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thetaoofzoe · 4 years ago

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Fic: Syverson the Protector pt 5

* Syverson The Protector - Part I (pairing Syverson x YOU)

* Syverson the Protector - Part II (pairing Syverson x YOU)

* Syverson the Protector - Part III (pairing Syverson x YOU)

* Syverson the Protector - Part IV (pairing Syverson x YOU)

Author note: Finally part 5! Thank you so much for hanging in with me through this delightful journey and I hope that this part quenches your desire.

Summary: Henry has invited you to spend a few weeks at his cabin in the mountains and of course you agree. 💖NEW💖

Rating for this part: Sex, fluff, discussion of trauma (minor) Everyone has a good time and Aika is there too :)

I’ve picked ‘Henry’ as Syverson’s first name and he’s grown his hair out :D

Must be read in order, no part can stand alone.

Word count: 7500

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‘Well,’ said your nurse as she watched you sort and pack your belongings. ‘If you want him to know how you feel, you have to tell him.’

She folded her arms and leaned against the narrow door frame to your hospital room. You glanced up at her.

‘I’m not twelve, Barb,’ you scoffed, nevertheless feeling pleased with her observation.

‘Well you were the one asking me to pass notes to him like you were in school.’

You raised your brows in surprise and then pointed an accusatory finger at her. You had resorted to note passing because you couldn’t see Henry face to face and communicate with him like an adult. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you made it work.

‘You, Nurse Barb,’ you started, about to say something caustic and then relented, deciding to be sweet. ‘Did a great job passing notes, and I thank you.’

You flipped closed your small travel case and crossed the hospital room to grab at one of the slowly deflating helium ‘Get Well’ balloons which still listed lazily around the silver weight that held it in place. With a small pair of scissors, you cut the ribbon tether and lanced the mylar in an inconspicuous place. Pressing the balloon to your chest, you squeezed out the remainder of the helium air mix and added the now flat balloon to the pile of other flattened balloons.

‘So? Then what are you going to do about it?’ Barb continued to press. ‘Leave and regret never having said anything?’’

You stopped compacting the pile of deflated balloons and turned to look at her.

This whole budding romance thing between two war torn lovers must have been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to the nurse, you thought pleasantly. It was certainly exciting to you. So, you cut her some slack.

‘I just happen to know that he’s outside in the pool area right now. And, you have some time before your flight.’

The look on her face was both encouraging and infuriating.

Smiling, you walked to the door and patted Barb’s shoulder.

‘All right. I’ll go.’

She waggled her brows, turned and walked with you down the narrow corridor and then through the half-empty dayroom. She stopped at the double glass doors that led to the pool area and used her weight to press open one side.

‘I can’t tell if you’re a really good matchmaker or a really bad matchmaker,’ you said absently.

She shrugged.

‘Good luck, and don’t be too hard on him.’

‘I won’t. Well, I probably won’t. Well...I can’t promise.’

She chuckled and quickly gave you a one-armed hug.

‘I’ll have them bring your bags to the car when it turns up. There are a few people going to the airport with you. So if I don’t see you… keep in touch, ok?’

You nodded and walked through the open door.

The pool area, as they called it, was really just a collection of beach umbrellas shading colourful inflatable kiddie pools, some blowup flamingos, and an odd assortment of mismatched lawn chairs. There were several men camped out around most of the medium sized pools, with their feet in the water and enjoying each other’s company. You spotted Henry right off the bat, as he was the only one still in a wheelchair and paused a moment to watch him laugh at something the man next to him had just said. You were loath to interrupt them.

I’ll just leave a note, you thought, turning your back to the men in order to return to the day room. He won’t mind. I’ll leave a note and my business card so he won’t feel pressured to say anything to my face.

A little lost in thought, you lingered there for a moment, with your hand on the door handle when your thoughts were interrupted by a chorus of teasing male voices calling out your name, accompanied by whistles and several coquettish sounding ‘yoo-hoo!’s.

A wave of heat rushed into your face and you hunched your shoulders in a self-conscious cringe.

Jesus Christ you hated military men sometimes.

But you had been caught and you had no other choice but to turn around and face them.

One of the men kicked out the empty lawn chair closest to Syverson and waved you over. Taking the invitation, you drew the chair close to the circle, lightly rested your hand on Henry’s shoulder and sat down next to him. It was good to see him looking so well.

‘I read your new article,’ said the man, and by deciphering his medical wristband you learned he was called Solensky. ‘That was a damn brave thing you did.’

You shook your head and looked at Syverson, hoping that he didn’t think you were trying to steal glory.

‘I didn’t write it to showcase what I did. I had to tell people what really happened. How heroic the men were. And my partner. The sacrifices that they all made. What I did wasn’t important.’

‘Saving my life wasn’t important?’

Syverson sounded a little bit hurt and turning to him you were at a loss to read his suddenly cloudy expression.

You opened your mouth to protest.

‘I-- I didn’t mean that you… of course you are important. I just did what I had to.’

You held his incredulous gaze and continued, ‘you know that, Henry.’

Didn’t he believe you?

‘He don’t mean it like that,’ said Solensky. ‘He means that, you doing what you did, was important. Even if you don’t think it was.’

Henry obviously agreed with the man’s assessment, for a smile lifted the corner of his mouth and you cut a relieved and fondly exasperated look at him. Sitting back in the creaky lawn chair you kicked your feet out in front of you and rested them against the cushy rounded pool edge.

‘Thank you,’ you said finally and nodded to Solensky. ‘I had hoped to get it finished and published before I left.’

It felt good to hear some praise from the men you were trying to uplift.

‘You leaving soon?’ he asked.

‘Yes. Today. In a few hours in fact.’

You turned to face Henry again.

‘I wanted to say goodbye before I did.’

His face remained unreadable and you feared that you had upset him in some way.

The door to the dayroom opened and Barb called to you.

‘The car is here early. They have to do more stops, so you’ll have to leave now, I’m sorry.’

You shot Syverson a panicked look.

Now? But you didn’t say all you wanted to say. You didn’t have time!

‘Ok,’ Henry said finally. ‘You don’t want to keep them waiting or they’re gonna have you walking home.’

He pressed himself up and out of the wheelchair and breathing a little hard from the exertion, he faced you when you stood as well.

‘I’m in your debt. Whenever you need me, for whatever reason, I want you to call on me. It don’t matter, you got that?’

‘I got it,’ you answered, feeling a deep pang of agony and regret in your gut. Leaving was harder than you had expected.

Henry smiled then and curving his arms around you, he pulled you against his sun warmed body.

And what torture it was for him to hold you like that!

You put your head on his chest and embraced him in return. And, when you lifted your teary eyes, he leaned in and kissed your forehead. But that wasn’t good enough. Not nearly enough and you squeezed him when his lips met yours.

‘Ok… ok,’ you giggled, feeling hot faced and aroused. ‘You gotta stop that or I won’t be able to leave.’

He didn’t release you.

‘You can stay and come home with me,’ he said, moving in for another kiss.

You ducked your head and stepped out of his embrace.

‘If you behave, maybe I will.’

Barb cleared her throat, a signal that you were out of time, and kissing him quickly, you turned to leave.

‘Barb’ll give you my card. It’ll have my info on it.’

‘I will?’ she asked, glaring at you and then at him. ‘Boy, I’ll be glad when you leave and I can stop all of this note ferrying back and forth.’

‘See ya,’ said Henry.

‘Soon,’ you promised and went through the day room doors.

It had been six months. Six months of convalescing at home, writing columns and binge watching all of the television shows you missed while you were deployed. It had also been a pleasant six months of regular correspondence with Henry, which culminated in him asking you to come to the mountains with him for a few weeks. He had a little cabin in Montana which he had been renovating and now that Aika was finished with her mandatory quarantine in the States, he was going to go there and relax.

A few weeks in the fresh mountain air was just what you needed and once you agreed, he made and paid for your travel arrangements.

It was refreshingly cool when you shuffled into the noise and chaos of the airport arrival terminal on your way to the baggage claim. However, you walked a little more leisurely than the hustling crowd, taking in the sights and idly people watching. As a journalist, although you had trekked through more airports than you cared to count, the peculiar culture of tiny, and expensive indoor pseudo-cities like this was still so compelling. It wouldn’t be strange to see a bleary eyed man chowing down on a stacked burger and swilling his third bourbon on the rocks at 6:30 in the morning. Or seeing a grown woman tucked into an awkward corner, and clutching her carry-on bag protectively in front of her as she tried to catch some sleep during an unexpected flight delay.

You had been both of those people at one point or another in your travels. But there was another reason why you were strolling and taking your time examining the mass produced keychains and tee shirts proclaiming the name of the state you were in. You were nervous and your heart banged painfully against your ribs. You could feel it galloping and straining against its internal tethers and you had to stop occasionally and pretend to look at overpriced pizza slices in order to catch your breath.

You were nervous about seeing him again. That sweet, unfairly handsome Captain Henry Syverson.

The thought of him made you smile but you pressed it into a straight neutral line in the event someone was watching. You didn’t want to seem crazy, grinning down at a display case of heat-lamp warmed slices of cheese pizza.

When you finally reached baggage claim, a man, dressed in a dark suit and white shirt was waiting for you. He stood with the rest of the chauffeurs looking bored and holding an open tablet on which your name stood out in bold block letters on the screen. You walked expectantly up to him and he smiled and greeted you by name.

‘How was your trip?’ he asked, as he walked with you to the baggage carousel.

‘It was fine, thank you.’

And the two of you stood side by side watching the conveyor belt start to move and roll out the luggage.

‘Which one is yours?’ he asked, moving closer to the belt, ready to snag your bag as it tumbled by.

‘The red one, with the white stripe. It has the camera shaped luggage tag.’

He nodded and when that red bag came by, he grabbed it by the side handle. He then put it down, pulled up the telescoped handle and indicated that you follow him to the parking lot. Outside, the cool air woke you from your flight induced stupor and you took in a long cleansing breath.

‘First time in Montana?’ he asked, grinning as he watched you stretch your arms and back.

‘Just tired,’ you said. ‘Long flight.’

He opened the door to the glossy black SUV and helped you step up into the high spotless interior. Through the back window you watched him stow your suitcase in the trunk and followed him with your eyes until he climbed into the truck.

‘So,’ he said and fiddled with his tablet. ‘It’s going to take a little while to get to the destination. Is it warm enough for you? Too warm? There are snacks in the centre console and water under the seat. Do you mind if I have the radio on?’

The questions seemed rehearsed and you assured him that everything was fine before you sat back into the plush leather seats and he drove off.

Taking out your mobile, you switched it off of airplane mode and it immediately pinged that you had a message.

Making sure you landed safely.

You smiled and replied that you had done just that and were already on your way.

I’ll be waiting. I hope you’re hungry.

The driver was right. It took two and a half hours to get to the cabin and the last mile or so was on a dirt road so pitted and bumpy that you weren’t sure you were going to come out of the ride in one piece.

But it was all made better when you spotted Henry standing with Aika on the broad porch of a gorgeous mountain cabin. When he said that he wanted you to spend time with him at the cabin, you immediately pictured it to be a one or two room Little House on the Prairie type place. Which was absolutely fine with you, as you wouldn’t be there to admire the decor. However, you were not expecting the beautiful structure that stood proudly amongst the trees.

The driver slowed, made an awkward k-turn in the dirt and deposited you directly in front of the tall man approaching the truck.

The sight of Henry made you feel weak and proud to show the driver that you had been chosen by a superior specimen. Henry briefly spoke to the driver through his open window and the trunk popped open. With hands clasped in your lap, you waited. Henry grabbed your suitcase, slammed shut the trunk and then opened your door. He positively beamed at you and when you took his outstretched hand, you felt like a princess being rescued from a high tower.

When the SUV made its way back down the dirt road and the two of you were finally alone, you were faced with one of two decisions.

One: behave in your usual awkward way and shake his hand or pat his shoulder and thank him for letting you come and visit.

Two: press into his arms and give him the biggest hello I fucking missed you, kiss he’d ever received.

With some internal dismay, you found yourself leaning towards option one. You didn’t want to lead him to the wrong impression about you and slowly you extended your hand.

A look of surprise drifted across his face, but he was apparently willing to follow your lead. Before he could take that hand, you had a change of heart and instead ran straight at him and clamped your arms about his waist.

‘Hey, baby,’ he murmured, kissing the top of your head and enveloping you in his strong arms.

Oh God, you thought. I’m gonna start crying.

Tears pricked your eyes and before you could stop yourself, you heaved with a desperate sob.

‘What’s the matter?!’ he asked, sounding alarmed with the sudden change in your attitude.

You clutched him tighter and put your face against him.

‘I’m… I’m so happy to see you standing right here,’ you gasped.

The last time you’d seen him in the flesh, he had still been mostly confined to a wheelchair, still healing from his terrible wounds and unable to look after himself. But there he was now, strong and whole and so warm in your arms that you felt an overwhelming sense of affection for him.

Henry held you tighter and you felt infinitely safe in his embrace. Everything was right with the world.

‘I thought about the moment I could do this,’ he said, gently stroking your back. ‘And now I made you cry.’

‘I’m just so happy to see you well,’ you said, pulling back and looking at his wryly smiling face. ‘And not hooked up to wires and IVs.’

‘Ok,’ he drawled. ‘Me too. In that case…’

He curved one hand about your cheek and lifting your face, he kissed you. It took a few more moments of cuddling before you eventually stopped trembling and having an existential crisis. He drew back, bent down and picked up your bag.

‘You hungry?’ he asked, slipping his hand down to your lower back and guiding you to the glorious cabin.

‘Famished!’ you announced and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

The dog on the porch sat up and wriggled with pleasure, her thick furry tail whapping excitedly on the wooden boards.

Henry dragged his fingers through the thick brown and black scruff and scratched her angular head. The dog bowed and flattened her ears softly and approached you. You put both hands on her head and massaged her fluffy ears.

‘I remember you,’ you said to the dog who continued to eagerly lick at your hands.

‘This place is different than where she’s from, but she loves it.’

Then to Aika he said, ‘stay on the porch.’

And the dog promptly flopped down on the cushiony bed made from folded quilts and began her surveillance of the surrounding tranquil woods.

Henry opened the cabin door and ushered you in.

The inside was just as spectacular as the outside and your mouth came open with surprise.

‘I know you did all of this, didn’t you. It’s so… beautiful.’

‘I had help,’ he answered modestly. ‘It’s been a work in progress for years. Still got some things to do, but it’s liveable.’

Liveable, you scoffed silently. That was an understatement. The place was an obviously handcrafted masterpiece. From the matte blonde wood flooring and the warm caramel panelling, it was a masculine tribute to a rustic lifestyle. The appliances were new, but understatedly retro and wood burning. The main living room was broad and comfortable with soft couches and homespun appointments. You followed Henry down a narrow hallway to the left. Off of that hallway was a short staircase that led to the upper floor.

‘There’s a guest bedroom down there,’ he said pointing to the door at the end of the corridor and the master is upstairs.’

He gestured that you go up the stairs and you complied. Opening the door at the top of the stairs, you found yourself walking into a bright warm room with a large bed facing a broad clean window that overlooked the trees and the lake behind the cabin. It smelt of pine and you wondered if he picked that scent because he thought you might like it. You did like it.

Henry put your bag on the floor by the bed.

‘This is your room.’

