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sainadazai · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5

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A/n Hey I drew a lil doodoo drawing of y/ns suit

So yeah, this was a quick one when I was bored. Maybe Ill do more art for this book and better art later. I also apologize for the body type being on the side of thin- curvy.

I simply drew the common body shape for MHA's animated style, and then made the thighs a lil thicker because I felt like a garter deserves some nice thighs . If its not your body type, or it offends you, I apologize, and I can take it off this story if it bothers anyone.

Anyway..

On the way out of school that day, you could faintly hear the quarrel of two boys from your class, the ones whose fight earlier scared Ojiro. They seemed to have so much in common, and yet it pitted against them. They needed a wake up call, but it wasn't yours to give. The yelling was hard to just walk by, but you did your best to tune it out, you'd ease dropped enough earlier when you watched them put their hearts into their battle on the screen.

Still, your mind was preoccupied, so you walked past them easily, not even sparing a glance. Eyes stuck to the ground in concentration. Just trying to follow the little scrapes and grooves in the sidewalk you stood on.

Todoroki said thank you, after you apologized. As if he'd never heard it before, that's what his voice sounded like. Like no one ever noticed that fear he had in those heterochromatic eyes. Whatever happened to him, stuck with him. Bothered him, even. You could just tell.

Why hadn't you said something more? Or maybe all you said was all he neede-

"Oof!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you," He did see you, he saw you from meters away, looking at the ground. Perfect time for him to execute his plan.

You looked up from your spot on the ground, having fallen over. There stood Shoto Todoroki, in all his deadpan glory, looking down at you. He wasn't offering a hand so you did your best to stand on your own while keeping your underwear hidden. The boy didn't seem like the type who would look, but you never know.

"Ah, don't worry, um, its my fault anyways." You had been waiting for the chance to talk to him, but now he stood in front of you, there was nothing you felt comfortable saying. Earlier in class you totally embarrassed yourself in front of him, and then scared him. In a mean way too, in a trauma way.

"I don't really see how it's your fault."

So he did want to talk to you? He could have simply left after the brief apologies, but he stayed, protesting your claim. That and the privacy, made it much easier to respond to the boy.

"Well, I was staring at the ground, so not really the best way to walk through a place where anyone else could be." You kept your gaze at his shoes, to prevent from overthinking and getting flustered. This was supposed to be the beginning of a great friendship.

"Hm, you always look at the ground?" He pondered seriously, as you used his voice to block out the sounds of yelling a couple hundred meters away.

What was he implying with that question? Did he mean it as an insult, or was he just curious? He always seemed so sincere with his words, blunt but soft. It was strange to you, but it felt trustworthy.

"What do you mean?"

"You always seem to be looking at the ground, like in the quirk assessment test, and when you were beating me earlier. Why do you do that, L/n?" Todoroki took a step forward, standing one meter away from you.

"I guess to distract myself?" You were guessing out loud, but again something about it felt okay. Like you could say whatever you wanted and he would still just be there, curious eyes staring down at you.

"What are you distracting yourself fr-"

"You were super cool in the training earlier!" You almost yelled at him, not feeling like describing the eyes that felt so prying on you every time you spoke. Similarly not wishing to relive all the years where talking got you beat up in alleys on your walk home, and black eyes began to mark your face more commonly than not. It's not like that would be important to him, at least your wounds healed.

He had that trauma, whatever it was, constantly screaming at him in the mirrors or reflections of himself. A scar that widens his stoic eyes at the mere presence of heat, something that must hurt him very badly. Your childhood bullies are nothing to him, so it's best to talk about anything else.

"Oh, um thank you, L/n, but you were the one who won after all. I won't let you best me again, you know."

"Oh, I um, I'm not sure that win was fair.." You rubbed the back of your neck, hiding your embarrassment for your actions earlier. It didn't seem to cross your mind that what you did was actually what you were supposed to do. All you could think of was the look in his eyes that you put there, and you didnt ever wanna see it again.

Todoroki could sense that feeling of guilt in you, he'd felt it plenty of times before. Alone in his room when he dreams of his mothers face, sitting at his desk at school, thinking of all of the times he lost control of his quirk as a kid, in training. He learned to see it in others, you felt like it was an unfair win because you had scared him. That was your job, though, wasn't it? Why were you so upset at your success? He didn't understand.

"Did you break a rule, or something?"

"No.."

"Then how could you have cheated?"

"I just.. Look whatever happened to you eye-" you stopped as you noticed him stiffen. It wouldn't be nice to make him relive his trauma either, so what were you meant to say?

"I just shouldn't have used heat, I could tell that was a burn scar and it was a cruel thing to do." you looked down at the ground feeling like the shittiest hero in the world.

"You were playing the villain, though, weren't you?" He spoke again, seeming to have regained his stoic presence and stone face.

"I guess I was, but I'm here to become a hero. A hero wouldn't do something like that."

"Maybe they would." He started talking with certainty that disobeyed his use of the word 'maybe'.

"Huh?"

"Not all heroes are what you think they are, L/n." He looked you dead in the eyes, the intensity of his aura growing and it almost felt like you were supposed to cower in fear. Still, you held your ground, despite now being only inches away from him.

"Sounds like you speak from experience," You tilted your head becoming more outwardly spoken and allowing your thoughts to exit your mouth.

"That's a topic for another day, goodnight, L/n." With that, he turned away and walked stiffly out of U.A.'s gates. Leaving a million questions to run through your mind.

Did this make you friends now? When would that other day come? Had you just eternally ruined your chances at being a hero? Was he right? Were some heroes bad, like you? Were you bad? There were too many questions for you to answer yourself. So you settled from going home and making some dinner with your parents, you missed them, after having to be friends with other kids all day. They would be your comforting escape from highschool, or well, two days worth of highschool.

When you arrived at the barrier-like gates of your school the next morning, you were rushed with reporters. They were men and women, tall and short, circling around you all at once. You could hear the sweet and kind voice of Uraraka from afar, but you couldn't see her over the swarm of reporters. It was terrifying.

"What's it like having all might as your teacher?"

"Is the hero course majorly improved by the symbol of peace's presence?"

"Why did All Might become a teacher?"

"Have you done any training with the number one pro?"

Being here almost felt like being in your own mind. Swarmed with questions you don't have the answers too, or the confidence to answer them if you do. It was overwhelming, the world began to spin around you and your palms grew sweaty. E/c eyes shot in every direction to find an escape but they couldn't, you were trapped. Then, little black dots started to crowd up your vision like ants in your eyes and you fell unconscious.

The brown haired girl who had been happily indulging reporters noticed your fall and ran to you, grabbing hold of your arm. She wasn't really sure what had happened, but she decided to just take you into class with her. The reporters busying themselves with other arriving students.

Ochako took it upon herself to take hold of your backpack and drag your limp body by it, all the way up the hill and into the buildings of U.A. She wouldn't admit it, due to being a bit shy, but you caught her eye on the first day of school, and she'd been meaning to befriend you. Unlike the group of girls who she noticed had adopted you, Ochako spent her first few days with Deku and Iida. Securing herself in a nice little group with them.

However, you were very pretty, and adorably shy, and she really wanted to be your friend. Then after your awesome performance in yesterday's training, she was set on it. This was a great opportunity for her to help someone out, and make a new friend!

Strange looks came from every direction as the short, pink-cheeked girl dragged your seemingly lifeless form through the halls. They were both concerned for you, and confused at her calmness in the situation. However, no one spoke on it, fearing a hero class student might have some weird reason to do a strange thing like this.

Well, no one until Deku. He had been excited to greet his friend until he noticed her unusual baggage.

