#i'll add pics and formatting in a sec the app is being picky

[alo-piss-trancy]

We've Got a Long Way to Go My Dear

(( Reblogging an old fic or two while I finish up drafts but I'm making a post for it in my new format for the Aesthetic (tm)

Also this is lowkey Witchy's fault for dragging me straight back into umbrella hell and reminding me I wrote this lol. Expect more fics once I clear some from my plate bc I still have drafts in my files

'Things haven't gone according to plan, but Har/old believes he can salvage it. All he and Van/ya have to do is get through the journey from the hospital to the cabin in the woods. Unfortunately, it seems life is a sadistic fuck who's determined to throw as many bumps into the road as it can, just to piss him off.

But what else is new?

And anyways, aren't hardships what drew him and Vanya towards each other in the first place? '

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No one asked for a Ha/rold Jenki/ns character study/missing scene disguised as a Vany/a omo fic but that's what I have to offer lmao. There's not really anything to say besides that. ))

PREVIEW: Vany/a took a breath, cringing. "I'd like to go to the restroom." she confessed, her face flushing a lovely shade of pink.

He couldn't help cracking a smile, if only to avoid rolling his eyes. "You'd like to, or you actually need to? There's a difference there."

"Leo/nard..." Van/ya groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help teasing you a little." He reached over to rub her back with one hand, and after stewing in her embarrassment for a moment, she carefully shrugged him off and glanced back up at him, returning her hands to her lap and interlacing her fingers.

"So, can we stop somewhere soon?"

Honestly? He didn't want to bother. Even if he'd been willing to get the shit kicked out of him, that didn't change the fact that his entire body was killing him. Every breath felt like it was impaling his ribcage, his lungs and chest ached, his head was pounding, and his eye socket was throbbing like a bitch. And despite what he'd told her earlier, he really was tired. Physically, and also tired of dealing with her shit. Va/nya was a lot of work, and even if it was work he'd gladly taken on, and would be willing to take on all over again, it was draining. 

If he could go through all of this, then surely she could suck up this miniscule inconvenience in comparison. Van/ya needed to learn the meaning of willpower anyways. She had such a habit of giving up, cowering under pressure... this little test would help strengthen her.

"You know, we'll be back at the cabin in about forty minutes..." he mused, glancing at the dashboard clock. "Can it wait?"

Van/ya's eyebrows flicked up in the mirror, and she shifted in her seat. Whether that discomfort was from her urges or the patronizing question he'd just asked her, he didn't know. Frankly, it didn't matter. "Um, I mean..." That clearly hadn't been the answer she was expecting from him, and she tried to work through her shock. "I can if we have to, but... if we're already gonna be passing stuff anyway, couldn't we just-"

"I don't think it would be a good idea to stop." he interrupted, scanning the road around them. With a grunt, he leaned out the window to adjust the outer mirror, finally catching the metallic gleam of a grill and pipes. Far behind them, a half-semi truck was chugging along. Their first visitor in many miles, but of course, Va/nya had been too distracted to notice anything during the drive so far.

"Why not?" A hint of skepticism he would soon snuff out before it had the chance to bloom. There was never any reason for V/anya to question him, and he wasn't going to let that start now.

"Do you see the truck behind us?"

"Way in the back?"

"It's been tailing us for the last twenty minutes."

Read it on AO3 through THIS POST