He rested a hand on the glossy dresser top which had been pushed against the far wall.

‘You can put your stuff in here, or hang them up in the closet.’

He opened the door next to the dresser to show you the empty closet space.

‘Bathroom’s over here.’

He crossed the room, opened the second door and you poked your head in, pleased to see a full bath and tub.

That tub might come in handy for sexytimes.

Once the tour was completed you smiled at him, but left the question of where he was going to stay to burn on the tip of your tongue.

It didn’t stay there long for Henry beat you to it.

‘I’ll be downstairs… in the guest room.’

There was hesitation in his voice and he trailed off seeming suddenly shy and awkward.

Was he as nervous about your visit as you were?

He didn’t look at you as he put a hand against the back of his head, which you knew was an unconscious self-soothing gesture. But you didn’t want to put him out of his misery just yet. You were enjoying it too much.

‘If… when you need me,’ he finished.

The implication of needing him, at night, hung heavily in the air and trailing a finger up his bare forearm, you squashed a smile.

‘And you’ll be downstairs…’ you said, keeping your voice serious and your expression neutral. ‘If… I mean when I need you. You’ll be downstairs? In the guest bedroom? Downstairs?’

He looked at you a moment, his own expression a mild mix of confusion and then that sweet slow bloom of understanding in his eyes. You saw the exact moment that he realised you were teasing him and you couldn’t help laughing.

‘C’mon you,’ you said, slipping your hand into his. ‘I’m starving.’

***

Once downstairs, he packed a big red-topped cooler with vegetables and potatoes and steaks that had been marinating overnight, as well as cutlery, plates and other sundry items. Carrying only a chilled six pack of bottled lager, you followed him down the winding gravel path to the lake. There was a rustic firepit down there flanked by two dark wood adirondack chairs and a picnic table.

You wondered if he made all of that himself and then chuckled. Of course he did.

You watched him dump the cooler next to the grated firepit and go to grab a few already split logs from a nearby pile. Clutching the thin cardboard handle of the sixpack in both hands you felt unbearably girly and unwilling to admit that watching him start a fire with a small pile of tinder and a magnesium firestick, aroused the fuck out of you. It didn’t help that his jeans stretched nicely across his thighs when he crouched lower and gently blew onto the young flame before quickly adding additional fuel until the fire was stable enough to tent the logs over it.

Henry rose and dusted his hands against the seat of his jeans and you cleared your throat.

‘That was sexy,’ you said and laughed at your own audacity.

He glanced at you over his shoulder, clearly appreciative of your praise, but instead of addressing it, he pointed to the short pier.

‘Do you see the green nylon sack over there?’

You looked and nodded.

‘Take the bottles and put ‘em in the sack and lower it into the water. That’ll keep ‘em cold.’

Feeling helpful, you did as you were told. When you returned a few minutes later, you hoisted yourself up onto the top of the picnic table and rested your feet on the bench seat.

‘Do you want some help?’ you asked after a moment.

‘Nope,’ he answered, and cast another amused look at you over his shoulder. ‘You just sit there and be pretty for me, ok?’

You preened, and lightly patted your face. It was as pretty as you were going to get.

‘I think I can do that. Sure.’

And you sat there thinking about having children with him. You imagined taking them on camping trips and teaching them all of the survival skills they needed to fend for themselves in the event the zombie apocalypse drove your family into the woods. So you asked him if he was prepared for the apocalypse and sat there rapt as he explained his six point plan and how he had been planning and storing for the last three years.

When dinner was ready, the two of you ate at the picnic table and drank most of the beer and discussed the pros and cons of wasting ammo to achieve a head shot as opposed to just disabling the zombie so that you could escape it.

‘Yeah, but you are the one who’s gonna get the successful headshots. I’m just out there swinging a rake or something.’

‘Can get you a katana if you like.’

You laughed and swigged your beer. Pointing the mouth of the bottle at him you scoffed.

‘A katana?? I’d more likely slice myself up before I’d do any damage to a zombie.’

‘I don’t think so,’ Henry replied easily and stood up to stoke the fire.

He helped himself to another few spoonfuls of vegetables, which when offered, you declined.

‘A little training and some practice, you’d be fine.’

‘You have a lot of misplaced faith in me, sir,’ you teased him.

Henry was quick to answer.

‘You’re wrong. You already proved to be capable, ingenious and tougher than you think. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.’

Your chest tightened at the traumatic memory and you stared down at your empty bottle. The helpless tears started to threaten again.

But biting them back, you reached across the table and put your hand over his. Henry took it, curved your fingers over his and brought your hand to his lips.

Henry’s open emotion made you feel just as raw and vulnerable as you had that fateful day. The day that entwined your lives together forever.

You reached for him with your other hand and stroked his cheek, trailing your fingers through his beard which continued to amaze you with how soft it was to touch. He captured your other hand and kissed that one as well and then held them both. And when he smiled, you smiled in return. It was all right now.

It was starting to get dark and across the lake, you could see the setting sun disappearing behind the mountains. Henry got up and began clearing the table.

‘ Go and sit by the fire,’ he instructed you when you tried to help.

If he wanted to do all of the work, who were you to stop him. You slid onto the cool chair and drew your knees up and to the side to get comfortable just as Aika came trotting out of the woods. She went immediately to you and put her slobbery chin on your thigh. You rubbed her furry head until she was tired of the attention and went to beg scraps from Henry.

‘Coffee?’ he asked a moment later and lifted an old battered tin percolator to show you that he meant coffee and not anything else.

‘I could have one, sure.’

You had got used to black coffee during your time on the front and really never bothered to change it when you went back to civilian life. The cup he gave you was hot and tasted fresh with a hint of vanilla.

‘Vanilla,’ you said and he chuckled, seating himself in the chair next to you.

‘I ah… I got used to it over there, now I can’t drink any other kind.’

You didn’t mind it. Not at all and the two of you sat in companionable silence.

‘It’s a beautiful place, Henry. A beautiful cabin. I am amazed that you did all of this.’

‘My friends helped. This is their place when they want it too.’

Aika flopped down on the space between the chairs and Henry reached down to pat her head.

‘Are you glad I’m here?’ you asked finally, admittedly fishing a little for compliments.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I’m very glad you’re here.’

You were going to say something else but a yawn caught you off guard. Now that you were full and content and safe, sleepiness began to creep in around the corners.

‘You had a long flight,’ Henry offered as explanation, holding out his hand to take your cup. ‘If you want to go on in to sleep, I’ll take care of things here out here.’

‘No! No, I don’t want to leave. I’m not too sleepy.’

‘Awright,’ he chuckled and leaned back into the chair.

Aika yawned then and you did the same. You put the cup on the flat arm of the chair and closed your eyes. You had never felt so happy and before you knew it, you had drifted off. When you woke with a start later, it was dark and the fire had been extinguished. A glimmer of faint stars reflected by the lake was your only anchor point that confirmed where you were.

But it was the type of dark that could only be achieved when there was no light pollution from nearby cities and you felt a twinge of panic.

‘Henry?’ you called sitting up.

He wasn’t in the chair next to you and Aika was gone.

Shit! What if the killer was still out there?

You heard footsteps approaching on the gravel path.

‘I’m here.’

His voice was warm and steady.

There was no moon and standing, you blindly searched in front of you as he came closer. He put his hand around you, resting it low on your back then pulled you to him. At his touch, a jolt of welcomed pleasure spread out from your core.

‘Why are you out here lurking in the dark?’ you giggled softly, pressing your hands flat on his chest.

‘Making sure nothing carries you off,’ he replied just as quietly and gave you a squeeze.

Henry was clearly feeling for the edges of your boundaries and you deeply appreciated that about him. He hadn’t forced your hand and he was eagerly playing by your rules.

‘I’m glad to have my big strong protector to save me from the monsters. Are you… gonna take me inside now?’

‘Yeah. C’mon.’

God, his voice was so unbearably soft and alluring and you knew that if you weren’t careful, you would find yourself beneath him in his bed tonight.

You had to be careful, so once inside the cabin, you kissed him and bade him goodnight. Admittedly, that probably wasn’t how he expected the evening to end but you knew you were going to make the wait worth his while.

After showering thoroughly, you changed your clothes and sat down on the edge of the soft bed. The cabin was quiet except for the normal sounds of the woods coming in through the open window and the sounds of Henry moving around downstairs.

I could get used to this.

After a moment you heard the shower running downstairs and you immediately worried that you hadn’t left enough hot water for him. Stretching out on top of the quilt you listened and imagined his naked body, his wet, soapy naked body and a tingle raced up your thighs and pooled insistent heat in your groin. You bit your lip and pushed your hand between your legs. You held your hand there, still and unmoving and listened until everything had fallen silent on the lower floor.

You breathed quietly, in and out and in and out again and relaxed, drawing your hand away and tucking it across your midsection.

Sleep, you thought. It was all going to be more rational in the morning.

Bright sunlight and sweet bird songs greeted you the next morning. After washing up, you followed the scent of coffee and breakfast downstairs.

The front room was empty, but there was food and a still steaming coffee pot on the stove. The sound of Aika barking outside led you to the door and then out onto the porch. Henry stood at the bottom of the steps holding a red ball which he launched into the air for the dog to chase. He turned when you came to stand next to him.

‘Morning,’ he grinned and kissed you when you lifted your face to ask for it.

‘Hi. How did you sleep?’

‘Yeah, good, good. You?’

You stretched in the warm morning sunlight and fondly watched Aika race back to you. She dropped the ball and danced away, to wait for the next missile. Henry obliged and the dog took off again.

‘It was better than I expected,’ you admitted happily. ‘It usually takes me a couple of nights before I can get comfortable in a new place.’

He nodded and took a drink from his flowered cup.

‘Good. Hungry?’

‘I love that you’re always feeding me,’ you said joyfully. ‘Can we eat down by the lake?’

‘Anything you want, baby,’ he agreed.

The air by the lake was warm and fresh and a few metres out on the water was a group of ducks having a morning swim. Basking in the sun with a hearty meal and an intriguing and funny man was the most indulgent thing you could have possibly done. And you held onto the moment for as long as it presented itself.

You even agreed to a short easy hike after breakfast and in a sun drenched meadow you lay in the sweet smelling grass and talked about nothing in particular.

The day passed in uneventful bliss and again, Henry prepared dinner over the fire and afterwards the two of you sat side by side on the top porch step to watch some unexpected fireworks in the eastern sky.

During a lull in the colourful explosions, you went inside to grab a seat cushion.

When you came onto the porch, you were careful not to kick the cup at Henry’s side. Instead you picked up your own cup and gesturing for him to make room, you tossed down the cushion and sat on the step right between his knees. A little smile blossomed on your face, a response to the feeling of peace spreading through you, and you leaned back against Henry using his thighs as arm rests.

‘I like this,’ you said quietly and relaxed into the warm hands gently kneading your shoulders.

‘Yeah.’

The sound of him, low and husky behind you, filled you with pleasure. You pressed harder between his open legs and he went still. This was the moment of truth. Your heart thrummed with anticipation against your ribs and when he relaxed, so did you.

A beat of silence drifted between you and then he spoke.

‘You wanna go inside with me?’

There was a loud scratching sound of your nails raking along his jeans, evidence of your involuntary reaction to his clear invitation.

‘Yes. I-- want to.’

The breath he let out was audible.

‘C’mon then.’

Henry pushed himself up from the step and effortlessly lifted you in the process. It was like floating on air, reckless yet safe in his strong arms and when your feet finally hit the porch, you were loath to be released. You turned around to face him and slid your arms about his neck. The force of his kiss surprised you, and you clung tighter to him, opening your mouth to take all of him in. Henry pulled you against him and walked backwards towards the cabin door.

You cried out with delight when he crouched and swept you up into his arms. Just like the charming prince he touted himself to be.

‘I love this,’ you murmured, nipping at his lower lip and then suckling it between your own. ‘Why don’t you fuck me in your bed.’

‘Fuck,’ he groaned and clutched you to his chest. ‘You’re gonna drive me crazy, baby.’

‘I promise I’ll drive you crazy.’

Henry didn’t waste time in carrying you to the small bedroom at the end of the hall.

His room was clean, and quiet. Not as fancy as the master bedroom, but it was enough with its bed and bureau and the small adjoining shower. Aika, who had been napping on the floor at the foot of the bed perked up and cautiously thumped her tail as if wondering why the hell the two humans were making so much noise.

‘Aika,’ said Henry desperately. ‘Out!’

With a groan of a petulant child, the dog heaved herself up and reluctantly left the room. Henry booted the door shut behind her and then set you down onto your feet. There was enough gloaming light coming in through the windows for you to see him grin.

He cupped your face between his hands and kissed you gently, thoroughly and then let his fingers trail down over your shoulders, your arms and then across your waist where he curled his fingers beneath the hem of your baggy tee shirt. Instinctively you raised your arms when he lifted the shirt up and over your head. He tossed the shirt onto the chair in the corner. He then turned you around and unhooked your bra which was also tossed to join the shirt. And still keeping your back to him, he kissed your shoulder and then the other and then kissed the space between them. The light scratch of his beard on such an unexpectedly tender place made you shiver and your nipples harden. He hummed quietly, a sound of absolute satisfaction and he nipped you lightly where your shoulder sloped down to your collarbone. You sighed voluptuously and leaned into his muscular chest, turning your upper body slightly and reaching back to smooth your hand over his head.

Henry slipped his hands up from your waist and cupped your bare breasts and kissed you deeply as if trying to drink in every bit of you. You felt utterly possessed, and helpless in the face of his overwhelmingly masculine sexual power. You would give him everything, anything and all he had to do was ask.

He slid his hands down your belly again and into the elastic waistband of your shorts. He eased them over your hips and chased your curves to the warm, velvety space between your legs. Highly aware of his two thick fingers beginning to work into your wetness you arched and moaned breathlessly, your voice rising sweetly into the warmth of the room. A dark knowing chuckle rumbled behind you and Henry dragged his tongue across your lower lip.

All of your attention narrowed to that single delicious focal point of those deft fingers stroking your quivering clit and sliding deeper inside you.

‘I want you,’ Henry murmured and the demand behind his words made you shudder. ‘I want you so bad.’

Yes, you thought. I want you. The moment I met you, I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you.

You turned in his arms and a wave of lust crashed over you at the sight of him. He slipped those two previous busy fingers into his mouth and sucked off your juice. You crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer as you backed towards the bed. Henry whipped off his shirt and took his time unbuckling his belt and shoving down his jeans until he could stand beautifully naked before you, his thick beautiful cock hard and standing at the ready.

You were ready for him indeed. Henry closed the space between you and grabbing you about the waist, he hoisted you up and sprawled you messily across the bed. You sat up, reached for him and dragged him down atop you. He was heavy, and pressed you steadily into the soft sheets and you never wanted to escape him. Henry kissed you hard, punishingly, muffling your sudden cry of pleasure with his mouth. You hugged and kissed him and swore under your breath, eager for the soft velvety feel of his blood-hot cock sliding up along your inner thigh.

‘Come inside me, Henry.’

It was all the invitation he needed.

The newness of him sliding into you hurt just a little, a small but welcomed reminder of what it meant when two lovers finally joined. Henry stilled then, and breathed quietly, as if fighting his urge to cum. You stroked his shoulders and kissed his face, encouraging him to focus only on you. He lifted his head and held your gaze as he rocked up into you again, then again, slowly and deliberately, stoking that fire smouldering between the two of you. You arched against him, vaguely aware of your own lusty sounds and Henry increased the intensity of his thrusts and in turn heightened the ferocity of your pleasure.