"Hi Urarak-Is that L/n?!" His eyes shot wide and he almost jumped back.

She looked down to you, and then back up at the freckled boy, "Oh, yeah" rubbing her neck she added, "She sorta passed out by the reporters and I couldn't just leave her there!"

"Oh my god! Is she okay? Should we take her to recovery girl? What if she has iron deficiency? Did the reporters zap her with some sort of quirk?"

"Deku...Deku...DEKU!"

"Wahh!?Yes?"

"She is fine, I think she just got overwhelmed." Uraraka tried to calm him. She wasn't all that sure about your condition herself, but it didn't seem crazy like Midoriya was implying. You just looked panicked. Her head turned as soon, Todoroki walked up to 1.A. 's door.

"Oh, hello L/n.." he looked down at you, kicked your side a bit to check if you were dead or not. Honestly, he wasn't very surprised to see you passed out in the halls, having assumed you were met with the reporters as well. Todoroki couldn't blame you for falling unconscious, he wished he could have, too.

At his nudge, you stirred awake, and then all at once, shot up to your feet defensively. "A-All Mights cool, okay! He's fine, he's just fine. Please I-" Then your eyes cleared and you were no longer in front of the school. The people surrounding you were no longer reporters, but your classmates.

"Oh, um, hi..guys?"

"I already said hello to you, L/n."

"While I was unconscious?"

"Yes."

"How does tha-"

"Get outta my way you losers!" The puff of blonde hair and rabies stormed through the halls. Back slumped like an angry old man, scowl resting on his face. He was not excited for school after yesterday, and those damn reporters made it worse, bringing up the sludge monster incident. So imagine the rage when the annoying girl who placed just behind him on almost everything was at the door, looking stupid, and nervous, and in his way.

"L/n! You better get out of that doorway!"

You squeaked, not because bakugou's empty threats scared you, but because if you defied him, that meant speaking words. He seemed pretty good at words, so you didn't want to test it. His voice was also way too loud for someone who had just woken up from what you thought was a near death experience.

People were scary.

Soon enough, however, everyone was settled in class. You, in your seat next to Todoroki, who didn't seem quite as cold as the day prior. Not to say his face was any less stone-like or his voice was any less monotone, but the aura around him wasn't as intense. That comforted you as Aizawa began the days homeroom period.

"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results. Bakugou, you're talented, so don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?"

Said boy huffed a breath "Yeah, whatever."

"And midoriya.."

He continued talking about how Midoriya has to break himself to use his quirk, but you tuned it out because the memory of seeing it was pretty gross.

"L/n, your battle with Todoroki was risky, he was less than a foot away from a victory by the time you took action, additionally, you're going to have to get those nerves under control. We can't have you apologizing every time you use your quirk. It's a waste of air."

His call out of your name was enough to shock your eyes open, but him criticizing your work in front of others? That was terrifying. You knew he was right, about everything, it was his job to be, after all. Still, it hurt to hear, considering it wasn't like you intended on being shy. Your body just clamped up and started to sweat when other people came around. It got super hot and loud and scary until you muttered an apology, nothing about it was voluntary. If anything, you really wanted to be extroverted and say what's on your mind and be bold. The world just seemed to have different plans, you supposed.

"Sor- I mean, uh, yes sir!"

Todoroki shot you a side glance , internally a bit proud at your ability to stop the apology that rested on your tongue. He was having an internal battle with himself about why he wanted it and why he didn't. The argument points being; it's adorable when you're shy, it's kind to apologize - versus - you being confident yesterday was arousing, and making quick progress is a sign of intelligence. A tough battle for the young boy's mind.

"Today we'll be choosing a class representative. Hurry up and choose before class ends." Aizawa zipped himself away in his sleeping bag and the class was left confused. Until you suppose everybody wanted to be class rep. Then there was an abundance of screaming and begging. From the red haired boy, the pink skinned girl, the kind girl from lunch. The whole class thought they would be worthy leaders. You heavily disagreed.

From your experience in previous schooling, class representatives were meant to be somebody smart, strong minded, compassionate, a good leader. These were just a ton of kids begging for attention, really, you aspired to be just like them.

Aizawa was right, though, you needed to get the whole shy thing under control, and fast if you wanted people here to view you as a threat. So you decided you probably wanted momo as class rep and slumped in your seat to strategize ways to be more bold.

While you were zoning off in your seat, Iida took charge of the situation, you guessed it was always going to come down to a vote, but good on him for 'coming up with it.'

"Hey, L/n."

"Wha?! Oh todoroki, um, yes?"

"Who are you choosing?"

"Um, Yaoyorozu.."

"Why?"

"Well, she is smart, and kind, and probably a good leader, so"

"Okay. Me too then."

His words didn't make sense to you. Was he agreeing with you just because of something you said?vIt couldn't be. Maybe he was insisting that he, too, was a good leader. That would make more sense than agreeing with you.

"You're a good leader too?"

"No. I will also vote for yaoyorozu."

"B-b-but...WHY!?!" your eyes widened in shock as you whisper-yelled at him.

"You don't want me to?" he asked, still in deadpan.

"I-well I do, B-but um, nevermind." It was better to return your gaze to yo[ur desk. He would think you are weird if you said something about it being because of you. He probably just also saw those traits in momo, it had nothing to do with you.

There were almost tears in your eyes. It felt as if the whole world was rooting against you, cheering for your failure. Eyes were watching and glaring, it felt like it'd be better to just curl up into a ball on the floor. Be so small they cant see you anymore, then maybe the universe would stop hating you so much.

They were out of soba for lunch. You would rather starve.

Next to you, on the way to some random table, momo was complaining about how Midoriya was president. She didn't understand what he really could do, being that he was so shy to attention. He reminded her of you, but she would never say that. It would make you nervous, like you and he were competitors, and he is so much nicer than you.

"Hey! Over here!" Ashido called to the two of you, waving her hand frantically.

"As I was saying, he does show some signs of good leadership, but im worried he is too nervous right now."

"Mm, yeah.." Your hand came up to wave at said boy, who had been making an uncomfortable eye-contact with you for quite some time.

Over at Midoriya's table, the conversation about pros had shifted to you. As Iida was explaining his family business, or hero-business, it led him to the memory of having been told a story about you. About your dad, to be precise.

"Yes. And I dont think I'm the only descendant of a pro in our class."

"What?!' Ochako screamed, eyes wide and shaking in excitement.

His gaze flickered to where you walked slowly next to a rambling black haired girl. No lunch in hand and mind seemingly elsewhere.

"Yes. I recall the story of one rising pro from years ago, under the name of Magneto. He was almost in the top ten ranks after less than a year of hero work, and climbed quickly. His private life was kept under wraps but his last name was L/n. That, and the metal quirk lead me to believe that the L/n of our class is his relative in some way." Iida presented the information with less gestures than he used for his own family, but more like he was solving a mystery, one he seemed quite proud to have deciphered.

"Oh I know Magneto, he retired around the same time All Might got famous." Uraraka added.

They were both quite indifferent at this information, but Midoriya was thinking a million miles a second. He knew exactly why your relative retired. In the battle where All Might saved over a hundred people, and became famous, the battle he'd watched a thousand times as a kid, Magneto was injured, along with his pregnant wife. It caught the news a couple days later and he had written down everything.

So was this hero your father? Uncle? Cousin? Is this how you got to be so strong? He was so busy feeling in awe of you he began to stare. Lost in the gate of your stride, and the stillness of your lips, how they were pursed in a straight line as if you disagreed with something. Those e/c eyes were however lost in thought. Until you spoke something quietly and looked up at him, holding eye contact.

