutch her more firmly, hurl her closer still, made him groan into their kiss, and made heat pool low in his belly. She was all he wanted, all he needed, all that mattered. And, Gods , he wanted her so much.

Without his help, his hands wandered down her body, gliding along the curves of her waist, her hips, and her thighs. The thin fabric of her nightshift did little to cover her; he could feel everything, every muscle moving beneath hot skin. He eagerly swallowed the low moans his touch drew from her, luxuriating in the knowledge that it was he who made her feel like this. It was something he hoped to never lose, the simple joy of making her feel good.

However, when she broke free of their kiss to let out a louder groan and she ground herself down against him in that clear search for more stimulation, he remembered that there was a line they mustn't cross. As if he'd burned himself, he pulled his hands away from her thighs, though only to let them land on her hips instead, holding her still.

“Astrid!” he implored, pleading in a low and hoarse voice.

A low whimper escaped her, but she didn’t move and only let her forehead drop to his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I… I got carried away.” She chuckled, embarrassed and a little breathless. Her hands tightened into fists around the fabric of his tunic. “But you better keep your promise, you hear me?”

Hiccup tilted his head to place a soft and relatively innocent kiss below her ear. “I will,” he vowed, his lips twitching. He knew that she was referring to what he'd said a few minutes before, but he couldn't resist teasing her a little, if only to lighten the mood. “I will come back to you. And don’t worry, I’m not going to scam you out of all the nights I’m going to make it up to you, either. You might even beg me for a break every now and then.”

His words had the desired effect as she was chuckling for real now. Her arms slid around his neck and she settled against his shoulder in a comfortable embrace. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful. Promise me that nothing will go wrong. That you won’t get overconfident, that you won't take unnecessary risks, and won’t do anything stupid.”

With his hands slowly caressing up and down her back, Hiccup smiled, hidden within her loose night braids. “All right. I promise not to do something stupid. And don’t worry, I know how dangerous dragons can be; I won’t get cocky. I have too much to lose.”

“Same here,” she mumbled before kissing him again, though sweeter and lighter this time.

After only a few seconds, she pulled back again and even slid off his lap to cuddle to his side instead. Hiccup missed her warmth right away but knew better than to protest. This was not the time for intimate closeness but it would come, soon.

“So, what about that shooter of yours?” Her voice was light, but a little strained. As if she was forcing herself to sound untroubled.

Hiccup grimaced. He didn't want her to pretend for his sake. He pulled her a little closer and brushed his lips against her forehead. "We don't have to talk about this," he mumbled against her skin. "Not if it makes you uncomfortable."

Astrid hesitated, then sighed. "It's… okay. And I think I do need to hear this. I need to know that everything will work out."

Hiccup chuckled. "That limits how I can reply to your question. You realise that, right?"

She snorted, and he could practically hear how she rolled her eyes. "Well, if you tell me now that the shooter won't work then you won't participate in this Hunt anyway."

His lips twitched at her adamant tone. "The shooter is in a good state. A little dusty so I need to clean it thoroughly, and I need to replace a couple of parts. But those are all manageable details. Don't worry, it will be in perfect shape for the Hunt."

"Okay." She nodded, the movement soothing against his arm, and sighed. "Maybe I'm just overreacting after all…"

Hiccup shrugged. "I wouldn't call it overreacting. To be honest, I'm a little nervous, too. But I refuse to let that deter me. You'll see, everything will go smoothly and next week by this time, we'll laugh about all this. And then you'll have to admit that I was right."

She snorted again and shook her head. "Is this a thing of yours? Do you always have to be right?"

Hiccup flinched as her words echoed in his mind but in another voice, a little deeper but with the same playful annoyance.

“What is it?” Astrid looked at him questioningly. She'd noticed his reaction, of course, she had...

“It’s… nothing. Just… Arndis used to say that, too. Complaining about how I’m usually right.” He chuckled, even as a fresh wave of sadness tainted his mood. “Wasn’t my fault she always tried to go straight through the wall instead of taking two steps to the side and around it.”

Astrid sat up until she knelt next to him, watching him carefully. “Would you… tell me more about her? About your family? Only if you feel like it, of course,” she added quickly.”But they meant so much to you, and I… Well, I wish I’d known them.”

Smiling sadly, Hiccup nodded. He leaned back, his eyes on the ceiling as his hand searched for hers.

“Arndis was… a little pigheaded,” he began, chuckling. Absentmindedly, he weaved his fingers through Astrid’s, her touch so soothing and comforting. “She wasn’t unreasonable, just… She had her own mind and wouldn’t let others tell her what to do. Or what she couldn’t do. I told you that women in the Tribes have more freedom than they have here. But Arndis still was the daughter of the High Chief and Grand Duke and was expected to enter a political marriage one day, possibly outside of the Tribes. Our parents tried to teach her certain manners so she wouldn’t be completely lost… but she barely listened. She refused to even learn how to ride on a side-saddle, for example, easily kept up with father’s guards when they got drunk in the Great Hall, and was far better at wielding a sword than her knitting needles. In fact, she was better at wielding a sword than most of Father’s soldiers, I included.”

He chuckled at the memory and marvelled at how easy it was to think about her now, with barely any pain.

"Sounds like my kind of person," Astrid replied, watching him with a smile.