Henry lit your fuse and it consumed you. It crackled over your sensitive flesh and along every nerve ending and you responded eagerly to every slow drag of his cock in and out of you. He made you feel alive, more alive than ever before and at the moment of your orgasm you closed your eyes and let his name escape your lips, offering it up as a prayer, as praise. As thanks.

You held onto him when he finally completed the circuit and poured himself inside you.

It took several moments of panting beneath him before Henry moved off of you and you immediately felt the loss. So you lay there, sweat cooling on your skin and basking in the warm feelings of well being. When your senses returned, you got up and went to the bathroom for a quick pee and wash up and when you returned, the bed was turned down and you crawled gratefully beneath the soft sheets.

‘That was fucking amazing,’ you murmured to the man next to you. ‘That was the best sex I have ever had.’

Henry chuckled and sounded pleased.

‘Yeah. I waited a long time for you.’

‘Oh yeah? The moment I put my hand in yours outside of the barracks, you what? Wanted to carry me off to fuck me?’

He grunted.

‘Yeah! Something like that. I would’ve at least got your name first, /then/ put you over my shoulder and carried you off.’

You smiled to yourself and imagined the scene and how shocked the men would have been to watch their stoic captain haul off the journalist for a little fun. You closed your eyes, only intending to get more comfortable to continue the conversation. However, again sleep had other ideas.

Light burst behind your eyelids and the sound of shouting male voices filled your ears. You struggled to open your eyes, but something was holding them sealed shut. Another explosion and then the sound of rocks raining down all around you. I’m on fire, you thought, desperately trying to claw your way out of burning clothes. Your hands were already seared into talons of fused flesh and bone and there was nothing you could do to stop the pain. Sand blasted your vulnerable flesh and you opened your mouth to scream, only to be choked by tiny merciless shards of hot glass. You continued to scream and scream barely aware of the hands on your arms and the voice calling you name. It was Henry and he was shaking you out of your nightmare.

‘You’re all right, baby. You’re all right,’ he murmured pulling you against him. ‘It’s just a nightmare. You’re all right now. I’m here.’

As the dream melted away, you curled up into his arms and burst into tears. Henry gentled you until you quieted and even beyond that until eventually you were able to speak.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry…’

‘Don’t be sorry, baby,’ he whispered. ‘Don’t be. I’m here. I’ll protect you.’

You lifted your tear wet face and kissed him. Then again and again, rolling onto your back and pulling him with you.

‘Make love to me, Henry. Please. Make love to me.’

‘I’ll take care of you,’ he promised.

And you trusted him to do just that.

The morning rain kept the two of you inside the snug cabin and in bed where you took your time exploring and delighting in the mystery of each other.

‘Does it still hurt?’ you asked, pulling back the sheets and stroking your fingers along the thick jagged scar that cut across his lower belly.

Henry looked down at where you were touching him and shook his head.

‘No. Not anymore.’

You fell silent, listening to the rasp of your dry fingers gliding across his skin. Henry curled an arm about you when you put your head on his shoulder.

‘You never went to talk to someone about it, did you.’

It wasn’t a question and as much as you wanted to feign ignorance, you couldn’t shut down your immediate and visceral reaction to his observation.

No. You had buried yourself in work the moment you got back to the States and didn’t want to think about the trauma that had befallen you. What was the point? It was over, wasn’t it?

Henry felt your body tense and he rubbed your back.

‘That’s why you’re still having nightmares.’

Your voice was small when you spoke, hoping to be heard against the lashing rain.

‘I thought I could handle it.’

He chuckled.

‘I know. I thought I could handle it too. They don’t let us go home without group therapy. I fucking hate it, but I do it, because it works.’

You stopped the back and forth motion of your hand and just rested it on his scar. It was the thing that drew you together, the thing that reminded him of you.

Henry turned his head and kissed your forehead.

‘You’re so strong. And you’re carrying this weight. But you gotta let it go, baby.’

‘I know. I… dream about you dying in the explosion and then burning to death. I can’t stop it. I can’t help you.’

Henry held you close.

‘You’re alive and I’m alive. I’m right here with you. You don’t have to worry when you’re with me.’

You slept against his chest for most of the day and dreamed, not of violence in a desolate place but of a bright new future.

-end part 5 you naughty little things. I love you ;D Please consider helping me to broaden my audience by reblogging this fic and sharing. Thank you.

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ofallthingsnasty · 3 years ago

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Omg yes PLEASE steal my ideas. I'm far better at making up crazy scenarios than I am at actually writing- please don't be embarrassed if you do read my fics. Also, my medical knowledge is mostly fantastical ideas so don't be ashamed 👉👈 LOL.

YES YES! He'd have polaroids of all his trials; just assorted pics of you with various ailments caused by him. He probably keeps an x-ray of your chest in his wallet- it's almost romantic. In a total freak way anyway. Omg waking up and he's had to cut off a limb or something and you're in pain and he's like "Dw I'll fix it...later." Literally endless possibilities.

Kai after you find out he's done yet another traumatizing experiment on you: ^_^

Yes 🥺🥺🥺 When you first meet he kicks apart your legs and sneers at you. You probably faint as he moves closer which makes it even easier for him to get Hari to scoop you up and take you to the base. You'd wake up with your arms strapped down and an ache between your legs- he's already put a catheter in seeing as you can't be trusted and you cleaaaarly have something wrong with you anyway. He'd have you set up with an IV and everything. It's kind of sweet you know? He could be killed you but here he is, taking the time out of his busy schedule to fix you.

My archiveofourown username is BabyDuck 👉👈 I'm really not a good writer but I have a bazillion more screwed up Overhaul thoughts if you wanna hear them- Like I think he'd have a certain affinity towards the high lithotomy position 👁️👁️

BabyDuck ao3 - everyone come and get your Overhaul darkfic!!!

ahjsha I kinda figured it was you omg!! After I answered that ask yesterday I went on ao3 to search up some Overhaul/Reader watersports works (you know, gotta read other people's takes dhsjadhsj) -- and you have the piss niche cornered on there!! I skimmed over His Doll (which, gorgeous btw!!) and I saw Kai thinking about leaving in the catheter and I just- I had a hunch because I've only seen it from your ask and that fic haha 💖💖💖 Now I feel like some weird Sherlock Holmes -- and I'll definitely need to sit down and read them all properly because they all sound so interesting. Like, really unique (and SO hot hehe) - also you're not a bad writer at all, omg!! I followed you just now haha tw. piss and malpractice

I'll definitely credit your ao3 when I post it, you're a fucking genius 😳 Thank you so much for letting me, I've already started re-reading the Overhaul arc this morning, I gotta pour myself into this asap 💖 Also- if you ever wanna do more in-depth reading into anything medical, look up textbooks on libgen.rs! My dental textbooks are waaay too expensive for me to buy, I download them 'legally' from there - it's free and safe and they even have my german dental school books!! Medical slang is pretty easy to learn, even if it feels overwhelming at first! You'll be talking in tongues in no time haha And omg yes of course the pictures! During surgery, afterward, during recovery and once you're all healed up again - he shoves that obnoxious giant thing into your private parts, into your face - everywhere. You'll never have privacy again - and now he even documents it, for the next generations to ogle at. He'll dutifully fill out his reports and sometimes even try to explain all the procedures to you - using dumbed-down language that makes you feel like a child. Also - just the teeniest bit that immediately got me thinking about him during my research yesterday - the insertion area of Foley catheters has to be cleaned twice a day, not to mention changing the bags etc - he'd make SUCH a fuss about it, just another excuse to put you down but he secretly loves it (and obviously completely ignores that you could it yourself hehe) - and of course he'd pick up your outfits for you, because you can't wear skinny jeans with a catheter, no? Sometimes the skirts are just a little too short or the bag is taped a little further down your thigh so that its edges peek out -basically parading your source of humiliation around. 😳 The kicking the legs apart is so perfect 💖 You're wet and scared and miserable and he's soooo angry and you think he's going to kill you just like the rest hmmm 🥴 Delicious! That very first awakening would be so terrifying, but he'd be all fake-sweet at first - until you get loud/ask the wrong questions 💖 Hhhhh I'm full of so much Overhaul thoughts now, goodness 🥴 Omfg he'd love that position 🤭 Perfect access to all of your most important parts hehe And yes please!! You can tell me everything you wish - I just know it'll be the best!!

#ask #anon #babyduck #/overhaul

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connorspiracy · 4 years ago

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Fangs and Fries || Connor & Rio

Timing: Current Location: Rio’s hospital room Parties: @connorspiracy & @3starsquinn Content: References to violence, injuries, death and abuse Summary: Connor visits Rio in hospital after the werewolf attack and Rio opens up to him about things.

Rio hadn’t talked too much about the Winston situation or his parents’ death or much of his life at all, and now that he was living by himself, Connor was pretty worried about him, and not just because he’d been in a fight with a werewolf. He got a selection of burgers and chicken stuff and fries from McDonalds, skipping the deserts because he figured they’d melt and taste like arse before too long. “You alright mate?” he said by way of greeting as he walked in. “They’ve not got you on too many painkillers?” He put the bags of food on the little tray in front of Rio, pulling up a chair, then he took off and unzipped his backpack, pulling out some other stuff. “I also brought my Switch and some comics so you have something to do ‘til you can come home.” Hospitals were loud. Connor could hear the screaming from a room next door, someone who’d just left their body and was yelling at the doctors to please bring them back to life. He could hear crying and faint whispers, and he could feel the particular brand of heaviness in the air, but he needed to focus on Rio right now.

Orion had some preparation time when he heard Connor coming down the hallway. He had been occupied staring at the TV screen, waiting for news to break about another attack by the wolf. Nothing yet, but that hadn’t meant that nobody had been hurt. Connor had done Rio a service by not only bringing him food, but launching right into the conversation without too many questions regarding his wounds. The bruises across his face were bad enough, but add onto it the IV’s didn’t make it possible to wear his usual hoodies. He stuffed his arms under the blanket, then attempted to position them under the swinging table once Connor set the food down on it. He had no reason to hide it, but it still wasn’t his favorite conversation to bring up. “I’m fine. Probably not enough painkillers honestly,” Rio laughed, trying to sound convincing. Connor had brought an entire assortment of options, and even as Rio stared at the food and realized that he didn’t have much of an appetite, he still wanted to eat. He grabbed a handful of fries first, plopping them in his mouth one by one as Connor pulled the game system and comics out of his bag. “Woah! Thanks dude, that’s so nice holy crap. I appreciate it. I’ll be out of here in a couple days though probably. So not too much time to kill.”

Connor usually played it cool. He was a curious person, someone who liked to have all the answers and would do as much digging as it took to get to the bottom of them. There were some things you didn't ask questions about though, so while he knew not all of the scars on Rio's body could have come from the wolf attack, he didn't mention them. "Are you wearing one of those hospital gowns where your arse hangs out? Damn, if I knew, I'd have brought you some pyjamas too," he snickered. "And a couple of days sitting in a fucking hospital bed is more than enough. At least this way you'll have Pokemon and Mario." He helped himself to a serving of fries and a quarter pounder. "So," he said, after taking a copious bite. "Werewolf? Tell me about it. What'd it look like? Was it huge?"

If it wasn’t bad enough that the hospital gown was already embarrassing, Connor’s comment drug a blush out of Rio almost instantaneously. “Uh -” Rio started, a nervous laughter escaping his mouth, “Yes, but I have like underwear and stuff” Rio eventually found the words and mumbled them quickly. There was no way he’d ever be caught dead completely exposed out in public. He already felt naked enough without something long sleeve to cover his arms. “It’s fine, my sister brought some clothes to me. I just haven’t put them on yet because nurses keep coming in to check the claw and bite marks.” Connor was right, regardless of how long he was here a game or comic would do wonders to help pass the time. It may even distract him from watching the news so much. “Thanks. Seriously this is awesome. I really appreciate it.” He had certainly said that a lot recently. “The wolf? Uh-” Rio tried to think of the wolf in relation to the other werewolves that he had seen. His experience seeing them transformed in person wasn’t as high as many other hunters, but he had definitely seen his fair share by now, “I mean he’s definitely bigger than a normal wolf or a human. They weren’t the biggest one I’ve seen, but they were definitely the scariest.”

"What, it's not an arse out kinda look?" Connor teased gently, but he could tell Rio was embarrassed. Hopefully knowing Connor didn't take any of this seriously would help him feel better about the whole thing. "What'd you tell them?" he asked. "Do they think it was just an out of control dog or something? There's no actual wolf-wolves in Maine, right?" He remembered reading that. "I haven't seen a normal wolf in person. Or a werewolf," he said, chewing the inside of his cheek. "At least not a transformed one. Did it--are you--" His throat was dry. He took a sip of Diet Coke from one of those McDonalds cups that always made it taste like shit because it went flat so fast. There wasn’t really a polite way to phrase this. "Will you turn? Did it like, bite you?"

“Nothing about me is an ‘arse out kinda look’” Orion laughed again, copying Connor’s statement and bubbling them around quotation marks that Rio made with his fingers. Rio’s own style was very much covered, for multiple reasons. The scars didn’t help, but they certainly weren’t the only thing contributing to Rio’s irrational fear of anyone seeing him shirtless. “I didn’t tell them anything, honestly.” Rio shrugged, taking a bite of a burger and chewing before speaking again, “I sort of played the whole traumatized victim card. I just sat outside the restaurant until I got in the ambulance. But I heard some others talking about a wolf. I’m sure the police report is just going to say it was a wild animal attack.” Connor’s next question baffled Rio for a moment. Admittedly, he had never even considered the possibility. He had known his entire life that he couldn’t turn, so the fear had never crossed his mind during the fight last night. But at the mention of it, Rio thought of the bite mark on his leg beneath the blanket. It would be easy to say that he hadn’t been, but Connor was one of the closest friends that Rio had. He was also one of the few that Rio hadn’t been forced to show his hunter heritage too. He had taken advantage of that blessing for too long it seemed. “Oh uh- I guess technically yes they did bite me. But I’m not going to turn.” Rio spoke slowly and carefully, unsure exactly how he wanted to word it, “I can’t turn, actually.”

"Oh, c'mon. You're proper cute. If you weren't taken, I'd flirt the heck out of you," Connor said, dipping a chicken nugget in some BBQ sauce and practically swallowing it whole, flashing Rio a big grin. "I thought you were massively hot that time I first met you when you broke a lock with your bare hands." He was sure that would make Rio blush a bit more, but he hoped the fact he was shoving McDonalds down his gullet with no concern about looking attractive reassured Rio that he just meant it as a compliment and wasn't looking to make a move. Connor watched Rio's face when he answered the question about being bitten. He'd had a few curiosities about him ever since Nell had insisted Rio come with them to apprehend moon-murder Adam. Like she knew something he didn't. "Ah," he said, simply nodding. "You're immune." Now the easy padlock breaking made sense. "Sick."