He blushed slightly at being caught and decided he should just wave, and you waved back.

From the other side of the table, Todoroki could hear everything. He could acknowledge that you were strong, with or without a famous dad, but he wondered if the pro-hero dad thing was the same for you as it was for him, He'd hope not, he assumed not, too. Even if your life wasn't what he had thought it was, you always smiled so brightly. When you thought no o[ne was looking, you'd smile at Midoriya's success, and the fighting of the kids in front of you. Sometimes he even caught you smiling to yourself in class, as you just wrote down some English questions.

That smile didn't feel like it came from struggle, or masking pain, it felt genuine. He found that he really liked that.

"Warning Level 3 Security Breach!"

#todoroki fluff #shoto torodoki #todoroki shoto x reader #mha todoroki #todoroki x reader #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #momo yaoyozoru #yaomomo #momo x reader

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pettrichore · 5 years ago

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dunno if i’ll be able to finish this. but so like dabihawks au where like. dabi does his research aka when he was touya he was with his dad once during the whole takami thief thing and met keigo. flash forward he doesnt believe a thing about this hero hawks. sees him for the fabricated person he has become. and eventually hawks sees dabi for who he really is and was and like vigilante-ish dabihawks. bits about the au and the snippet i wrote under the cut.

cause this shit gets LONG af

hawks feels fake. doesnt rlly know who he has even become

the commission kinda forced a lotta habits out of him and completely molded him into who they want him to be

he barely even finds his name to be anything more than a stranger’s name at this point.

anyway so dabi p much knows who he is. does his own digging. and kinda puts some pieces together and sees how fake hawks is

hawks barely even knows if he shows any genuine emotions at this point. he’s kinda at a breaking point where he cant recognize himself and separate keigo from hawks. feeling like hawks has just swallowed him whole

he does show genuine things though. sometimes says or does shit out of line but he tends to have obedience beat into him even if he sometimes has a bit of a mouth on him. it’s mild tho

at the start of dabi working w hawks, hawks was very careful

it kinda progressed into keigo coming out more around dabi even though it was in bits and pieces

anyway dabi puts two and two together and realizes him and hawks are pretty similar and instead of seeing him as a traitor (though he’s sure that he’s not 100% on their side) he sees him as someone who can fit in with the misfits and he can p much fully convince hawks to ditch the bs

so the confrontation happens (see ending snippet) and hawks is like wtf just happened

and p much eventually there’s some tender moments between dabi and hawks and hawks ends up explaining how used he’s felt

he has been molded into the perfect obedient soldier; maybe sorta kinda explains that the commission is having him do double agent duties and instead of reacting badly dabi is p receptive and doesnt just try to kill him. instead he can see how badly hawks wants to break out of his cage and fly free and he deeply feels for that and knows how that can feel and is like aight well fuck them

so hawks kinda double agents on the commission??

and he does end up meeting the LoV and like sees how human they are

but also he’s like damn son but okay i dont agree w everything

and dabi is like yeahhh same ??? idk they are a means to an ends for me but also not lmao

and then there’s some dabi spilling his guts as they get closer and get more intimate and very much boyfriends

and hawks is so livid and he cant help but fuck around with endeavor the next time he sees him. and like he’s just so much more distant to him. he can’t begin to wrap his head around it. and he’s so broken that like.. the one person that he saw as his true hero. that “saved him” is a horrible person behind closed doors

the one person who he was inspired by and agreed to join the commission’s forces for is just horrible

there’s just a lotta solidarity between hawks and dabi and a lotta shared anger and hurt

and they’re boyfriends and it’s great but also like hawks isn’t a horrible person

neither is dabi ??? i mean listen they’ve both killed ppl. they probs will continue to kinda do it. but it’s always just horrible ppl

like listen killing ?? not great folks??? but also like idk man..

they also def leave kids outta this 10000%

anyway p much they end up ditching the LoV too. try to get some of them outta that shit. like toga who has become like a sorta lil sister for dabi in a way

they both just feel so horrible and gross seeing kids get into that shit

also like the girl needs some HELP. some therapy and rehabilitation idk

idk i love the morality shit with the LoV but might not play with it too much here

anyway they end up doing their own thing and the commission is quick to denounce him and just ruin his image

and try to kill him lmao they made him a perfect hero which could be a perfect villain and if he isn’t working for them he’s working against them (i mean he is) and needs to be Stopped Permanently

anyway here’s the snippet. my single brain cell that helped write this has left my body:

At this point, Hawks wasn’t so sure he was even real. His existence felt fabricated. Each smile or joke carefully placed. Each movement was calculated. He didn’t act out of line. His interviews were carefully thought out months in advance if not lies that he himself began to believe after years of telling them. His penthouse had just enough “personal” touches that when he had a spare moment to invite someone over it actually seemed like it could be a home. Hawks’ original motivations were squashed and were pushed aside unless they created an interesting story. His natural mannerisms that came with his mutation quirk were learned to be suppressed. Hell his own name sounded like a stranger’s to his ears. That is if anyone even knew it.

“Is there anything real about you, hero,” Dabi spoke. His back wasn’t fully to Hawks, left side presented to him as he set a framed graduation photo down and fully faced the winged hero. Dabi stuffed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to the side some, waiting for an answer. Hawks snorted and gave him an unamused look.

“I’m as real as they get, hot stuff.” He kept a casual air about his words, hands spreading out in surrender. “Not sure what else you expect.”

Hawks was on edge, but he wouldn’t let the villain know it. They were supposed to be meeting soon, but once again the villain pulled something unexpected and had been waiting for Hawks in his own apartment. Hawks’ feathers twitched slightly, sharpened edges ready for the command if it came. Dabi leveled him with an unimpressed stare. There was a moment where their gazes met in an intense battle, though Dabi’s look softened as he broke out in a lazy grin.

“Y’know... You might be just as much of a mystery as I am, Pretty Bird.”

“I think I’m a pretty open book myself.”

“I think you like to let people think that.”

“And I think you’re just trying to fuck with me. Can we just get to what you came here for? I had a looong day and kinda wanna get some food and some sleep.” Hawks punctuated his words by stretching his arms up high before shedding off his coat, goggles, and headphones. He tossed the coat over the back of his couch and dropped the gear onto the end table. He hoped Dabi would just drop this whole line of thought, take this as some sort of submission, and be satisfied enough to leave.

Wrong.

“Oh, we can get to that later… You, on the other hand, are much more interesting.” He moved closer, hands coming out of his pockets as he crossed the room to stand a few feet from Hawks.

“I’d love to be a great host and entertain you, but unfortunately I wasn’t expecting any guests today.” Hawks crossed his arms and watched Dabi carefully, eyes narrowing some in challenge.

“That’s too bad. You know, I’ve been doing some research on you. I don’t quite think you are who you say you are, Hawks.” The winged-hero tensed just ever so slightly before forcing his muscles to relax some. He didn’t like the way things were going. While Dabi’s fire was his ultimate weakness, he’s sure that he’s fast enough to put a sharpened feather to his throat and end this all here and now than Dabi would be if he wanted to put the spy to an end.

“And who do you think I am then, Dabi?” He raised an unruly eyebrow. His primaries ached to shoot out and end this, poised at the ready.

Dabi blinked slowly, bright turquoise eyes disappearing for a moment before shining under heavily lidded eyes. His grin stretched a bit wider, tugging on where healthy skin met the grafts.

“I think you aren’t the hero you put out there… Or the person you say you are. You like to say a lotta nothin’ don’t you?” Dabi stepped closer and Hawks’ fingers twitched but his arms remained crossed.