Hiccup nodded. "Yeah, I think you two would have gotten along very well," he said wistfully. "You're a lot like her, in many ways. She never had the patience to master an art like archery, though that’s for the better, I think. She was very competitive – not unlike you, if I think back to our occasional horse races.” In general, those were happy memories but he flinched nonetheless, hadn’t meant to remind her of Markor again. But Astrid didn’t seem to mind.

“Mmh. I wish I'd known her. I met a lot of other highborn daughters over the years, but they were all so boring.” She chuckled, then grew quiet again. “And your brother? Teitr? How was he like?”

Hiccup swallowed, and his hand in Astrid’s twitched. “Teitr… he-he was…” He trailed off with a helpless shrug, then tried again. “He was a surprise, in every aspect. After Arndis and me, nobody expected our parents to have more children – not even them. When my mother became pregnant again and gave birth to another healthy boy, it was like a miracle. And that’s how he got treated, too; he got spoiled rotten by everyone.”

“And by you, too?”

Hiccup’s lips twitched into an involuntary smile at her guess. “Most of all by me. You should have seen him… He was so sweet. Brave and curious and always so full of energy, so eager to explore the world.”

Next to him, Astrid sat up, and only when her fingers brushed over his cheek did he notice the lonely tear there. “You loved him a lot, didn’t you?”

Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Hiccup nodded. “It was more than just that, though, he added, a little hesitantly. ”There were many quarrels among the Tribes over the last few years and Father was always busy mediating between the arguing parties. So I often took care of him when Mother had other duties to fulfil – Arndis rarely had the patience for that and I always felt responsible for him – until I kind of… became something of a replacement dad for him?”

Biting his lip, Hiccup dropped his gaze. It brought fresh pain to think of Teitr like this. He’d certainly looked up to Hiccup – and he hadn’t been able to save him.

“Sometimes, he even called me Dad, when he was just learning how to speak and didn’t know the difference mostly, but also a few times when he was older, too, distracted by whatever he wanted to show me.”

He’d never told anyone about this, hadn’t even acknowledged it to himself, but it had happened. Yes, Teitr had been more than just a little brother to him, in a way. Telling Astrid about him, the woman he wanted to start a family with someday, felt both incredibly awkward and absolutely right.

He wasn't sure how he'd expected her to react, but a part of him wasn’t even surprised at how she took it. She wasn’t angry, wasn’t jealous, wasn't rejecting the bond he'd shared with his baby brother as ridiculous. Instead, she offered comfort for his loss, kissing him with the salty taste of sadness on her lips before she straightened to hug him close to her chest. And he could feel it, the sorrow and understanding thrumming through their bond. It showed him again that she was worth it all.

He held her close, his arms wrapped around her waist, and listened to her steadily beating heart until the turmoil in his own chest had settled again. It took a long while, with her all but wrapped around him for comfort, her hands soothingly running through his hair. She seemed to sense when he’d calmed down – or maybe he’d made some noise or movement, Hiccup wasn’t sure – and pulled back to look at him again.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how that must have been for you. I mean… I lost my baby brother, too. But even though I mourn him that obviously wasn’t the same. I never got the chance to know him. So…” She paused, biting her lip. She averted her eyes and looked a little embarrassed, a slight blush on her cheeks. “I don’t know, I don’t want to come across as presumptuous. But I was thinking… Maybe, if that’s okay with you, then we could name our son Teitr. As a memento?”

Hiccup was momentarily stunned. All too well, he remembered the vision they’d shared, remembered the little boy Astrid had held in her arms there. But now, his mind made up details he wasn’t sure had truly been there before; an open but cheeky smile and a pair of green eyes brimming with life and curiosity.

He had to swallow against the lump in his throat but at the same time, he felt warmth spreading from his chest and through his entire body, not erasing the sorrow and pain but making it easier to bear.

“I… Yes, I think I’d like that,” he mumbled with something of a smile creeping onto his face.

When her eyes met his again, there was a deep understanding in them, a reassuring warmth, and just so much love. It made something melt inside him, and with a sigh, a tension he hadn’t known he’d held left his body. He leaned his forehead against Astrid’s, drawing upon her strength. If that was still possible, he loved her even more now.

“Thank you.”

These two words were too weak to express what he felt, but he hoped that she could feel it, his love and gratitude.

Astrid just hummed in response, tilted her head to kiss him lightly, and then leaned against his chest again.

They stayed silent for a long while after that and just basked in each other’s closeness. Hiccup kept caressing her back and shoulders until her breathing became calm and even, her warm weight against his chest telling him that she was falling asleep. Gently, he guided her to lie down, undressed toward a comfortable state, and slipped beneath the sheets next to her. Astrid only woke up for long enough to cuddle into his arms before her consciousness slipped away again.

Hiccup stayed awake for a little while longer, though. He wasn’t tired, despite the long day, and instead was content with watching her in her sleep. There was something of a tentative smile playing around her lips, but some of the tension from before was still there, her worries and fears creeping back into her now unguarded mind.

With a sigh, he leaned down to brush a butterfly kiss to her brow, then whispered, “Don’t worry, Milady. I’ll do better this time. This time, I won’t fail. I will kill a dragon! I’ll do whatever it takes, for our future. For you. I promise– no, I vow to you. This time, I won't mess it up!"

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