“So I’m supposed to believe that the whole time we’ve been friends you haven’t been flirting with me?” Orion teased, fully aware that Connor couldn’t get through an entire conversation without flirting at least once. He was that way with most people. Rio didn’t feel the need to mention that he technically wasn’t taken anymore. Doing so might imply that he was anywhere near to being over Winston or ready to be in a relationship again. Neither were true. “You’re a natural flirt, dude. It’s very charming.” He knew that by now Connor was aware that any complement towards Rio would immediately result in blushing. By some miracle, none of those made Rio dizzy anymore. The two were clearly close enough to talk like that now. “Ha ha. Well, I wouldn’t say hot. But we had to get in somehow.” The fact that Connor even remembered that factored into what Rio was trying to tell Connor now. Connor’s specialty was ghosts, so Rio had no idea if telling Connor that he was immune to the bite meant anything to him. It wasn’t exactly common knowledge, especially since only certain types of hunters were immune to it. It really only left Rio the option of just coming out and saying it. “Right. Yeah. Which uh- in case you aren’t aware… is because my genes carry certain abilities. That I got from my mom. Who was a werewolf hunter.” Talk about beating around the bush. He just didn’t want to claim that word for himself. Not out loud. “So I guess technically speaking, I have those genes. But I’m not a hunter. Just to be clear.”

"Trust me mate, if I was flirting with you, you'd know about it," Connor teased. He usually sounded a lot less confident when he was actually trying to flirt and not just... flirting as a friend. "Yeah, but it's just me being English and charming. Not actually trying to get into your trousers." He chuckled softly, flashing Rio a wink. "Cute as you are in that hospital gown." He stopped joking around for just a moment, listening to Rio talk. "Yeah, I know about people with abilities. Not a lot, but... enough. Adam talked to me about it too." Adam was no secret. They'd all seen his powers with their own eyes. It made him feel better that Rio was so quick to clarify that he wasn't a hunter. Connor gave him a small smile, nodding. "I know. You're a librarian."

Despite Orion’s lack of an appetite, he found himself eating far more than he had originally intended as he got lost in the conversation with Connor. Soon he had downed a burger, most of a ten piece nugget and the entire thing of fries. Maybe he had been hungrier than his stomach was letting him acknowledge. “Yeah, well I sure hope you’re not. Because I’m not even wearing any trousers.” Rio used an appallingly awful british accent for the last word. It was good being able to have talks like this. Even after what he had seen inside that restaurant. He needed the distractions. “Right. Makes sense. Was it after that night?” Rio wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know. The less he had to talk about Adam right now the better. Those feelings were far too confusing to add on top of everything else he had going on. “Adam and I are similar. Sort of. We both come from hunter families, but mine is a bit more focused. It gives me certain advantages that typical humans don’t have.” At least Connor was willing to move past it quickly and acknowledge that Rio wasn’t using the title for himself. “Yeah, a librarian. I guess it is something like that in a way.”

Connor laughed as Rio said trousers. “I know, right? Hospital gown's just a bit lacking on the sex appeal, mate." He finished the burger he'd been working on and started on some mozzarella bites. He nodded. One thing about White Crest was that it made you pretty bloody good at switching between jokes and serious topics. That Gallows humor came in strong. "It was, yeah. After the Moon Murder Spree. Which... that was a bloody hell of a time." Literally. Connor was still trying to process it. It wasn't that he didn't trust Adam. He didn't feel that Adam would ever hurt anyone maliciously when in his right mind. It was just still a bit weird. "Good genes but none of the murder," he said with a little smile, offering Rio some fries. "Sounds good to me."

As far as Orion was concerned, everything about himself was lacking in sex appeal. But knowing Connor’s all too charming way with words, he wasn’t about to mention that. He preoccupied himself by staring at the uneaten food. He couldn’t believe Connor had grabbed all of this just to make sure Rio had something he liked. It was really nice. “Yeah. It was something like that. I’m just glad he’s back to his normal self.” Or at least the self that he presented to others. Rio still wasn’t convinced he was as easy going as he liked to claim. But he also couldn’t pretend to have spoken to him much recently. Ironically, Adam had been the first person that Rio had wanted to talk about the wolf attack with. “Right.” Rio agreed with Connor. He had discussed the hunter heritage, but he wasn’t exactly ready to break the news to him about his parent’s death. That might elicit a slightly different response. “I’ve never been much of a fighter, honestly. I definitely prefer safety.”

Connor continued to blank out the surrounding ghosts. They were growing a little louder now, as if beginning to realise that he was here. “I’m sorry, mate.” He paused sips of his coke and trying to decide whether he should even ask about this or just leave it to Rio to bring things up when he was ready. He had never been very good at holding in questions though. “So, what’s up with you and Winston? You never like, said very much about it. I know you were together at least since I moved here. They left town and you guys are… maybe broken up, or maybe not?” There was no blame in Connor’s voice, no judgement against Winston for what they’d felt they had to do. He just wanted to get Rio’s side of it. “I reckon that’s the hardest bit. The not knowing. That’d drive me nuts.”

Figuring that eventually it would come up, Orion managed a grin when Connor mentioned Winston. Looking back, making a dramatic and sappy post about heartbreak may have been a bit more melodramatic than needed. Though he felt the pain of Winston’s absence, the breakup itself had hardly been the source of his anguish. It barely constituted being considered a breakup at all. “Great question. I don’t exactly know for sure. But I don’t think it’s that bad of a thing. At least I don’t think so.” Rio shrugged. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. “When they left town, we talked about me going with. I thought about it. But eventually I decided that I couldn’t leave yet. So we left things open ended. That someday Winston might come back and the two of us will see where we are at in our lives and if we still make sense. And if anything has changed than that’s fine too.” At the time, the conversation had made sense. Rio was happy with how they had chatted. Rio had gone to sleep crying, but overall he had been content. Now, Rio stressed about what that future may hold when Winston got back. The wolf attack definitely hasn’t helped anything. “Overall, I’m really freaking sad. But I’m okay too? If that makes sense.”

"Not a bad thing?" Connor posed, expression quietly curious. He was pretty full now. He'd been casually picking away at his food the majority of this conversation. "The person you love leaving town isn't a bad thing?" He sipped his Diet Coke, shrugging. "I haven't really had a proper relationship before, but it sounds like a bad thing. They have to do what's best for them though. I don't hold it against them." You couldn't really blame anyone for wanting to leave White Crest with all the awful things that happened here, especially when someone close to you was killed in the awful circumstances Todd had died in. "Did you talk about if you can date other people?"

Orion shrugged as an answer. He couldn’t answer that question with any certainty because he wasn’t sure about his own feelings. “It’s hard to explain.” Another nervous laugh that Rio calmed by taking a drink from his cup. “They needed to go. I needed to stay. I hate not being with them, sure. That part is very bad. But I think they needed this. That makes me happy.” And it truly did. He hoped that Winston got everything needed out of their time away from town. No matter what that meant for their relationship. Winston’s happiness was the priority. “I’d say technically yes. We decided to leave things up to life.” Rio spoke slowly and carefully, “But I’m not sure it matters. I don’t really see myself dating anytime soon. It took a long time for Winston and I to even DTR.”

"That makes sense," Connor answered. “Well, last date I had, we were starting to get down to business and there was a fucking monster beaver eating my bed, so, even with this set-back, your love life’s probably better than mine,” he said with a laugh. Connor and Winston didn't know each other pretty much at all, and if Connor had a dog in this fight, it'd be Rio, but it didn't sound like there were any hard feelings. "Alright bro. I don't do relationship advice, so, stop me from eating the rest of these bloody chicken nuggets, and pleeeease tell me all the cool shit about your super powers?"

“Oh god. That’s so awkward. I can’t believe I actually feel second hand embarrassment for you about a relationship. That’s supposed to be my thing.” Orion was full on cackling now, every single breath stinging his side. He didn’t care though, because it felt so good to not be so sad. “I think we could probably battle back and forth on that one. Did I ever tell you that my sister slept with Winston? I never even did that.” He wasn’t saying it for sympathy. He wasn’t even saying it angrily. He had moved past that long ago. This was simply matter of fact, a way for Rio to tell Connor more about his life. Connor was one of the closest friends that Rio had, it was time to start being a bit more open. “Deal. I’ll stuff my face some more. I’ll even tell you about the time I got fireballed through a window.”

#paras #fangs and fries #with: rio

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asteraegis · 5 years ago

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another fucking stupid ass smut

so like this one is fryeway too because, in case you were wondering why i write them more often, it’s really easy to write about two people that behave exactly the same way you do, which is why, as a lesbian, i am hoping for a female character like them some day so i can at least have more fun with writing erotica for the women from this series. so the tags on this one are mainly: mlm, Frotting, Rimming, Fisting, Praising, Slapping, Spitting, Spanking, Gagging, Choking, Biting, Sub/Dom, top!Jacob, bottom!Edward (obviously lmao). it does have a name as do the other smuts now, but this is tumblr so it doesnt really matter but if you’re interested it’s Lap Dog. find the other shit ive written via my deviantart page in my bio

“Let me in! C’mon, open the door!” Edward Kenway shouted, pounding on the door outside of the Fryes’ apartment. A surprise thunderstorm had caught him off guard on his way home and was currently drenching the poor man like a drowned gutter rat. “Jaysus, please open the damn door!”

Edward heard a click as Jacob Frye unlocked his door. “Edward—"

Kenway shoved past him, kicking his shoes off while Jacob closed the rain outside. “Thank god you were home, mate. I hate to ask, but can I stay here for the night?”

Jacob blinked in confusion. “Uh, yeah, sure. Here, lemme get you a towel and something to wear.”

“Anything but jeans, Jake, you know I won’t fit yours,” he called after the brunette, shivering in the living room.

Jacob waved his hand in acknowledgement. “Yeah, yeah, you and your motherly hips. You best fit my sweatpants, Eddie, or else you’re wearing Evie’s bathrobe.”

“Gross, Jake.”

“Hey, she’s gone for the week, she’d never know.”

Jacob returned with the things he promised, handing them to his friend. Edward motioned for Jacob to turn around, which he did reluctantly. He then peeled off his soaking wet pants, boxer briefs, and shirt afore drying himself off with the towel from earlier and then pulled on Jacob's offered clothes. The t-shirt rested quite loose on Edward despite definitely being one Jacob stole from him; he must have taken it a while ago. The sweatpants, however, clung to Edward's damp thighs and rear more than he'd like, especially seeing as he had no underwear now. There were also several small tears in the pants, a trend among Frye's clothes. When Jacob turned around, he practically ate Edward alive with his eyes, glued to his trousers.

"Damn, my jeans really wouldn't have fit you, huh?" he laughed, Edward tugging at the fabric. "Ya know what, you can keep those. I think they look great on you, Eddie."

Edward grimaced, making Jacob laugh again, scooping up his sopping wet pile of clothes and tossing them in the dryer.

"You got a sewing kit or something? The holes on these pants are driving me mad, mate," the blonde asked from the other room, still tugging at the fabric to keep it from clinging to his skin.

"Yeah, Evie bought one a while back," Jacob knocked a few things on the shelf above him out of the way then grabbed a tiny plastic container, tossing it to him when he walked back into the den. "Here ya go, Ed."

"Thanks."

Edward sat on the couch, carefully trying not to stab himself in the leg with the needle while sewing up the old sweats. As he was finishing up the last hole, Jacob flopped down next to him holding a hefty mix of shirts and pants.

He shone Edward a puppy dog gaze. "Hey... while you're here and able to fix things... do you mind...?"

Edward scowled at him. "Really?"

"Please? I did manage to find you clothes to wear," he pleaded.

The corsair rolled his eyes, pulling the needle through and knotting the string to secure the last stitch. "Fine."

Jacob was beaming. "Ah, thanks, Eddie, you're the best!"

Edward sighed, stitching each item's tear while Jacob sprawled out with his head on Kenway's lap, scrolling through his phone.

After about ten minutes, Edward plopped the clothes onto Jacob's chest and huffed. "There, anything else you need me to do, you man-child?"

"Yeah, actually, can you make dinner please?" he replied, sitting up and setting the clothes on the coffee table.

"Are you shitting me, mate?"

"Pretty please? I'll clean the dishes afterwards."

Edward grumbled but nevertheless stood up. "Fine, but only because I'm hungry too and I know you can't cook for shit."

Jacob made a happy squeal then leapt to his feet, chanting praises behind Edward as he groggily shuffled into the kitchen. There, the blonde looked over the odd assortment of foods. The Frye twins lived like they were in a college dorm and could only make what could go in the microwave. He shook his head and opened the freezer, finding a frozen pizza haphazardly stuffed into the icebox. Edward took it out and shrugged, figuring it would do to satiate both of them, then turned on the oven.

Jacob sat at the table already, chatting up the weary-faced Edward while he put the pizza in to bake. He didn't listen to a word Jacob said, just stared at him with frustration while thinking that, even with how awful a cook Frye was, even he could follow the directions on how to bake a frozen meal. He was sure at this point Jacob was either just being lazy or genuinely had no idea what food was in his own home, though Edward assumed it was likely a mix of both predicaments.

When the timer buzzed, Edward pulled the pizza out of the oven onto a tray then cut it, feeling Jacob's wolfish gaze on the back of his neck. Knowing he wasn't going to bother getting his own food, Edward took Jacob a serving along with a plate of his own and sat across from him at the table.

"Thank you, Eddie, where would I be without you?" he said with a cheeky grin.

"Probably still out in the living room," Edward huffed.

“Yeah, and without me you’d still be outside.”

The two ate in relative silence, Edward scrolling through his phone to show Jacob he wasn't interested in any small talk. He finished before the brunette so he slid him his plate and kept looking at his screen. Jacob picked up the tableware and tray the pizza used to be on and scrubbed them down at the sink, setting them over a towel to dry on the counter, then returned to his seat at the table. Edward barely glanced at him so Jacob frowned, knowing Edward had caught on to his scheme of pretend incompetence.

"I finished the dishes; do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"It's still thundering, mate, power might blow."

"Okay... Do you want to—"

"No, not particularly, Jake."

Jacob squinted at Edward, seeing that yes, in fact, he was mad at him for making him do so much. He sighed, figuring he needed to show his friend he was truly thankful.

"So, Ed—"

"No."

Jacob kicked Edward under the table. "Ya know, even after being so nice earlier you still are an arsehole, Eddie."

"Yeah, I am, thanks," he replied, kicking Jacob back harder.

"I wasn't praising you," Jacob muttered, kicking him again.

Edward set his phone down and glared at him. "Kick me one more fucking time," Jacob sat still and the corsair nodded. "That's what I thought."

As soon as Edward picked his phone back up, Jacob smirked and kicked him in the knee.

"That's fucking it, mate!" Edward slapped his phone down then shoved himself away from the table.

Jacob hopped to his feet, excited that the pair were finally doing something. He backed into the living room as Edward charged at him, tackling Jacob to the ground and pinning his arms down under his knees. Edward then grabbed Jacob's throat with both hands, tucking his fingers deep under Frye's jaw.

"I fixed your goddamn clothes, I cooked you a fucking meal, and now what? You want me to entertain you?" Edward shouted at him.

Jacob coughed as he laughed, straining himself to choke back, "C-considering I gave you shel-shelter and clothes, yeah, Eddie, I-I do, and it seems I'm get-getting my way right now."

Edward groaned, removing his right hand from Jacob's neck and backhanding him. "Goddammit would you just shut the hell up, Jake?"

Jacob snickered under Edward, slowly turning his head back to face him. "D-damn, Ed, you h-hit hard."