“I think you like to pretend to be this airhead bird. Like to use that name. Like to look like you’re the perfect little hero... You’re good at it, too. You aren’t though, are you… Takami Keigo.”

Hawks had a primary feather in each hand, on pressed to Dabi’s throat. It pressed in just enough to draw some blood from the marred skin grafts. He could feel the heat radiating from Dabi’s skin and particularly from the small flames in each of his palms, but the villain made no move to use it against him. He just continued to grin.

“What’s the look of surprise there, Birdie?” Dabi purred.

“How do you know that name?” He demanded, crowding further into Dabi’s space.

“Like I said, I did my research. Now unless you want to end up on the crispy side of cooked, I’d ease the fuck up,” Dabi’s voice took on a slight bite towards the end and his grin lessened. “And here I was going to tell you that you can meet the boss finally. Thought you might be real League material.”

Hawks instincts and mind screamed to press the sharp feather further or at least hold his position, demand answers. His judgment told him to ease off and soften the feathers once more. Hawks didn’t move too far from Dabi, though the primary feathers in his hands softened and returned to his wings. The heat radiating off Dabi died down along with the flames in his hands. Steam left his skin as he killed the flames.

“Much better… We don’t want any incidents like that when you get to meet the boss, right? You’re lucky I’m a lot more patient.” Hawks wasn’t sure what this was all about but didn’t argue with him on that point.

“Glad to see your fake little hero persona is starting to crack.”

#long post #dabihawks #dabi #hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #dabi is a todoroki #dabi is touya #my writing #speaks #bnha au #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

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camimcndcs · 4 years ago

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having your baby

TAGGING: KJ @itskjapa, Cami.

LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA.

TIMEFRAME: July 14th, 2020.

NOTES: After a welcome home greeting, Camila shares the news with KJ.

KJ: The past few days had been entertaining and invigorating; as always whenever KJ immersed himself in what the people in his life called the ‘Kiwi mode’. Being able to enjoy nature and get away from everything for a little bit was a necessity. The only downside, whenever he got to partake in such moments, was leaving his fiancée behind. He had missed Camila as soon as he had closed the door behind his form on Thursday — feeling rather guilty deep down when she felt so sick in the first place. There was no arguing with someone as determined as her at the end of the day though. He had learned his lesson years ago, even if it never prevented him from trying nonetheless. Humming along to the song that was currently playing as he drove in the direction of their house, the brunette was eager to be reunited with his other half. Now that they were certain a stomach bug was the cause of her sickness, he felt infinitely better — he could only guess she was just as relieved after having to wait so long in order to have the results of her blood test. They could focus on more positive matters, like making up for the time they had spent being apart. Something they never failed to enjoy to the fullest. As he finally reached Nichols Canyon, he slowed down the car and parked in front of their home; grabbing the bag that had been placed on the passenger seat along with the flowers he had bought on his way. A cheerful whistled sound flew past his lips while he moved up the stairs leading to the front door — somehow quite sure Camila was already aware of his presence and would most certainly greet him before he could even touch the doorknob.

Cami: The days without KJ at home had felt long, yet short at the same time. While it felt like she hadn't seen him in forever, it also felt like he had only just left a few days before. She'd been happy to let him go enjoy some time with their friends, but now knowing what she knew, Camila was eager to have him home with her. Telling him she was pregnant via text message hadn't seemed like the way to go so she'd told a little white lie to tide them both over until he got home. Camila had almost told Lili the night before but she had refrained because she didn't want anyone finding out before KJ. This afternoon Lili had helped her prepare dinner, it was just chicken with some veggies, but Camila had insisted on having a home cooked meal ready for him when he returned to her. After assisting her in the kitchen, Lili had gone home to wait for Cole. She had changed into a flowy summer dress and tied the top half of her hair back into a little bun. They hadn't seen each other since Thursday and she had big news to share, but she also just wanted to enjoy the evening with her fiancé and celebrate his new movie too. The sound of Truffle's feet running across the hardwood floors alerted Camila that her fiancé had probably just pulled into the driveway and as she looked out the window, sure enough there he was stepping out of his truck. Leaving the food in the oven to stay warm, she wiped her hands on a towel and ran to answer the door before he could even touch the doorknob, pulling it open with a smile as they came face to face. "Baby!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around him. "I missed you so much," she added, pulling back to look into his eyes, almost bursting into tears right then and there as she looked at the father of the child growing inside of her, that they had made together with so much love.

KJ: Just as he had predicted, the door was flung open and his fiancée welcomed him with open arms. In the literal sense of the expression. A joyful laugh tumbled from his mouth as their bodies collided in a needy and tight embrace -- his eyes fluttered shut while he breathed in the wonderful smell of the perfume she always used. The lack of physical contact during the last few days had been unlike any other times they had found themselves separated. KJ couldn't quite explain it, although perhaps it all came down to the fact that he knew Camila wasn't feeling well, but he had found himself compelled to leave his friends behind many times during their camping trip. Yet resisting because she never failed to remind him he needed to enjoy his trip. "God, I've missed you too." he mumbled in the crook of her neck, brushing his lips against the tender skin before meeting her gaze when she pulled away. She was looking at him as if he had hung up the moon and he knew the emotions swirling in his brown orbs were matching her own. There was nothing like coming home. Even if in that moment, he hadn't even set foot in the house they shared. Still standing on the threshold with his fiancée wrapped up around him. "I'm not going anywhere now." he told her with a slight shake of his head, intently looking into her eyes while making her walk backward so they could be away from prying eyes. His bag landed on the floor with a thud and although the brunette was two seconds away from pouncing on her, he suddenly recalled the flowers he was still holding onto. "For my beautiful fiancée. I'm so glad you're feeling better." As soon as she would take the flowers from him, there would be no telling exactly what he would do next. Especially when she was, as always, a sight for sore eyes.

Cami: The sound of his laughter filled Camila's ears which brought a huge smile to her face. She giggled as he mumbled into the crook of her neck, kissing the tender skin before looking into her eyes as she pulled away. He was mirroring the look of love that she was showing him, but she knew that as soon as she was able to tell him the exciting news they'd both be a mess of tears. As he made her walk backwards into the house, she giggled some more when his bag hit the floor with a thud. There was a slight look of lust in his eyes and Camila wondered if this night would go the way she had planned it. "You'd better not be going anywhere," she replied with a smile. "I finally get you all to myself." As he reached out his hand to present her with flowers, she took them with a gasp, overjoyed by the sweet gesture. "I'm so glad I'm feeling better too, oh, baby, I love them," she exclaimed, running to put them in water before she made her way back to him. "I made dinner, Lils helped me, it's staying warm in the oven, are you hungry?" she asked, looking at him with a sudden look of lust in her own eyes. Camila wasn't really feeling hungry since some food still made her feel queasy, but she had some soup in the fridge if the chicken and veggies didn't suit her. There was a new sense of hunger filling her up right now though as she eyed her fiancé from where they were standing in the kitchen. "I missed you so much," she whispered, reaching her hand out to caress his cheek, standing up on her tiptoes to capture his lips in her own. She hadn't kissed him since before he'd left on Thursday. It had truly been too long. As their lips touched, she couldn't help but hum in satisfaction at the feeling, her stomach was filled with butterflies and warmth as their tongues began to explore each others mouths just like they always did. They were both eager to be in each other's presence again and she had a feeling he'd be hoisting her up and taking her on the kitchen counter soon enough.