Edward moved his hands to hold down Jacob's wrists, leaning into him so their faces were closer. "What the fuck is it gonna take to keep you quiet?!"

Jacob grunted as Edward pressed his thumbs into his wrists' centers and buried his nails in his forearms. "You could try slapping me again."

Edward shook his head. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I would, actually—" As Jacob was replying with another snarky remark, Edward rolled his eyes and spit on his face. "Ew! What the fuck, Edward?!"

Kenway flashed a smug grin at him as he started kicking his legs and protesting. "Keep talking and I'm aiming for your mouth next time, mate."

The two glared at each other for a short minute, both breathing heavy with irritation. Jacob snarled then began writhing around, Edward having to shove harder at his wrists to keep Jacob planted to the floor. The brunette thrusted his hips upwards in an attempt to buck Edward off him, successfully throwing the lighter man off balance. Jacob slid out from under him and with haste clambered onto Edward's back to hold him down. With one hand he grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and with the other he wiped Edward's saliva off his cheek.

"Nasty cunt," Jacob growled, tugging Edward's head back to look up at him.

The blonde squirmed under him, trying to kick his way free. "Get off me, Jacob!"

"Well, I might have done that if you hadn't spat on me!" Jacob's eyes glinted with a fiendish plan. Edward instantly caught on and began wriggling more, but to no avail. With both of his hands clutching his face, Jacob held Edward still long enough to return the favor, spitting onto his nose. "See? How do you like it?"

Edward whined as his face was shoved against the carpet. "Okay, fine! I'm sorry I spat on you, but I think we're even now, mate! Please, get the hell off me!"

Jacob shook his head, petting his fingers through Edward's hair. "Tsk, tsk, I don't think so. I think you need to prove to me you're worth respecting again after that."

"What?! Jake, get off—"

Jacob wrenched Edward's head back, giving him mild whiplash and making the man whimper. "I recommend you stop struggling and that you keep quiet, my dear sailor," He stood up to move to the couch, pulling Edward along with him. Sitting on the loveseat now, he still held the blonde tightly by the hair in his right hand while his left rested on his thigh. Edward winced as he was jerked down to kneel in front of Jacob and gaze up at him. "Can I get a 'yes sir?'"

"Fuck yo—"

Jacob slapped Edward across the face with the back of his left hand, making Kenway yelp and bite his tongue. "Can I get a 'yes sir?'"

Edward swallowed hard, then flicked his eyes up at Jacob's. "Yes... sir..."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Edward huffed then spit the blood from his tongue bite onto the floor. "Yes. Sir."

Jacob smiled. "Good boy. Now wait here, I'm going to get you some gifts."

Edward grudgingly sat still, both out of curiosity in what stunt Jacob was about to pull and out of worry that if he decided to run off Jacob would do far worse to him once he caught up. He didn't have to wait long as Frye soon returned holding a black travel bag. He resumed to his seat in front of Edward, rustling his hair as he walked by.

"Thank you for waiting, Eddie, you’re so loyal," he leered, unzipping the bag. He pulled out a collar, a leather leash and harness, a pair of metal handcuffs, and a ball gag. "Turn around and undress yourself. Slowly."

Edward nervously eyed the items as he stood up and began disrobing. Jacob laid back on the sofa, his stare engraving itself into Edward's body. Kenway finally kicked off the sweat pants and placed the clothes on the coffee table. Jacob scooted to the edge of his seat and pulled Edward by the hips toward him, grabbing his wrists and handcuffing them behind his back. He then ordered for Edward to kneel down, which he hesitated in doing, resulting in Jacob yanking Edward's hair and repeating his demand in a brusquer tone. Once he had lowered, Jacob latched the collar around him and tightened it so it would rest around Edward's throat like a choker. He clipped the leash onto it. Next, he fastened the leather harness around Edward's chest.

“Open your mouth,” Jacob demanded. Edward pressed his lips firmer together, resulting in Frye smacking the side of his head, making Edward’s ears ring for a moment. “I said open your fucking mouth.”

Edward did this time; the ball gag being pulled into place in the pirate's jaws and fixed firmly in place, the ball resting over his tongue.

He chuckled with satisfaction. "There we are, now bend over my lap."

Edward turned towards Jacob and did so, Jacob's knees pressing uncomfortably into his ribcage.

"That's a good boy," Frye cooed, entwining his right hand's fingers around the leash so it was pulled taut. He slapped his left hand onto Edward's ass, causing him to yelp. “Aw, does it hurt when I smack you like this?”

Edward attempted to reply, but all he could muster was a weak moan past the gag.

Jacob snickered, spanking his friend again and receiving another cry in response. “I’m glad. Your little moans are cute.”

Edward whimpered as he smacked him again, his ears turning red at the sound of Jacob’s gruff laughter. He squeezed his ass in his palm, Edward’s skin turning pink where he had been hit. Jacob sat back against the couch, pulling Kenway up next to him by the leash. He shoved him down onto his back, pulling Edward’s legs up to swing over Jacob’s shoulders, much of Edward’s weight now pressing into the back of his neck.

The Englishman groped both of Edward’s thighs, situating himself in place with the privateer’s round ass at his chin. Jacob kissed down Edward’s inner thigh, stopping at the underside of his cheek and biting his flesh. His tongue trailed to his taint, licking down Edward in a circular motion. He kissed his rim, the blonde man squirming as the tongue slipped inside him. Drool dripped onto his chin and cheeks past the ball gag, his fingers curling into his palm as Jacob moved his thumb to massage Edward’s taint. He continued stroking his tongue about and inside Kenway, pressing his lips to him as well. Jacob pulled back from lapping at Edward, inserting his middle and index finger into him. Edward’s voice betrayed him, purring as the fingers slid up to Jacob’s knuckles. Jacob took note of this and grinned, sliding in his ring and pinky finger as well, getting a louder purr in reply. He tucked his thumb in, Edward’s moan far strident than the former, arching his back away from Jacob, his cock twitching while Frye gradually began to gently fist him. Jacob grabbed Edward’s harness with his free hand and laid friend across the couch, still prodding inside him. Edward whimpered in pain, his arms aching from the strain of laying on them and Jacob’s fist flexing inside him. Jacob’s free hand travelled up Edward’s chest, tracing over his stomach, rib cage, and toying with his nipple, pinching and pulling it. Edward groaned, his body tingling and toes curling.

Jacob leaned into Edward’s throat, letting his breath tease his skin. “Enjoying this, are you, my dear?” Edward mewled, his hips shaking as his cock quivered, his breath quickening. “I thought you might, naughty as you are.”

He bit Edward’s jaw causing a pained yelp. Jacob removed his fist from Edward’s rear, reaching around and unzipping his own jeans. Frye pressed his body against his skin, taking both their members in his hand and rubbing them against each other. Edward writhed about under him and grinded against Jacob, hoping he’d understand that he wanted his cock inside him already, enough with the teasing. The brunette trailed his tongue up Edward’s jaw line to his ear and nibbled him there too, then blew in his ear, making the gagged man squeal. Edward wrapped his legs around Jacob’s midsection and pulled him closer, Jacob having to prop himself up with both hands.

“Hungry little dog, aren’t you?” Jacob snickered, pressing himself against Edward’s ass. “Just so eager for me to be inside you again, hm?” He shoved one of his hands around Edward’s throat and immediately tightened his white-knuckled grip, Edward’s eyes watering. “Put your legs down, welcher,” Edward did as he was told, receiving a congratulatory pat on the cheek. “Good boy.”

Jacob flipped Edward over, shoving his face in the couch’s cushions, the slobber from the ball gag wiping over the fabric. He propped his weight up by holding the back of Kenway’s neck, his other hand guiding his cock at last inside him. He thrusted in calmly, to further tease Edward, who grinded his ass against his pelvis.

Jacob laughed and tautened his grip on his neck. “All right, fine, but only since you’ve been behaving so well, my sweet sailor.”

He bucked his hips, picking up his pace progressively until he reached a speed in which Edward was crying out almost nonstop. Edward was short of breath with his nose in the sofa and his eyes were clenched shut as he braced himself for each stroke. He found his tongue pressed to the ball gag, like he was a puppy nursing on its mother’s teat. Every now and then Jacob would fiercely slap Edward’s ass with his free hand which would make Edward groan deeply for the moment. A sudden thunder clap resonated through Frye’s apartment, startling Kenway and making him clench. Jacob bit his lip and pulled Edward’s head back by the hair.

“Trying to end it so soon, Eddie? But the fun’s just beginning!” he crowed, pushing his chest down to Edward’s back and biting his shoulder.

Edward gave a shrill cry as the teeth buried into his flesh. He tried to squirm out of the bite, but moving made him feel like his skin was about to tear open. He laid still, letting himself sink into the couch cushions while Jacob’s teeth sank into him. When he pulled back, deep marks were left in Edward’s skin, matching the bite on his thigh from earlier. He licked the wound as a small trace of blood from where his canines had dug themselves in dripped out. Edward’s skin stung at the touch of Jacob’s tongue to the cuts, whimpering as Jacob propped himself up higher to return to focusing on fucking Edward harder. As Edward began to reach climax, Jacob pulled out and spun Edward onto his back again, finishing the blonde off by rubbing his cock against his. Kenway’s stomach flexed as he came, white ropes striping him as he lay there trembling. Jacob tilted his head down, moving to a bent over position off the couch and licked Edward’s stomach clean, then moved to his head, running his left hand over his shaft while his right took off Edward’s gag. Immediately the pirate gasped and stretched his jaw, sore from it being forced open for so long. Jacob pulled at the leash to bring Edward upright, sliding onto his knees off the sofa, his face in front of Jacob’s pelvis.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he whispered to him.

Edward listened, of course, sticking his tongue out and Jacob pressed the head of his cock to it, spraying into Edward’s throat. He closed his mouth and swallowed, then put his lips to Jacob’s dick and sucked him clean, his half-closed eyes sleepily gazing up at Jacob’s satisfied grin. After a moment, Frye shoved Edward back, tucking his cock into his pants and zipping them. He sat on the couch, Edward turning around on his knees to face him, and Jacob dragged him by the leash up next to him, his head resting on Jacob’s lap.

He ran his fingers through his yellow hair, Edward lightly breathing with his eyes shut. “You really are obedient, aren’t you, Eddie?”

Edward sighed. “… Shut up.”

Jacob chuckled and unclipped his collar, leash, and harness. He patted Edward’s cheek and motioned for him to flip over. He reached around at unlocked the handcuffs, noticing red indents from forcing Edward to lay on the cuffs across his wrists. He put the “gifts” away in their bag then tapped Edward on his lower back.

“I’m done, you can put clothes on now.”

Edward groaned but nevertheless stood up and began pulling the clothes back on. As his shirt was tugged into place, Jacob pulled Edward onto his lap, resting his chin on the shoulder he had bit. Edward winced from the sting, squirming slightly. Frye rubbed cheek against Edward’s neck, adjusting himself to plant kisses along his neck and jaw. He pushed Edward’s hair out of his way and tugged his head back by the pony tail to kiss him on the mouth, licking Edward’s lips. Edward opened his mouth and Jacob snuck his tongue under his, then drew back. Kenway bit Jacob’s lip until the skin tore, then forced Jacob down onto his back and laid on top of him, kissing Jacob more, holding his wrists down to keep his hands from wandering. After he got his full, he curled up in the crook of Jacob’s arm, sighing deeply.

A warm smile spread onto Jacob’s face, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch onto Edward and took a deep breath in. I suppose I’m sleeping in jeans tonight, he thought, laying one last kiss on Edward’s head and an arm around his side afore closing his eyes, feeling himself drift off with his friend.

#thanks for somehow making it through this if you read it #i know its fucked up just a little but hey thats what im into #fryeway #edward #jacob #i write #ac4 #acs #assassins creed but i dont really wanna tag it #i am planning on writing a sequel to my evandra fic from kassandra' perspective so #that may never happen but know im planning it #its 1:25am

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darkhymns-fic · 5 years ago

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For Sweet Cookies and Almost-Dates

Sheena wants to ask Colette out on a date. Zelos tries to help. But Sheena is just that good at self-sabotaging.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Sheena Fujibayashi/Colette Brunel, Zelos Wilder, Raine Sage Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Made for @talesfemslashweek and the first prompt! Cookies - First Love. I wrote this as very silly, forgive me.

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“Sheena, babe. It’s now or never.”

“I know what I’m doing, okay?! And don't call me that!” Sheena gripped her arms tight, pacing back and forth inside the house. Not like her status as Chief allowed her much time for luxury, and with some of her friends visiting Mizuho again, she couldn’t waste this opportunity.

Zelos sat on the floor, shifting every so often and so goddamn unused to Mizuho’s seating arrangements. “Seriously though. Little Angel’s only here for a bit anyway. Us former Chosens gotta reassure the new world and all.”

“Oh my god, just shut up.” Sheena pushed back her hair, knowing she messed it up again for the billionth time. “Okay, I’m ready. Now back off and don’t leer for once in your life.”

Zelos just shrugged, already prepared for Sheena to crash and burn.

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“I’m just saying,” Raine was postulating, looking down at the outdoor grill set that some locals were using to cook up their fish supper. “If you add a nice confectionary taste to it… say some strawberry tarts, or some pudding, it would really balance well with the crispiness of the food.”

Usually where Genis would calm his sister down, Colette only approved of it, delightfully clapping her hands. “That’s such a creative idea, Professor!”

Sheena, who was just a few feet away, ignored the nightmarish dinner suggestion, and walked straight up to the ex-Chosen girl. “Hey.”

Colette turned around, her smile never wavering. “Sheena! It’s been so long. Sorry, we were both just traveling so much, or we would have visited sooner.”

“Oh, that’s um, that’s not a problem at all!” Sheena responded with too high of a voice. She cleared her throat. “Not like I wasn’t busy being Chief and all! I don’t think even Lloyd and Genis have stopped by yet.”

“Oh, that’s right. They’re really working hard on gathering the Exspheres!”

If they continued this conversation, Colette would just start talking about their friends and all they were doing, all while Raine side-eyed with some suspicion. But she would stand her ground. She would do what she came to do, what she had wanted to ever since Colette had kindly asked for her name despite being marked for assassination.

Colette, would you like to go out with me? Like, to have lunch? In, in a date kind of way? Not just as friends. Unless you want us to be friends? W-why am I messing up in my own fantasy?

“Colette.” She said suddenly, just dropping the name from her mouth like a lead weight. The addressed girl gave Sheena her full attention. Then blinked when nothing followed up.

Sheena started again. “Colette,” she said once more, but still… that was it.

“Um, yes, Sheena? I’m still here!”

God damn it she was so cute. Sheena took another breath, clenched her fists, and leaned forward to give it her all. “Colette!”

Colette flinched from the loudness of her voice. So did Raine, who frowned disapprovingly. “Excuse me, there is no need to shout.”

Faced with the Professor who never really trusted her, and the wondering eyes of the girl she liked, Sheena was faced with a decision that would define her from then on.

She hightailed it out of there, right in front of her friends and people.

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“Man, Sheena. I didn’t think you’d blow it this bad…” Zelos shook his head, leaning away from one of the house’s windows once she came back in.

“You were watching!? I told you to lay off!”

“Clearly you need a master to show you the ropes. Here, lemme practice one of my best pick-up lines.” Zelos winked, flicking a strand of red hair over his shoulder. “Or I could just go over to angel face herself and demonstrate-”

“You’re going to do nothing to me, or to Colette, unless you want a knee to your stomach.” Sheena took another breath, loosening up her limbs as she prepared herself once again. “I can do this. So just… stop trying to make me feel bad about it.”

Zelos had a serious look on his face, all traces of his amusement gone. “Hey, I know you can do it, Sheena.” Then a grin. “But you can’t blame me for enjoying all the trial and error stuff going on, too! Ah, the beauty of first love~”

“Ugh.”

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“Hello there, young lady! Are you here to buy my secret notebook?”

Colette shook her head. “Oh, that’s okay! I’m sure we got that the last time we were here, too!”

“Ah, I recognize you now!” The shopkeeper was the only one of his kind in Mizuho, though he still dressed in his traditional ninja garb as he doled out his deals. “Then that means you’re on the lookout for an assortment of secrets. Or maybe… you’re looking to be my new secretary? Eh?”

Colette blinked. “No, I don’t think so!”

“Well, I have all sorts of other secretive wares that you might be interested in-“

“Oh, a doggie!” Colette gasped at the little canine seated by the stall, a Shiba Inu with a wide smile and a short wagging tail.

“Ah, that’s my dog, Secretariat! Please no petting.”

How is he able to… do that actually? But Sheena had no time for worrying about mysterious shopkeepers and their weird way of talking. She walked up to Colette again, breathing out a sigh of relief when she saw that Raine was nowhere in sight.

Colette still had her good hearing though and turned quickly to Sheena. “Hi! I was wondering where you went!”

“Chief Sheena! Are you here to share some sec-”

“No thanks, I’m good.” Sheena closed her eyes for a moment, then faced Colette again. “Look, I just- I mean, um, I want to ask you something!”

“Oh, of course!” Colette waited there for Sheena’s question patiently.

The wind blew through the trees in the following awkward silence. Even the shopkeeper had to turn away, no longer so confident about his secret wares.

“Do you…uh…” Sheena’s mouth went dry instantly. Not even with Lloyd had she been this weird about it! “Do you… are you having fun traveling with Raine?” Why am I so bad at this?

Colette looked a bit surprised at the question, and… there was something else in her eyes. But it went away before Sheena could observe it better. For an information-gathering ninja, Sheena couldn’t really read people well, she realized…

“I have! It’s been so helpful having the Professor along when we’re traveling to the other cities. We’ve also been trying to help the half-elves we come across whenever we can.”

“That sounds good! Great!” Sheena said probably way too enthusiastically. “I mean, I think I might not do so well traveling with her myself, what with her cooking and all.” She kicked herself mentally for the comment. Why would Colette want to hear her trash talk about her own teacher?

“Oh, that’s fine. I actually…” Colette looked to the side, then leaned forward towards Sheena with a conspiratorial air. “I can control my tastebuds now, so it’s never bad when I eat her cooking! And it makes her happy, too!”

Dang, with that handy ability, they really did make the perfect traveling team. And also, just the way Colette tried to whisper her a secret was so adorable. She had to take her chance now.

“Hey, so, I got something else to tell you…” To prepare herself, she drew a big, deep breath.

And it was then that a giant bug flew right into her mouth. “Ack!”

Colette, worry etched in her features, held up her hands. “Oh! Are you okay?”

Not really, I just swallowed a bug! But she didn’t say that. She just continued to hack and cough.

The dog yipped loudly, and the shopkeeper stood back a little, probably weirded out by his Chief. Colette wasn’t moving away, however. She rushed to Sheena, placing gentle hands on her cheeks. Oh goddess oh what the hell she’s touching me she’s so close. “Just! Um, try to breathe! Should I get the Professor?”

Even after everything, Sheena still didn’t feel much affinity for Raine, but maybe that was better than dying because of a bug. This was so dumb! And gross!

But eventually, she turned away from Colette to cough out whatever bug that just decided to ruin everything. Just. Everything. But she didn’t see a bug? Did she swallow nothing? Like actual nothing?

Colette would have seen it, right? But she was still there, holding Sheena’s face in her soft hands. “Sheena?”

“W-water! Just! Um!” Sheena flinched, sneakily getting out of Colette’s hold like the top ninja village Chief she was! And then stumbled slightly as she did so. “I need water bye!”

Colette stayed in place, hands held over nothing as she watched Sheena bravely run away from her again.

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“Hey, Sheena. Third time’s the charm, ain’t it?”

Once the ninja crawled out from under the tatami mat and her overwhelming embarrassment, she stood before Zelos and sighed. “I guess.”

Zelos was reaching into his pocket. “Here. This also swoons moi whenever the ladies do this for me!”

“That better not be a dirty euphemism, I swear to-”

“Some cookies! I mean, most people give me fish or whatever, but I remember Colette having a bit of a sweet tooth.” He tossed a small bundle of chocolate chip cookies to Sheena, who caught it deftly in her right hand despite being halfway deep in depression.

“I just give her this?” That seemed far too easy… So easy that even I can’t mess this up!

“Exactly,” Zelos then said as if he could read her mind? Could he read her mind? Please that would be a nightmare.

“Just give her the sweet cookies, and then go and sweet talk her. She’ll be all over you before you know it.”

Well, how could it get any worse?

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What was it about Colette that she liked so much anyway?

Sheena had never connected well with anyone, certainly not in her village, even though it seemed most people accepted her now. And she definitely didn’t connect with that loud-mouthed Chosen, no matter what anyone thought! But even as she was ordered to slay Colette, something kept putting her off it (besides falling into pits).

One night, before joining Colette’s group, she had snuck into her room at an inn, kunai in hand, ready to slit her throat. But the moonlight had hit her hair in just a certain place, making Sheena blink rapidly. The girl had been pale, tucked deep underneath the covers and, for a short moment, Sheena had wanted to kiss her. Even Zelos wouldn’t have been this creepy.

But she had wanted to and had even reached out to stroke away a few strands of the girl’s hair from her face before she realized what she was doing. She had then promptly leapt out of the window in shame.

There had been other, less-weird happenings afterwards, such as sitting next to Colette by the campfire, or staying near her when the girl would stumble over a rock in their path… and then they’d both just fall over. Still, Colette never seemed to mind. The light feeling in her stomach always fluttered whenever Sheena was near her, zapping away at her voice.

Luckily, this would be a lot more different now. She would talk more! And just giving her some cookies wasn’t as weird. Or as creepy. Hopefully?

“Sheena! Are you okay now?” Colette was already rushing towards her before Sheena could prepare herself more. Had she been waiting? “I got so worried when you started choking…”

“It’s- it’s okay! Happens all the time.” Did I really just say that!? Sheena blushed, grasping the cookies tightly in her hand. “Colette, sorry, but I wanted to tell you something… and maybe it’ll be easier if I give you something instead.”

At that, she saw the wonder in Colette’s eyes, a soft smile lifting her cheeks. Even after all she had been through, she managed to be so excited and happy at times. Sheena couldn’t help but admire it fully. “You mean like a present?”

“Yeah, like that.” Okay, here goes. With a deep breath, Sheena raised up her hand that held the cookies, to present it to Colette with all the love she felt. This would be her first gift to Colette… maybe something they could even look back to, as they went on their date. Yes, she could do this! “Colette, will you go out-”

She flung the cookies straight past Colette’s head….

Straight past the small river that ran around the Chief’s house…

Straight past the startled shopkeeper tending to his not-so-secret dog…

…And right into Raine’s face as she walked up the path. Cookies exploded everywhere in a crumbly mess.

“Why do people keep throwing things at my head?!”

For the third time that day, Sheena ran away again past a wide-eyed Colette, basically stumbling into the swinging panel of the house head-first.

Even Zelos didn’t have the strength to make fun of her anymore.

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“I’m an idiot and I should just die.”

“That’s more my line, you know,” Zelos was saying, but Sheena could tell his heart was not in it. The guy didn’t even laugh obnoxiously. That’s how she knew she messed up so badly.

She eventually was convinced to leave the house instead of burying herself under a kotatsu to wallow in her misery. Though getting a few stares here and there as she walked through the village, it was at the very least with amusement instead of vitriol? That counted for something?

Ugh, she still wanted to die though.

It was already time to say their goodbyes to Colette, and Sheena was less than thrilled. She couldn’t even force a smile. She had one task! Just one! And she couldn’t even do that. At least Zelos wasn’t making fun of her anymore. He looked about as disappointed as she was, occasionally patting her back in comfort without making it creepy. Even if he did, she didn’t have the energy to smack him anyway.

They both came near the village gates, where Raine saying something quickly to Colette, and Colette was talking back. Raine then shook her head, but Colette looked so adamant, until the Professor could only shrug. This was followed by Colette rushing over to Sheena.

“Sheena!” she shouted so suddenly, it brought the ninja out of her funk.

“Uh-”

“I have something to ask you! Um, would you, um, would you please go out with me? Like on a date, I mean? Like more than friends? But just friends is fine too…”

“I uh-”

“I think you’re very nice and so much fun, and you’re always looking out for me! If it’s okay, could we maybe go out to Meltokio next week? There’s supposed to be a festival and I’d like to be with you for that!”

“I…I…uh…”

Zelos nudged Sheena in the ribs. “Say yes, idiot,” he hissed.

“Um! Y-yes!”

Colette smiled wide at that. She even did a little hop on her toes at the answer. “That’s great! So, I will see you there next week? Or should I come here?”

“Uh.. uhhhh-”

“The Chief here would love to be picked up by her angel, as long as you both got some Rheiards!” Zelos said helpfully.

“Okay! I will be here next week! I’m so excited!” Colette reached out for a hug, which Sheena only had enough sense to return. Then once she stepped back, Colette gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Both were soon blushing fiercely.

“Ah, sorry! I just… got a little carried away.” Colette smiled nervously, but still so cutely. “I’ll see you later!” Then in a whisper. “M-maybe we can have some cookies at the festival…”

Soon she ran off back to Raine, who while clearly not approving, gave her precious student a gentle smile for her initiative.

Once both left, Sheena was still standing there, stunned.

Zelos patted her back again, this time with a little more enthusiasm. “Guess you got lucky there.”

Yeah. Yeah she did, and she was so glad for it.

#talesfemslashweek2019 #tales of symphonia #shelette #Sheena Fujibayashi #colette brunel #fanfiction #one shot

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 7 years ago

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Can you write a scenario (angst) where Nishinoya and his fem!s/o have an argument and it ends up in her running out of the house but she gets it by a car. it would be great if you could do oikawa too but dont if its too much work. thank you! xx

I’m just really thirsty for an angsty Nishinoya scenario. Could any of you satisfy my thirst? (This sounds so dirty, I didn’t even mean to omg)

I’m just going to add these two requests!!! Both are asking for Nishinoya angst PLUS an extra Oikawa angst for funsies! I am so beyond happy that you all like my level of angst… Which isn’t actually a level it’s more like an assortment of angsty shit I’ve read and watched lol! I hope you all like what I’ve come up with! Thank you for requesting! - Admin Satori

Nishinoya Yuu:

“______! Check out this awesome bruise I got today from Ryuu’s spike!” Nishinoya bounded up next to you as you walked home from school. You looked over at what he was showing excitedly; the insides of his elbows and forearms were covered in dark purple bruises, and you almost felt sick to your stomach looking at them. But his excitement was out of this world, he looked completely pleased with himself and stood up straight as he walked next to you, he was just barely taller than you, but his hair made up for most of it.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest, smacking away his hand when he tried to grab yours, “Yuu, bruises are only cool and awesome and badass to a specific point…. You passed that a long time ago… your bruises look bad, Yuu.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Like… ‘Oh my god, does he get abused by his girlfriend’ bad.” You explained yourself better, glancing over at him when he let out a bark fo a laugh.

“Oh no way! No one thinks that, _____! I promise!” He smiled widely, feeling his body buzzing at your admittance of being his girlfriend. It wasn’t something brand new, you’d admitted it before, you’d talked about dating him on a daily basis to his friends and yours because you knew he liked it. He liked everyone knowing he was going out with you and that you were his first real girlfriend and he’d actually beaten Tanaka to the punch of getting a girl to go out with him. It was a pride thing. A boy thing.

You let out a long sigh, “That’s no the point, Yuu. Not every practice needs your 130% effort…. It’s practice, sweetie, you’re supposed to work on things you have issues on, not rock the whole gym with your mad skillz…. Yo.” You knew he wasn’t taking you seriously, and you knew it was probably because you weren’t taking it too seriously either. He wasn’t going to take your concerns seriously, and you knew that the moment you’d met him.

And it wasn’t because he just didn’t care, but because he knew what his body could and couldn’t handle. He knew his limits, and he’d assured you about it day in and day out that he was doing just fine! But still, it was your job to worry. You’d known him as a kid, and how he was now in high school was a radically different person altogether.

Nishinoya smiled, continuing to brush off your worry, reaching out a bit and wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he walked next to you, “But if I don’t give all my effort, how am I going to know if I’ve improved?” He pointed out, not realizing that his logic didn’t really make too much sense to anyone who had a brain. But you sighed as a response and his smile faltered, “A-are….. Are you mad at me, _____?” He asked curiously, sensing tension in the air around the two of you, knowing you’d let out sighs as a way to get out all the steam from the rage boiling inside your very soul. Which is something he liked about you; While he was bouncing off the walls with all this positive energy and radiated so much light, you preferred to keep it bottled and hidden for the most part, only showing who you were to those you deemed worthy…. Like Yin and Yang. Two sides to the same coin.

“No… Yuu… I’m not mad… Just a little worried…” You assured quietly, reading over and pressing your lips to his cheek before you stopped at the crosswalk, “I’ve got to go drop off my friends homework since she missed today… I’ll catch up with you.” You gave him the softest smile you could muster in this trying time before turning towards the crosswalk and making your trek to the other sidewalk as the sign dinged in approval.

Of course, not everything worked perfectly 100% of the time. Not even in Japan.

Suddenly you were thrown into the air, your body coming into contact with something that cracked hard, before tumbling over the roof of something made of metal and falling to the street on the other side. Your head cracked against the asphalt and you lost consciousness. Nishinoya stared from the sidewalk, not believing what he’d just seen, but his body was moving before he could come to terms with it, and suddenly you were being cradled in his arms in the middle of the road. “H-H…. HELP! HELP! Someone! Please!!! Call an ambulance! Please!” Nishinoya’s voice strained to be heard, not because he’d yelled too much that day but because his entire body was in panic mode; his throat was closing in on his volume control and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to yell before he was thrown into coughing fits. “Oh my god…. Please, ____, open your eyes… Look at me… Please wake up. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” His voice broke, not even realizing he’d started crying until after he saw one of his tears fall on your face and trail down your own cheek.

An annoying beeping sound pierced into your conciseness and you felt your spirit reaching out to try to shut it up, but nothing of your physical form moved to stop the beeping. Nothing moved at all. You could hear voices, hear people’s strained and stressed tones; At one point you could have sworn you heard panicked yelling and arguing. You wanted to tell them to shut up. To let you sleep. You were tired, exhausted.

Then suddenly you were filled with pain, every single nerve in your body imploding in on itself before splattering out in multiple instances of fire and burning ash. It got so bad, it felt so terrible, it stabbed your very soul for so long… You thought there was no end to it. Maybe this would be the rest of your life, just pure pain. Nothing but pain and loud voices - what an awful existence. What a terrible way to live. Were you even living anymore? You didn’t feel like you were. What kind of God would allow you to suffer so long while still alive?