KJ: Before he could make another move, KJ was left watching her retreat further into the house in order to take care of the flowers he had gifted her. Thus ruining any plan his mind had tried to conjure up as soon as they had finally been reunited. He couldn't help but allow his intense gaze to roam over her body -- the summer dress she was wearing moving along with each motion of her curves. Enticing him to follow suit in the direction of the kitchen. Which he did without a second thought, pushing the front door close and separating the distance between; his arms instinctively sneaking around her waist and drawing her against him. "You cooked for me? I'm honored, aye." he replied with a bright smile crossing his lips, having noticed the smell despite the fact that his undivided attention had been on Camila from the very beginning. The brunette knew quite well his fiancée was no expert in the cooking department, but she had taken the time to prepare something for him nonetheless. Just for that reason alone, he wasn't going to let the food go to waste -- though, as she had mentioned, it was currently staying warm in the oven. Surely they could spare some time to greet one another properly. "I missed you too, babe. More than you can imagine." It was all the words that were needed as their lips met passionately and their tongues sought each other out. Fusing and breaking apart, only to reconnect again. A dance they both knew so well and were constantly eager to partake in. His hands hurriedly ventured under the fabric of her dress, seeking her ass and squeezing the flesh. Pulling her even closer against his hard body before swiftly hoisting her up on the counter top -- his mouth withdrawing as soon from their kiss and trailing along the side of her neck. Tracing a burning path down the column of her throat and to her cleavage. There was no need for actual food when you could feast on such a beautiful creature.

Cami: As his arm snuck around her waist, pulling her closer once she'd gotten the flowers in water, Camila couldn't help but hum in satisfaction. "I wanted to do something nice to welcome you home," she whispered. Smiling sweetly at his proclamation about missing her there was no time to relay the sentiment while their tongues were being shoved down each others throat. At the feeling of KJ's hands hurriedly venturing under the fabric of her dress to squeeze at the flesh of her ass, Camila let out a low moan. Within a few seconds he had pulled her even closer against his body and was now hoisting her up on the counter top she had cleaned before his arrival. Camila's hands roamed his backside, sneaking under the fabric of his shirt to scratch at his back. His mouth moved from her lips to the side of her neck, stretching her head to one side to give him more access to the patch of skin she couldn't help but let out another moan as he traced a burning path down the column of her throat, to her cleavage. Her breasts had been feeling a bit sore the last couple of days, another pregnancy symptom she had somehow missed when she thought she just had the flu, but she had a feeling her fiancé would take good care of them. Camila's hands that had been roaming his back muscles, moved to push down the thin straps of her summer dress, letting them fall down her arms to reveal her braless state. There had been no reason for her to wear a bra when she knew that they didn't plan to leave the house and at some point they would find themselves in this position. Leaning back on the counter to extend her body and give him room to explore what he had been missing since Thursday, Camila propped herself up on her hands and closed her eyes. Rolling her head back as her fiancé continued to explore her skin, eager to have him in control as they reunited with each other in their favorite way. "Have your way with me," she whispered in a low voice, puffing her chest out to give him access.

KJ: The feeling of her hands exploring his body was spurring him on. Shivers ran down his spine as her nails raked along his flesh — increasing the arousing state that he was currently submerged with. The time they had spent apart obviously played an important role in the way they were behaving. Though no matter the circumstances, they both never needed much of an excuse to maul one another. Her simple presence was exciting all on its own. KJ pulled back long enough to allow her to push down the straps of her dress, revealing her perfect round breasts and the already taut nipples that had reacted to his ministrations. “So fucking beautiful and all mine.” he mumbled, taking in the sight when Camila leaned back on the furniture before reattaching his mouth to her warm skin. Only to resume his previous motions, lips and tongue hotly trailing toward her chest. She was an addiction that he didn’t want to part from. Something he needed more than the cigarettes he was smoking on the daily. Being with his fiancée was an experience that was unlike any other and he couldn’t see a future in which his entire being wouldn’t feel exhilarated at the thought of it. A mischievous smirk settled on his features at the words she uttered and flickering his gaze upward to meet her own, the brunette caught a nipple in his mouth — sucking harshly on the nub and playfully biting as his tongue swirled around the flesh. His eyes didn’t falter as he repeated the movements, increasing the pressure with each swipe of the muscle. While one hand gripped her thigh, the other reached out for the unattended breast; kneading the mound with unrelenting touches. Ready to please her in a way she was always so fond of. The sounds elicited sending jolts straight to his groin. “Gonna make you cum so hard.” he smugly told her in between motions, bucking his hips forward in order to find some relief.

Cami: When her breasts sprang free from the confinement of the dress, she kept a close eye on KJ's face to see his reaction to her already taut nipples that had hardened as his lips had roamed her chest. "All yours," she whispered from her leaned back position, moaning as his lips and tongue trailed hotly along her chest, spurring her on even more. Camila had surely missed being like this with him. Sure they'd had their fun one night while he was deep in the woods, but nothing ever compared to his touch and his mouth. She peeked up to witness the smirk on his face at the next words she uttered, biting her lip and closing her eyes again as he caught a nipple in his mouth. It hurt for just a second, but then it felt too good to say anything and suddenly she was moaning uncontrollably at the feeling. Any pain she had felt was washed away as his motions began to spur her on even more. "Fuck, babe, you’re so good with your mouth..." she whispered hotly, arching her back as he repeated the movements with his tongue and teeth on the nub. One of his hands gripped at her thigh while the other reached for the unattended breast, his name tumbled from her lips a few times as she reacted to his touch. His unrelenting kneading of the mound relaxed her and actually help ease the feeling of soreness in her breasts. "That feels so good, babe. God, I've missed you," she cried out, bucking her hips in response to his own hips bucking. "Can't wait for you to make me cum so hard, wanna feel you inside me," she whispered, spreading her legs a bit as he continued to tend to her breasts. Camila leaned forward for just a second to whisper hotly into his ear, "I'm not wearing any underwear." She had come fully prepared for this rendezvous in their kitchen after she had made the request the previous night.

KJ: A groan rumbled from his chest as Camila leaned forward and whispered in his ear, his awakening member twitching against the confinement of his pants at the visual that he was left with. This woman knew perfectly well how to get him going like no one had ever been able to before. With her by his side, KJ had found a whole new world with so much excitement and adventure -- despite their differences personality wise, they had never failed to meet halfway. And no matter how many times they lost themselves in each other, being together was as thrilling as that first kiss on his couch back in Vancouver. She had ignited a fire within his being that had burned from the moment they had met four years ago. Quiet and timid, only to turn into a volcano that would never go dormant. Abruptly pulling away from her chest, he made quick work of his belt with one hand while the other urged her to bunch up the dress around her waist; brown eyes intently fixed on the apex of her thighs in order to witness for himself the little secret she had revealed mere moments ago. "Fuck, babe. You're gonna get it so good." he moaned, popping the button of his denim shorts open and pulling the zipper down. A soft exhale flowing past his lips as his erection found itself released from the tightness of the fabric. His boxers being the only article of clothing that was still preventing it from fully springing free. Dragging his fiancée to the edge of the counter, the brunette didn't waste any time driving two of his fingers past her neither lips -- a wide grin painted on his face as he was met with the dampness that had been pooling. Making sure she was fully ready for him with sharp motions. No matter how rough they could be with each other, the goal was always the same; submerging her with pleasure.