Was this hell?

Finally, the beeping became too much to handle, and your eyes flashed open, your lungs inhaling oxygen as if they’d been suffocated for weeks. You blinked a few times, trying to understand what it was you were looking at, what it was you were feeling pulling at the entirety of your body.

You were in a hospital. A bed. You were the patient. It was dim in your room, the rising sun’s orange rays bathing your hospital room in visual fire. There was someone in the room with you, someone leaning their head on the bed, someone sleeping just a few inches from where you’d been. Without moving too much, knowing there’d only be more pain if you did, you looked over to see a boy. Young. High school. Jet black hair falling on his forehead, a blond streak being the only spot of color in all the black. You briefly wondered if he dyed his hair or if it was just a genetic thing. His expression was a mix of anguish and worry, and you wanted to reach out and stroke his face, wanted to stroke his eyebrows smoothed so he didn’t get any wrinkles. His face was too delicate to have something like worry lines marring it.

But you must have moved too much because suddenly his eyes snapped open, staring up at you before widening and his mouth tugging at the corners into a wide smile.

“______! Oh my God! You’re okay! You’re awake!!” He reached forward and wrapped his arms around you as best he could so as not to pull on or mess up any of the equipment you were hooked up to. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need to me to get a nurse?” He asked, his voice showing his relief at your well being, “Oh thank God.” He sighed, pressing his lips to the side of your head and closing his eyes.

You felt awkward, reaching one hand behind him and patting his back soothingly but mechanically. You cleared your throat and he pulled back from you, his eyebrows furrowing again in confusion at your reaction to his affection - his relieved affection at that. “I’m sorry…. This is terribly embarrassing…” You blushed a bit, looking down at the needle in your arm, keeping you hooked to an IV bag just off to the side. “Um… But… Who are you?”

Nishinoya’s eyes dimmed, his heart breaking in his chest.

This was definitely hell.

Oikawa Tooru:

“Tooru! You need to take it easy! You’re going to end up damaging you knee so much you’ll be in a walker by the time you hit 40!” You pleaded with your stubborn boyfriend, watching as he limped over to the front door, grabbing his coat. The two of you had been at this time and time again, always fighting about his safety, his health, his knee. You’d been there for his accident, when his knee had connected so hard with the polished wood during a game you could hear his bones clack together above all the noise of the gym. The doctors deemed it a career ender, something he’d never be able to play with anymore, but Oikawa was…. well, he was Oikawa. Stubborn as hell.

“I’m fine, _____-chan! Nothing a little icy hot won’t fix.” He assured, brushing off your concern once again. You huffed and walked over to stand just behind him, and you could see his shoulders set firmly, He was ready to fight you on this again. Again. And he would continue to fight you on the subject, no matter how stupid he was being or how repetitive it got. “Seriously, _____-chan, you don’t have to worry about me so much~. I’m fine.” He tried to assure you again, but the serious look in your eye gave him chills. “Come on, Iwa-chan is waiting for us with Makki and Mattsun!” While Oikawa was many things, a sweet talker being one of the many skills he possessed, he’d never been able to completely convince you to let go of a subject.

Your hands clenched by your sides, “Tooru.. Seriously…. You only get two knees… One’s already busted really bad and the other… You’re putting too much pressure on your legs by walking around while wounded…” But he only pulled his coat and scarf closer to his neck and chin before walking out of the house in front of you. “Tooru!” You yelled, surprised he’d just ignore you like that and take off without you. You quickly pulled on your shoes and jacket before rushing after him, grabbing his coat and tugging him to a stop, “Why aren’t you letting me help you? That’s all I’m asking of you, Tooru…. Just let me help you. You let everyone lean on you for everything - for games, for support and foundation, for guidance… And as annoying as you are, everything you do is greatly appreciated by those who receive that help…. But that leaves you wide open for your own faults and misleadings…” You tugged his jacket again, “Tooru… Just let me be your support. Let me help you. Lean on me.”

Oikawa froze, his eyes staring ahead of him at the sidewalk on the other side of the road, wanting so badly to just run away from the situation. He rarely let down his guard, rarely pulled down his walls for you to see him as he truly was. But somehow you always found your way in regardless if he was willing or not. You were there. Through everything. From the moment he found out his knee was going to be ruined forever, to now when he’s feeling the ebbing pain of that same knee coursing through his bones. He knew you were right, and he wanted so badly to lean on you for support. But he was scared. Oikawa Tooru, the grand king of Seijoh was nothing more than a scared baby.

Taking a deep breath, Oikawa allowed himself to nod, looking down at his shoes in shame for wanting to run away so easily. He bit his bottom lip and turned his body to be able to see you a bit more clearly, hoping you didn’t see the way tears were starting to brew in his light brown eyes. You felt your heart squeeze in your chest. You’d never wanted to hurt him, never wanted to make him cry, but you had to be rough with him to show him his ways, to show him that he wasn’t alone. Just like in his games, he wasn’t alone off the court. You reached up and stroked his cheek gently, “Don’t cry, Tooru…. I’m here…” You smiled gently, leaning on your toes before kissing a tear away from the corner of his eye before it was able to trail down his cheek.

He sniffled, reaching up and wiping his tears away furiously, “Aw, _____-chan~, you think I was crying? There’s no way~ I’d ever cry in public~.” His voice broke a bit and you giggled at the way his eyes widened just the tiniest in embarrassment. He cleared his throat a bit rougher than usual and took your hand in his, pulling you towards the walkway between the sidewalks of the road, “Come now, _____-chan~ we can grab a knee brace for me before meeting with our wonderful friends!” He reached up again and rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve, his focus being on trying to look good in public… and not on the road he was crossing.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’d reached out and pushed Oikawa out of the way, just barely catching a glimpse of him falling before your body collided with a car running the light you were crossing at. The front bumper hit your legs first, causing your body to crumple into the windshield of the car, creating a spiders web of shattered glass before you were flying over the roof of the car and landing on the hard, wet asphalt of the street. You laid there, barely finding any strength to keep your eyes open, not even being able to feel your body - your mind was shielding you from that pain, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or if you should be panicking at the fact. But you didn’t have much time to think about it before your vision was obscured by soft chestnut hair.

Oikawa was there, his hands shaking as they hovered over your limp body, he leaned his head down to just barely rest against your chest, trying to find a heartbeat. It was there, but it was very faint, weak. He cupped your face in his hands, “______!______! Can you hear me? Please… Oh god…. Please be…. Look at me, _____… Can you see me?” He called to you, the panic in his voice was clearly evident, and the sound of his voice was actually lost to you. There was a deafening ringing in your ears, but you could just make out that he was calling your name, over and over, like a mantra, like a prayer. Oikawa looked up from your fading existence, “Someone! Anyone! Please! Call 911!! Call an ambulance!” He begged, seeing a few people already on the phone with the authorities. The driver of the car had, thankfully, stopped, and was just to the right of Oikawa, waiting to see if he’d be charged with vehicular manslaughter.

He was babbling now, and you just stared at him blankly, almost completely forgetting you’d been hit by a car not but a few second ago. You felt numb, like you weren’t even in your body anymore; Almost as if the force of the car hitting you had caused your spirit to be forcefully removed from your body.

“No…. No! ______! Don’t close your eyes! Look at me! Wake up!” You could feel more than hear Oikawa’s sobs, the jagged breaths felt like something was constricting your chest, his tears falling on your face felt like something was stabbing into your very soul over and over again. Closing your eyes hadn’t been your choice, it’d just happened, and suddenly you weren’t there in the moment anymore.

You didn’t know where you were. There was nothing. Pitch black. In this darkness, you didn’t even have a body, or maybe you did but it was just too dark to see. You felt like you were wandering, as best as you could feel in this void of silence; You were looking for something, something to end this maddening darkness. But there wasn’t anything to look for. Just the void. Never ending. Unforgiving. Unyielding in it’s torment on your mind. You couldn’t remember how you’d gotten there. Couldn’t even remember if there was anything to remember before this. Maybe this is just how your life had been. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. A void. Nothing but the void.

You stopped searching. You stopped looking. Instead…. You allowed the void to envelope you, and pull you further into it’s recesses of complete emptiness.

The feeling of falling caused Oikawa to jump out of his shallow slumber, and he looked around the room quickly before seeing Iwaizumi in the doorway. He looked exhausted. But Oikawa looked worse. He knew.

“…. it’s been…. 4 weeks… Hajime…” Oikawa croaked out, staring at your limp body in the hospital bed, hooked up to all these machines to keep you alive, to breathe for you, to make your heart continue to beat. He sniffled, reaching up and rubbing at the ghost tears, he hadn’t been able to actually cry in 2 weeks - he barely had enough water in his system to pee every day let alone allow himself to produce tears. “Wha…. What if she doesn’t wake up? What am I going to do?” Hesitantly, Oikawa reached out and took your too cold hand in his own, trying to warm it back to a comforting temperature but soon realizing he wouldn’t be able to; his own blood had started to run cold the moment the doctor informed him of your condition.

Iwaizumi felt a knot in his throat, something restraining him from telling his best friend the bad news. Not wanting to break the man even more than he already was. He looked down at the linoleum floor of the hospital room, “I…. I don’t know… Tooru…” He finally got out, taking a deep breath, gathering his strength before he was actually able to look at you. Well, what was once you. “Tooru… Um…” He cleared his throat, and looked away from your hospital bed, looked away from his best friends hopeless love. “T-The doctor told me… What he’d told you… About…. Pulling the plu-“

“NO!” Oikawa yelled, not even looking at Iwaizumi, not daring to take his eyes off your ‘sleeping’ face. “No… Please…. They can’t…. I won’t let them…” He sniffled, his voice becoming thin as his throat closed at the thought of losing you forever. “She’s going to be okay… She’s going to wake up, and she’s going to be alright.” Oikawa sobbed out, feeling his already broken heart shattering even further into tinier pieces than before. “Please… Don’t take her from me…. I love her… I believe in miracles, and if there is a God….. He’d see how much I need her in my life, how much I love her…. How I can’t function without her here with me….” His hands held your one tighter, like he was holding onto a lifeline on the brink of drowning, “Please…. Come back to me, ______.”

#admin Satori #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! scenario #Nishinoya Yuu #oikawa tooru #angst #Angst-Giving :D

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braindamageforbeginners · 7 years ago

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Hair Loss

For those keeping count, today is Day 16 (that’s chemo doses), Radiation Treatment 10 (that finishes up week two on that calendar), and experimental infusion #3. Here’s a shocker; radiation is awful (we’ll get into details shortly), which is hardly news, but it’s worth saying, because there is a small contingent of Americans (mostly) who are gleefully looking forward to nuclear apocalypse, for reasons ranging from “I have a really cool bunker, and I want to know what humans taste like” to a very strange group of Christians who believe that Jesus will come back and nuke the planet (which doesn’t seem very Christ-like, but Apocalyptic Christianity is a very, very strange doctrine, which is why most Christians I know are somewhat doubtful). Before you push the nuclear button (or vote for someone who claims they’ll do it), I would urge you to get written, notarized guarantees of immunity from Jesus, because radiation is utterly miserable. Again, I’m in a waiting room with people whose faces are literally - not figuratively - falling off; and I’m getting - from what my doctors say - a relatively specific, mild-dosage of the stuff. And I’m still feeling wretched, so I’m pretty sure that exposure to weaponized radiation would be unimaginably awful. That is today’s Life Lesson.

I started today checking in at the lobby of the Cancer Center of the Large Hospital in Socal, which is like Freshman Registration; they tell you where to go, and when (even though I have a pretty good idea of where I need to be, and at what time, you do need someone to flag your arrival in the system, otherwise everyone will ignore you). I was flagged for having new insurance - regular readers will remember I called many, many, many people, and filled out assorted forms in order to guarantee continuity of care. I was assured by some billing demon that, if I provided them with all appropriate information prior to the New Year, they’d be able to figure it out. So, you can understand my consternation at some receptionist who said they were still processing my claims and/or insurance information.If you are involved in health administration in any capacity, the only - ONLY - acceptable response to a patient waiting for paperwork to clear is, “You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggas out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly.”

This doubly-pissed me off, because the radiation folks somehow figured this out yesterday, in only a few hours, without any administrative staff (if I was middle-management in the medical system, I would be very, very worried that not-MBA-possessing nurses were capable of doing the job better than an entire billing department). I was mentally calling upon my Inner Sith Lord and reenacting Carthage (we’ll return to that thought momentarily) when Dad advised me to count to ten. Good news, the receptionist had me sign some sort of legal waiver that would enable them to retroactively bill insurance and/or sue me (or some combination of the two), and sent me on my merry way.

A brief aside; I’ve noticed, since Surgery #3, that my fight or flight impulse has dramatically shifted from “Skulk away glaring” to “Don’t be afraid to use your teeth.” I don’t know if that’s some sort of neurological effect, but it is getting 1000% better results than being good and hoping for some sort of karmic reward. I’m not going to discourage kindness or good behavior, and I’ll certainly do my best to foster those qualities in the future. At present, we live in a society where the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and you can not just wait and hope someone will take care of you. Or, that could just be the radiation turning me into the Hulk. Please, don’t take that as license to abuse the nurses or receptionists, but you’d be amazed at how well being ugly can cut through stupidity (I will also admit that I’ve had 16 years in the system, I’m pretty good at spotting the gristle in the steak).

There’s also a chance I had an angel on my shoulder for that incident; Research Coordinator told me later he’d heard about my insurance woes and made some calls on my behalf, and said I shouldn’t encounter any more insurance issues in the foreseeable future. Which is a victory for me. Then Research Coordinator hit me with a bomb; they want various samples once a week every week for a year (and the clock on that doesn’t even start until February), as well as experimental chemo drug infusions (and good old Temodar) every couple of weeks. Now, don’t get me wrong; if that’s what it takes to survive, I’ll do it, but that’s a massive commitment without any guarantee that it’ll work (Research Coordinator pointed out that Dr. A, who’s running the trial, got a PhD in glioblastoma treatment, which is probably why my Nocal Mad Scientist Oncologist referred me to him). And I guess it’s better to aggressively and constantly manage a disease, but it still smarts. And the medical team here is absolutely superb; I spent two days trying to get my pharmacy to renew one of my prescriptions (an antidepressant, to be exact); I made a note of it on the back of my hand to ask Dr. B (Dr. A’s research partner)(I’m beginning to suspect this man is some sort of dark trickster god, given his penchant for chaos and his warped sense of humor)(in other words, a kindred soul) about getting a renewal, since the pharmacy told me they were waiting for physician authorization. Dr. B didn’t originally prescribe me this medication, but, within minutes, he’d photographed the back of my hand (which had the medication and dosage on it)(I had it written down elsewhere, but I was hooked up to an IV, and had it written on my hand both as a reminder, and because I knew digging through my pockets for a Post-It wouldn’t be an option), and said I should call the pharmacy by the end of the day. Literally within four hours of that conversation, the pharmacy had my prescription ready. Which was something of a morale boost; since that’s the sort of competence and can-do attitude that will keep me alive.