Cami: As he abruptly pulled away from her chest, she let out a soft whimper, pouting slightly at the loss of contact but grinning soon after as she watched him make quick work of his belt with one hand. His other hand got to work urging her to bunch up her dress around her waist which she took to doing promptly. KJ's brown eyes were intently seeking out the little secret she had revealed to him in that sweet spot between her thighs that he liked so much. Once her dress was bunched up at her waist, she let her legs spread just a little more, letting out a moan as he told her she was going to get it so good. When he popped the button on his denim shorts open, pulling the zipper down, Camila used her hands to push the article of clothing past his ass so they fell to the floor. Strong hands and a stronger grip pulled her to the edge of the counter where her legs were spread for him as he wasted no time driving two of his fingers past her neither lips into her dampness. Camila threw her head back, crying out at the feeling of him touching her yet again. "Fuck, yes, babe, keep going," she called out, moaning as his fingers plunged in and out in quick, sharp motions. Camila was more than ready for what he had planned for them. She was incredibly eager for him to fully submerge her with pleasure as he always did. Pushing herself up to an almost seated position, Camila gripped the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, eager to see just how he had been affected by the noises she was making. When his erection sprang free, she reached her hand down to grab it, "I want you inside of me," she whispered, burying her face into his shoulder as she peppered it with kisses. His fingers were still inside of her, but she was ready for more, eager for more. "I need it, babe. Need to feel you inside of me," she whimpered, gripping his member a little tighter as she bucked her hips against him.

KJ: KJ had barely been able to register the fact that the denim shorts had been disregarded, his attention solely focused on the movements of his fingers — vigorously prepping her core for his hard member. Though he was soon aware of the actual lack of clothing when Camila pushed the last remaining article down in order to access the part of his body that was yearning for more. Here he was, as usual, in the palm of her hand. In the literal sense in this case. He could only be thankful as she simply tightened her grip instead of stroking him — knowing too much stimulation before their quickie would end their time together even faster. “Baby.” he exhaled loudly, fluttering his eyes closed as her lips moved along his shoulder; the words uttered only increasing this devouring need to be with her. She was so wet and it felt like he would painfully throb soon enough if he didn’t find comfort inside of her. Just as swiftly as he had gotten rid of his belt previously, the brunette made her loose her grip and guided his erection where his fingers were still heavily pumping in and out of her. Halting the motions just as suddenly as he had started them and replacing the digits with the tip of his length. Slowly delving past her walls before pushing himself all the way in — not giving anyone the time to adjust to the new feeling as he smashed his pelvis against her lower body. “Just like that, aye? This is what you wanted, didn’t you?” he taunted her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he kept up with his movements. The sensation their joined bodies was procuring him exactly what he had been missing. Although their coupling was harsh, the look in his eyes was still filled with all the love he held for his fiancée. The kind of feeling that was constantly swirling in his orbs no matter what.

Cami: Quickly removing her grip from his throbbing erection, KJ took the chance to guide his member into the area in which his fingers were still heavily pumping in and out of her. Camila let out a moan as he halted the motions just as quickly as he had started them and replaced his digits with the tip of his length. He moved slowly past her wells before pushing himself completely in which had her crying out in pleasure. There was no time to adjust to the new feeling as he smashed his pelvis against her lower body. "Yes, baby, yes! Fuck!" she called out in response to the questions he was taunting her with. Camila moved her hands up his arms to rest in the hair at the nape of his neck which she played with as he thrust inside of her. Every so often she would buck her hips in response to the feeling of him inside of her. He was looking at her with so much love which could've made her cry if she switched her focus from the sensation overtaking her body to remembering there was a baby growing inside of her that they had created just a few weeks ago and he still had no idea. Camila bit down on her lip as she watched him, throwing her head back and letting out a groan as warmth spread through her body bringing her closer and closer to the edge with every thrust of his pelvis. She could already feel herself preparing to completely lose herself in the actions they were partaking in. "Fuck, babe. You're so good, so so good," she praised him as her eyes rolled back into her head in a fit of pleasure. "I'm so close, baby, so fucking close," she cried out as her breathing quickened and she let out sounds in response to the ministrations he was bestowing upon her. "Baby, please, I'm gonna..." she called out. Trying to slow down her breathing so she didn't completely lose it so suddenly. Camila wanted time to enjoy being together like this before she changed their lives with her news.

KJ: Everything about their kitchen encounter was done with hurried motions destined to provide the kind of pleasure they had both been seeking. The sexting they had partaken in during the weekend had simply been a temporary fix until they could finally be together again. They had the entire day to truly enjoy one another. But right now, right here, the desire that animated his being was eager to be satisfied. And Camila was the only person who could give him the relief he was longing for. KJ wasn’t surprised in the slightest when her depths started contracting around his length — making him grunt as he continued to slam himself inside of her. Intent on building up the pleasure that was invading them both. “I know, babe. Fuck— you’re gonna make me cum too. So, so good.” Those quickies never failed to be like their names; it was so easy to get lost in the sensations they were both overcome with. To have one simple goal in mind: their mutual orgasm. This was about reconnecting with each other in the kind of physical way they both rejoiced in. Both of his hands tightened their grip on her thighs, spreading her legs even more as he pushed them back onto the surface. Allowing more room while he maneuvered his hips back and forth relentlessly. The brunette kept reminding himself that they would get the opportunity to do so much more later on that day. Anything their little perverted selves would want. Which is why he didn’t falter one bit, his thumb moving to the bundle of nerves that would push her over the edge and rubbing furiously. “Cum for me. C’mon, I wanna feel you. I’m right here.” he panted, feeling the muscles in his body tense up as the fire burning inside the pit of his stomach was becoming uncontrollable. Ready to burn him whole as soon as she would give him exactly what he was awaiting.

Cami: It had been so long since they'd been together it made sense that their first encounter when he came home would be quick. They could take their time later, but right now there was an itch they were both trying to scratch after being separated for more days than they'd ever been separated since getting together. As her walls began to contract around him she smirked at the grunting sound he made while he continued to slam himself inside of her. "Mhm, good, baby. Can't wait to feel you spilling out inside of me," she let out with a moan, enjoying the sensation of his body slamming into hers. As his hands tightened on her thighs, spreading her legs even farther apart as he pushed them back towards the surface of the kitchen counter, she let out a cry as he continued to move his hips back and forth even more relentlessly than he had in the beginning. She could feel the fire within herself ready to explode at any moment. As soon as his thumb moved to her bundle of nerves she knew that she would soon be a goner. She could feel his thumb furiously rubbing against her bundle of nerves as both of their bodies tensed up. "Fuck! Fuck!" she cried out. "I'm gonna cum so good for you," she panted, throwing her head back as she felt her release take over her body and spill out around his throbbing member, she hadn't felt like this since the day he'd left. She'd missed him so much, everything about him. Camila remained propped up on the counter, breathing heavily as her orgasm washed over her and waited for him to find his release. "Come on, baby, cum for me," she breathed out, still coming down from her high. She bucked her hips against his own to spur him on, knowing he would come undone soon after watching her experience her very own orgasm. They always soon followed after the other. Always turned on by how the other reacted to the sensations coursing through their body.

KJ: There was strictly nothing like the sight of Camila abandoning herself to the pleasure that took over her body — the expression crossing her features as her juices coated his hard member more than enough to push him over the edge as well. Urgency coursing through his being as he kept pounding into her; needing to reach that turning point that would make him unravel. “Fuck, Cami.” he groaned, keeping his eyes shut as the pleasurable sensations crashed upon him. His motions picking up their pace for a brief moment as he emptied himself inside her core. Before gradually slowing down until he simply allowed himself to find refuge in the crook of her neck — chest heaving up and down rapidly and his hot breath tickling her flesh. The aftermath was just as good if not better than the actual act. Perhaps not better, he corrected himself mentally, but it definitely deserved a place at the top. Such moment was sacred. Both bodies sweaty and seeking comfort from the other — the warmth radiating like a blanket that they were sharing in front of a burning fire. KJ took his time settling down from the high he had experienced. Keeping Camila close to him and peppering her skin with feather like kisses when he found the strength to lift up his head; pressing his lips to her earlobe and chuckling to himself before he had even uttered the words he wanted to share. “I’m just so good, might as well be preggo already.“ he joked, another chuckle following suit as he wrapped his arm around her body — basking in her presence and the wonderful emotions she evoked without much trouble. This was the kind of welcome home he could definitely get used to. That and food. Which is when his nose picked up on the smell again, his stomach growling as soon and eliciting a laugh. “Didn’t you say something about cooking a nice meal for me, aye?”

Cami: Watching as a wave of pleasure came over KJ and he completely gave into it, the pace of his thrusts picking up briefly to get him right where he needed to be. Camila hummed as she felt him spilling out inside of her, filling her with his goodness, just like always. As he found refuge in the crook of her neck, she played with the hair at the nape of his neck and giggled as his hot breath tickled her flesh. There was something so gentle and sweet about the moments they shared together after sex, when it was just the two of them, basking in each others presence. Sex with KJ was incredible, but she enjoyed coming down from their highs together just as much as she enjoyed the sex. For different reasons of course. When he began to pepper her skin with kisses, she blushed, giggling again as he pressed her lips to her earlobe. He chuckled to himself before speaking and she could only roll her eyes knowing that whatever he was about to say was bound to be something stupidly funny. At his joking words her eyes widened, but he was wrapping his arm around her body to bask in her presence before she could speak up. Camila heard his stomach growl ever so slightly which made her laugh again, but she was still startled by what he had said previously. "What? Oh, yeah, a nice meal," she giggled, pushing herself up to an upright sitting position on the counter. "But, uh, before we get to the meal... I think you should know that you don't have to worry about trying to get me pregnant because you already succeeded in that task," she explained, her tone was a bit nervous, not because she was worried he'd be upset, but just because this was a big life change and she was just nervous in general about it. Excited, but nervous. Seeking out his eyes, she bit down on her lip, waiting to see how he would react.

KJ: Although enough time had passed for KJ to come down from his high, his mind was still a little fogged up — his hands holding onto the counter as he pulled back from her neck in order to keep himself upright with the sudden change of position. Which is why he wasn’t able to take notice of the nervousness that had taken over his fiancée. Nor the way she stumbled over the words she uttered. A clear sign that there was something else going on. Withdrawing from her heat with a quiet moan, he tucked his length back in his boxers and reached out for the jeans he had decided to cut into shorts; securing the piece of fabric around his lower body once more. The brunette had been listening with one ear, not really focusing on what Camila was saying but feeling like he had gotten the gist of it nonetheless. Quite enough for a loud snort to escape him before he caught her lips in a sloppy kiss. “That would be quite the super sperm, aye.” he joked yet again, directing his gaze toward the oven and pondering on what she had been able to cook. There was another kind of hunger he needed to satisfy now — it was with this thought in mind that his body suddenly froze. His brain finally catching up to everything that had been said and done; along with the look Camila had given him. The last thing he wanted was to make a big deal if there was no reason for it. Ultimately, it meant confessing to the fact that he hadn’t properly listened to her in the first place. Though at this point, he was ready to face her wrath if it meant being a hundred percent sure he had fully understood the situation. As his brown eyes found their way back onto her features, he quietly observed her for a handful of seconds — blinking like an idiot and licking his dry lips. Anxious to say the words that were on the tip of his tongue. “I already succeeded?” It was asked in such a hopeful and timid way, a part of him was ready to be laughed at for even entertaining the idea that this could be real.

Cami: As he quickly withdrew from her heat and tucked himself back into his boxers, she silently cursed herself for bringing this up right now. Of course he couldn't focus after that mind-blowing quickie they'd just endured together. She couldn't blame him, but it had just slipped out after his joke. Camila wanted to huff and puff at the snort that escaped him, but she knew he thought she was just teasing him back so she couldn't blame him. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss and she giggled against them, rolling her eyes at his joke about 'super sperm'. His attention then moved toward the oven and Camila reached her hands out to pull his face toward her again. "Babe, I don't think you have super sperm," she muttered, holding his face in her hands as she watched the pieces fall into place for him, though he still wasn't looking at her. She knew he hadn't really been listening to her, but she wasn't going to hold that against him now. As his brown eyes found their way back to her, she could feel him quietly observing her as he blinked rapidly and licked his dry lips. At his hopeful and timid question all she could do was nod her head furiously as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "Yes, baby, you already succeeded, sometime in between our birthdays," she explained with a huge grin on her face. "I didn't have the stomach flu... We're having a baby!" she squealed, dropping her hands from his face to press them against her stomach. Now that she knew she was pregnant she couldn't stop touching it, even if there was no cute baby bump yet. It would be there soon and she was going to look at it, touch it and document it every step of the way. Camila was so happy to have finally told him, now this was their little secret, a secret they would share with their families after her prenatal appointment when they had ultrasound pictures to share and a video of the heartbeat. This would be their parents first grandchild, they had to do it all up real big for them.

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Cruel World I’m Gone (Chapter 2)

don’t forget to read part 1 and also find the series on AO3!

Arthur rises with the sun. It’s a force of habit, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to shake it - especially after twenty years. But it feels less like a burden now than it did back within the confines of a camp. There’s no debt to be collected, no banks to rob, no one to beat, shoot or kill. There’s just the dawn slipping in through the canvas of the tent to gently awaken him, with you nestled at his side.

Simplicity had always eluded Arthur. Life instead favored dealing him a hand from a shuffled deck of chaos and discord. He eagerly welcomed the time spent alone, camping amongst the trees and by rivers. The only eyes watching him were those of the animals who wandered past, regarding him briefly before meandering on.

Now he’s back to basics. A tent as shelter, your bow and his gun as a means to provide. It’s not ideal, and it isn’t permanent. But for the time being it’s comfortable, exceptionally so with the numerous boar pelts (your doing) splayed beneath you two.

A few weeks had come and gone since the fall of the Van der Linde’s. Or had it been months? He can’t quite recall. A large portion of that time had been spent recovering from the severity of his injuries. Due to his notoriety with the law, you thought it wise to avoid towns until the dust settles (whenever that might be). Without the aid of a proper doctor however, said recovery had been a tumultuous process. Thankfully you remember Hosea’s medical teachings, and while it was minuscule, it’s enough to get him back on his feet. Bedrest handles the remainder of his recuperation.

Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe how Arthur feels about everything you’ve done for him. His gratitude is insurmountable but you don’t need him to verbally express anything to know that. He’s alive, and that’s more than enough for you. And the feel of your gentle heartbeat against him every morning is more than enough for him.

He watches you sleeping soundly, cheek pressed to his chest and your arm wrapped loosely around his waist. It’s times like this he wishes he had his journal. He hasn’t been able to purchase another as of yet because, again, his aforementioned wanted level. His fingers are itching to draw - you specifically. The restlessness is assuaged instead by pushing the strap of your chemise down slightly, rubbing circles against the soft skin of your shoulder.

You’re awakened by the tickle of his beard when he places a kiss to your cheek. Both the hair on his head and face are longer than he usually prefers to keep it. Arthur lacks access to a barber as well as a straight razor, but you don’t seem to mind. You giggle as he continues to pepper your face with kisses; you look up at him with sleep-addled adoration.

“Good morning mountain man,” you hum. He huffs in amusement at your new favorite term of endearment.

“Sorry, didn’t mean t’ wake you so early darlin’,” he murmurs against the crown of your head. You shush him gently - the apology isn’t required or necessary. Old habits die hard it seems.

You perch your chin up on his chest, a smile playing on your lips. “It’s okay, should be getting up soon anyway. Go and fetch us some breakfast.”

After Beaver Hollow, you tried to salvage as many supplies as possible from what was left of the ruined campsite. Food, medicine, anything. There wasn’t much but what you did manage to gather had run thin. Afterwords, you decided to travel westward and thankfully the Cumberland Forest was teeming with game. Enough for you to stockpile rations and some extra pelts to sell to a resident trapper. Every cent counts considering the circumstances.

Arthur shakes his head, “Nah, don’t worry bout’ that just yet. Let’s just lay here a lil’ longer.” You both have nothing but time. There’s no errands to run, no chores to complete, no people to appease. There’s freedom to just be.

You gasp dramatically, "The Arthur Morgan, wanting to have a lazy day?” He guffaws at your impishness and pulls you closer to him.

“Oh hush up you,” he tickles your hips and you squeal in delight. Arthur has been healing in more ways than just physical. He has relearned how to be lighthearted, playful. His emotions are free from heavy shackles he locked himself into. There is still time needed to mourn, and the metaphorical wounds may never fully heal. But if you’re there to kiss the scars on his heart, he reckons he’ll be just fine.

Arthur relents in his affectionate onslaught so he can hold you freely with both arms. You sigh, content, and you idly run your fingers through the thin hairs on his chest. The even rhythm of his heart is almost enough to lull you back to sleep, but Arthur rouses you with a spontaneous thought.

“You remember the first time we met?” It’s poised so innocently you can’t help but grin. You sit up slightly to meet his gaze and he’s looking at you expectantly.

“Feeling sentimental, are we?”

He shrugs, “A lot has changed since then.” There’s pleasure in reminiscing about times past. They’re memories that aren’t tainted by doubt or loss. Just new beginnings. He twirls a loose strand of your hair around his finger, waiting for an answer. You roll your eyes playfully and you hoist yourself up to straddle his hips.

“Of course I do, silly.”

How could you not?

You had been living on your own for four years and then some, gladly abandoning the role of a rich family’s daughter at sixteen. All the silk and roses in the world couldn’t mask the ugly reality. You were the eldest and only child. And your father was more than happy to sell you off to the highest bidder, regardless of who that might be. The caliber of “gentleman” he had lined up would put even Micah Bell to shame.

So you left, simply put. Running off to live amongst the greenery instead of admiring it from afar in a gilded cage with clipped wings. You father had not taken kindly to this, retaliating by sending a slew of bounty hunters out to drag you back. They had finally caught up to you years later in Tall Trees, chasing you all the way into Blackwater when...

“I barreled straight into you. Practically too out of breath to tell you my name.” All you could manage to utter was a simple plea.

Help.

Arthur remembers it clear as day: you clutching his shirt, trembling hands, four devious men approaching you. A lady in desperate need and he was more than happy to oblige you. With assistance in the form of himself, Hosea, and Dutch.

He tucks the hair he was playing with behind your ear and opts to put his hands on your hips now. “You looked up at me with those pretty doe eyes, how could I deny you anything?”

You titter, leaning down to grace his lips with a chaste peck. “Comment chevaleresque.” It’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“Again with the French.” His calloused fingers rub your skin through the thin fabric of your chemise. “When we brought you back, we all thought you were gonna be the camp princess,” he says with humor in his voice. “But…” He trails off. You continue the thought.

“But I showed everyone I knew my way around a bow,” your smirk is tinged with smug satisfaction, “You specifically.” He pushes himself up on his elbows, looking for another kiss. You generously decide to meet him halfway.

“Brought back the biggest buck I’ve ever seen.”

“And how many arrows were in it?” You ask coyly, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth. Arthur inches closer.

“Just one, straight between the eyes.” You're beaming with pride and Arthur feels warmer in its glow. “Pearson’s stew had never tasted so fine.”

The tips of your noses are touching, Arthur brings a hand up to card through your hair. The look in Arthur’s eyes shifts from admiration to something more...intense. “You’re amazin’,” he whispers reverently, lips a tantalizing few inches apart.

You close the distance between you with a kiss. Arthur spares no time with innocent formalities and deepens it.

Everything had been such a mess as of late, complicated. It left no time for the intimacy he craves. Now there’s no walls, no nagging voice whispering what he desires is not meant for his rough hands. There’s just you, gently nipping his bottom lip and asking for more.

And again he is more than happy to oblige you.

Right now he feels like a man starved. His kisses are like him: rough but underlined with a reserved gentleness. You respond in kind and each one is sweeter than the last, leaving the both of you wanting more.

Arthur brings a hand up to cup a breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple and reveling in the soft sighs that escape you. You allow him to be selfish in his pursuit for contact as he rids you of your chemise. It bunches up around your waist and you shudder as he roams your chest freely now, marking the skin he can reach with his lips.

A simple roll of your hips and you feel Arthur beneath you, eager and warm. He responds in kind with a groan and you mimic the motion again. And again.

The third time he stops you, gripping you just enough to bruise - just the way you like it. His jaw is clenched and you can feel the tightness in his muscles underneath your fingers. There’s no room for teasing, he needs this now. His wish is your command.

You move back slightly, allowing him room to undo his pants just enough to free himself while you remove your drawers. He lifts you easily and you sink down onto him, moaning together in unison at the sensation.

You hadn’t realized how much you truly missed this, the feeling of being filled so perfectly by Arthur. You want it over, and over, and over again. This is a sentiment you audibly express and he eagerly complies, thrusting up to meet the movement of your hips. You throw your head back and let the world outside become acquainted with the sound of Arthur’s name.

It’s his turn now for hands in his hair, and your fingers entangle themselves in his long locks. You tug, just enough for it to sting, and he growls low and deep in his throat. It’s a recent discovery, one found by accident while helping him wash his hair. You quickly began to experiment and Arthur is left a satisfied participant.

You pull again, tilting his head back so he’s looking up at you. It’s quite a sight: face flushed, hair wild, lips parted and begging for more.

Harder. Harder. Harder.

Arthur never could say no to a lady in waiting.

His pace evolves into a rapid, hard cadence with his thumb tracing tight circles over your clit. Every synapse is surging with a white-hot electricity and a pressure is rapidly building in the pit of your stomach. Your whines become more high-pitched and frequent as you’re pushed closer to that familiar precipice.

“That’s it girl,” his rough voice has you shuddering, “Doing so good.” He accentuates his praise with another well-calculated thrust. It hits you just so and you keen, clutching his shoulders to keep yourself upright.

He does it again, harder this time. “You like that?” It’s rhetorical but you still nod frantically, desperate. He gives you what you want again, as always. “Good girl.” Arthur finally coaxes you over the edge and you break, spectacularly so.

Crying out his name like gospel, Arthur has never thought his name could sound so beautiful. As you continue to come undone above him, he pulls from you and chases his own release. It doesn’t take much and he unravels, spilling onto his stomach.

You fall forward and Arthur is careful to catch you, lowering you gently to his side once more. The two of you are covered in a thin sheen of sweat and you suppose hunting will have to be postponed. A lakeside bath sounds too appealing right now.

Birds sing overhead and Arthur takes a moment to regard his surroundings: a canvas roof and the shelter of the trees. The clarity of post-orgasm bliss helps him realize, truly realize, that he’s satisfied but something is still missing. He thought he could want for not, that having you and the open country ahead would leave him fulfilled.

And yet…

“Hey,” he garners your attention and you look up at him inquisitively. “You remember that homestead at O'Creagh’s Run?”

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