Also, because life is a horrible march to death, my third-most-feared radiation symptom has showed up: hair loss. Fortunately for my sense of vanity, it’s not noticeable at the moment, and I’ve received wildly differing estimates on the severity, duration, and size of mange-patches to expect. If you read this, please don’t shave your head out of some sort of misguided solidarity or empathy (though I’m interested in any imaginative hat ideas anyone has); I appreciate the gesture, but I’d really rather you make a donation of some sort to a hospital or medical research group. Still, I’m up, coherent, capable of understanding how much trouble I’m in (again, it’s telling that my radiation oncologist double-checked that in our first meeting), and determined to find the punchline to what is the most horrible joke I’ve ever heard. So, I suppose that’s some sort of victory. Still, a year of Gatorade (”Drink of the Damned”) and mega-chemo hangovers.

Anyway… WEIGHT: 98 kg CONCENTRATION: Good. Maybe. It’s hard to tell on these all-day visits, because there’s constant noise, interruptions, forms, and discomfort. MEMORY: Very good. Again, I wasn’t really in a good setting to assess that. APPETITE: Not bad. I’m still eating, but not very much. I suspect that has little to do with the weird drugs, and more to do with drinking 17 gallons of Gatorade. ACTIVITY LEVEL: Not bad, but I also spent the vast majority of the day sitting or lying down. SLEEP QUALITY: Not bad; I slept most of last night, but not very well. COORDINATION/DEXTERITY: Good. I guess? Again, I spent most of today lying down or sitting, so I can’t really judge that. PHYSICAL: That nasty stiffness/fatigue I’ve learned to fear from the other injections is creeping into my neck and shoulders, so I’m sure I’ll be praying for death tomorrow morning. And I have a nasty headache at the suture site (Radiation Oncologist told me she’d be willing to prescribe decadron, but she also knows I hate that drug, and there’s no guarantee it’d do anything for inflammation at a surgical site, so I have a Tylenol salt-lick this evening). SIDE EFFECTS: I’m going bald. And I feel generally lousy.

#brain cancer #brain tumor #cancer

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spine-buster · 7 years ago

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Samhain in the City - 31 Little Wrestlings Fics Challenge

A/N: Halloween fic challenge based on the genius minds of @thewriterformerlytaggedas and @fan-fiction-galore! Thank you for including me, and I hope you all enjoy!

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It was a dark and stormy night…

Well, actually, not really. It was dark, sure, but stormy it was not. Not a drop of rain had fallen from the sky in three days – unusual for Edinburgh, especially in late October. It put everybody in the city in a good mood, just in time for Halloween and the Celtic festival of Samhain, celebrated every year.

Edinburgh was a medieval city at heart. It’s Old Town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, was the stuff of wonders. Old buildings, winding streets, secret closes, the historic Grassmarket – it had it all. Tourists clogged sidewalks taking pictures of the old buildings; those who lived in the Old Town often couldn’t believe they were able to live in such historic structures. The Royal Mile, for all it’s ‘find-your-clan!’ shops and tourist buses, provided the Old Town with its link from Edinburgh Castle, perched upon an extinct volcano looking down on the city, to Holyrood Palace, the seat of the British Royal Family in Scotland.

But for Zadie, the posh New Town, also a UNESCO World Heritage Site, was the main attraction. Georgian architecture, streets (mostly) perfectly laid out in a grid, with parks and shops and cafes and anything you could ever want. Princes Street, with its view of the medieval Old Town and its buildings looking as if they were built on top of each other; Rose Street, the charming alley of pubs only known to locals (aka no tourists allowed); St. Andrew’s Square and Charlotte Square, the picture perfect parks to stop and have a picnic or get in some good reading on a sunny afternoon.

There were more neighbourhoods, of course, that Zadie adored: Stockbridge, Marchmont, Morningside in particular. Each had a uniqueness to it that couldn’t really be explained, only felt. Maybe she adored the city due to her background in architecture – also what she was currently getting a Master’s in at the University of Edinburgh. Maybe she adored it because it was unlike any other city she had visited. Maybe she adored it because of the people.

It was most definitely the architecture.

All of this was lost on Adam Cole, the man Zadie had been chatting up at her friend Hamish’s house party. He was cute, she was single, and Hamish knew him from work – best friends with a wrestler, he invited them all over to the house party last night after attending their show. Now, there were at least seven big burly men stuffed into a flat in Marchmont, along with the regular assortment of friends and acquaintances, drinking cheap wine and beer and eating hors d’oeuvres from Tesco.

“I’ve never been here before,” Adam confessed to her as they sat facing each other on the couch, Zadie’s legs tucked underneath her as she held her third glass of white wine.

“You’ve never been to Edinburgh before?”

“Nope.”

“But I thought you traveled around a lot for your job?”

“I do, but it’s mostly throughout America. Sometimes mainland Europe. When we come to the UK, we mostly stay down in England,” he explained. “Edinburgh was always one of those cities that we never got to. Sometimes we’d even plan to take a day trip, but we’d end up being so tired we wouldn’t go.”

Zadie furrowed her eyebrows. “Edinburgh is always worth it, even when you’re tired!” she protested.

Adam giggled. “Well I can see that now,” he said, shifting so nudged closer to Zadie on the couch. “Hey, why do you know so much about all the buildings in this city, anyway?” he asked.

“Oh, well, I mean…I study architecture at the university,” Zadie said.

She watched as Adam visibly gulp. “You’re in university?”

“Oh God, I’m not like, eighteen or anything!” she cleared up, knowing exactly what Adam was trying to get to. “I’m a Master’s student. I’m twenty-five.”

“Oh thank God,” Adam took a sigh of relief. “I can’t be thinking eighteen year olds are cute.”

Zadie arched her eyebrow. “You think I’m cute, then?”

Adam shrugged his shoulders playfully. “Maybe.” He took a sip of beer while still staring directly at her and Zadie could feel her cheeks blush at his intense stare. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue and her consumption of wine wasn’t helping her cease her thoughts.

“Why do you guys call Halloween Sam…Samh…Samson or whatever?” Adam’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

She snorted. “You mean Samhain [[sah-win]]?”

“Yeah. What’s the deal with that?”

“It’s based on an ancient Galic festival. Tonight marks the end of the harvest and the beginning of the dark half of the year,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “Fuck Halloween. We have a fire festival.”

“A fire festival?!” Adam asked. Zadie nodded her head. Adam leaned forward to whisper something in her ear; she could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin and a shiver run up her spine. “What the fuck are we still doing in this apartment? Let’s get out of here.”

It was a festival unlike anything Adam had ever seen before…

They had left the party pretty easily. Adam counted only two pairs of eyes on them as Zadie slipped on her shoes at the front door, and Zadie was too excited, naming all the places she’d show him, to notice any eyes. ‘We’re in Marchmont, which means we’ve gotta walk north’ she told him, as if that meant anything to him. He just smiled and slipped his hand over hers, telling her to lead the way. He was pretty sure he saw her swoon.

Zadie wasn’t kidding when she said it was a fire festival. Some people had literal torches and were marching through the streets of Old Town, and there were many other fire sculptures on display; performers were doing tricks and busking at every corner, again, all dealing with fire; and everyone was singing songs in Galic and strong Scottish accents. Adam was overwhelmed with everything that was happening around him, but he was having fun nonetheless. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face the second he saw Zadie’s smile light up the night, too.

As she brought him right into the middle of the crowd, he grabbed at her hand so either of them wouldn’t get separated from each other. That, and for Adam’s own safety. Everyone was having a lot of fun, but the whole sight of people carrying torches and playing with fire and chanting things in an ancient and foreign language was…creepy, to say the least. “Uhh…is this the point where you hypnotize me, lead me to my untimely death, and everyone here sacrifices my body to the gods like some sort of lamb?”

Zadie let out an animated laugh at his question, moving towards a small pocket of less crowded space where they could breathe a little bit. “Maybe. If you’re good, we’ll find someone else to sacrifice. Your good looks and hot body would make the gods very happy,” she joked. Adam appreciated her humour in this situation, but he was pretty positive if they were in the medieval period, or whenever this festival started, he definitely would have been the sacrificial lamb. “Despite that, are you enjoying yourself so far?”

“Of course. Better this than some house party in Marchfield, right?” he winked. “Marchmont,” she corrected him, giggling slightly. “And yes. Way better than some house party in Marchmont. Even though some of the buskers are freaking me out.”

“Seriously?” For someone who was so excited to show him the festival, he couldn’t believe that the buskers, of all things, would freak her out. Not the chanting, or the fire…the buskers.

“Just the ones with those creepy masks,” she admitted. “I’ve always hated them…I’ve watched too many horror movies.”

“If they’re freaking you out, we don’t need to be here,” Adam said. “I can lie and tell everyone we stayed, but we can go somewhere else if that’s what you want to do.”

Zadie appreciated his offer. Other people would have probably ridiculed her for being freaked out by something so juvenile. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. “Come with me,” she said, grabbing at his hand and dragging him out of the crowd.

Adam followed her without hesitation, but when he realized they were walking farther and farther away from the crowd he became sceptical. He thought she would maybe take him to a pub, not…wherever they were going. “Where are you taking me?” he asked.

“It’s time for your sacrifice,” Zadie deadpanned.

It was Adam’s turn to snort. “Seriously. Where are we going? I’m a foreign man in a foreign city and you’re taking me somewhere at night all alone!”

Zadie raised her eyebrow at him. “Foreign man? Foreign city? We speak the same language, you numpty.”

“Clearly we don’t, because I have no clue what a numpty is.”

“You’re going to find out by the end of the night, Adam Cole,” Zadie smiled coyly.

As they continued to walk up the Royal Mile and down George IV Bridge, Zadie led Adam through gate adorned with ‘Greyfriar’s’ at the top. Adam knew that everything about this part of the city was going to be old – super old, to his American standards – but this place was even older than he was expecting. It was as if nothing had changed for centuries. When he saw a tombstone, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Seriously…where are we?” he asked, looking around.

“This is Greyfriar’s Kirk,” Zadie said. Again, as if that meant anything to him. “This is the most haunted place in all of Edinburgh…save for maybe the vaults.”

Adam gulped. “Haunted?”

“Mhmm,” Zadie grinned. “So the church was built in the 1600s, and about 1200 Scottish Covenanters were imprisoned here. You have to keep to the paths because if you walk on the grass, there’s a good chance you’ll step on someone’s remains peeking through the eroded soil. Tom Riddle – you know, like Lord Voldemort – he’s here too. J.K Rowling used to write in a café down the street and she got her inspiration for his name from a gravestone here.”

Adam looked around. The place gave him the creeps. He didn’t doubt that everything Zadie was telling him was 100% true – that just made it creepier to him. You could step on someone’s remains just by veering off the path? No-fucking-thank you. “Yeah, cool. Can we go now?”

Zadie smiled. “Don’t you Americans love your graveyards and haunted things on Halloween?”

“Sure, but that’s like…fake stuff. That’s volunteers from your town dressing up and scaring you at the local rec centre turned haunted house. Not…stepping on some prisoner’s bones in a medieval graveyard,” Adam explained, shivering. Zadie grabbed at his hand. “Okay…next place I take you won’t be haunted. Deal?”

Adam smiled down at her, already dragging her out. “Deal.”

It was an adventure of a lifetime…

Cities at night were a journey all on their own. A city at night was completely different from its daytime identity. Adam was learning that Edinburgh had it’s own night time magic that came extremely close to surpassing its daytime beauty.

Much like New York City, Edinburgh seemed to never sleep. Zadie had taken him walking down The Mound and into the New Town, running into some rowdy teenagers drinking along the gates of the Scottish National Gallery. They held hands as they walked along Princes Street, on the park side, so Adam could get a good view of Edinburgh Castle perched on its ancient volcanic rock. He would lean down and kiss Zadie every time she told him wherever they were standing would make a great picture. After she got the hint, she’d make the comment every ten steps.

They weren’t just kissing though – there was actual talking involved. About his job, about her studying, about their passions. How she didn’t always used to live in Edinburgh but moved here for good when she started university; how her parents still lived in the same little house in some town called Pebbles – Pobbles? Peebles? Peebles. – in the Scottish Borders. How she had an older sister who recently got engaged. How nothing ever happened in her town, which is why she needed to leave.

“Where did it all begin for you, then?” Adam asked as they sat on a curb in Charlotte Square, overlooking the classic Georgian townhouses that gave this area of the city it’s distinct character. “Like…this love, this infatuation with architecture. Where did it all start?”

Zadie smiled shyly. “Right here,” she whispered, nodding her head towards the townhouses. “Charlotte Square.”

“These ones specifically?”

She nodded her head. “My school had a field trip to go see Bute House, which is the official residence of the Scottish First Minister…anyway, as we got off the bus, we walked along here and I just…fell in love,” she explained. “They looked so fucking regal…like something out of a fairy tale, or like, where a princess would live if she wanted to escape from her castle incognito. So I asked my teacher who built them, and she told me, and then I said, ‘I wish I could have built them’. And then my teacher said, ‘Well, Zadie, maybe one day you will’.” It was at this point she looked over to Adam to see him smiling. “And ever since that day, I’ve been hell-bent on building these things.”

It was the most endearing story Adam had ever heard. “Thank God for that teacher,” he commented.

“What about you? Where did it all begin for you with wrestling?”

Adam hadn’t taken his eyes off her. “With a house, too, actually.”

Zadie nudged him, thinking he was making fun of her. “You’re just saying that,” she accused as he grabbed at her hand.

“I’m not, I swear,” he told her. “My parents divorced when I was ten and my brother, my mom, and I moved back into my grandma’s house. My karate instructor lent me a VHS of the latest Wrestlemania and when my mom wasn’t around, my grandma let me watch it. I was hooked. I told my grandma that I wanted to become a wrestler and she told me I could do whatever I set my mind to. She’d let me practice on my brother when my mom was at work.”

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” Zadie swooned. “How bad did you beat up your brother though?”

Adam laughed. “It wasn’t that bad. There were never any bruises cause that meant my mom would find out. We got away with a lot around grandma, let’s just put it that way.”

There was a comfortable silence between them, Zadie enjoying the feeling of Adam’s thumb rubbing the back of her hand. After he had taken his eyes off of her, they settled back on to the townhouses. Of course they were beautiful to the naked eye, but he wanted to try and see them as Zadie saw them; as magical, as ethereal structures that had so much life, so much history.

They were silent for so long he thought she might have fallen asleep, but when she raised her head off his shoulder to look at him, he smiled at her. He leaned in and kissed her quickly, and just as he was about to say something, his stomach growled loudly, embarrassing him. Zadie laughed at the noise, but truth be told she was expecting it. They had only snacked at the house party and hadn’t had anything to eat since. She pushed herself up on her feet and held her hand out to Adam for him to grab on to. He did and almost pulled her down with him, but she had enough leverage and Adam had the decency to not put too much of the strain on her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. She looked up at him with a smile. “You want to get some lamb kebab?” she asked.

At her suggestion, Adam side-eyed her hard. She started to giggle uncontrollably at the look on his face. She thought she was so funny. “You think you’re cute, don’t you?”

She pursed her lips playfully. “I don’t have to, you already told me you thought so.” He leaned down to kiss her again, unable to resist. “There’s one more place I want to show you,” she whispered. “You up for it?”

“Let’s go,” he smiled, allowing her to pull him in whatever direction she wanted.

“Okay, to be completely honest, I wasn’t ready for physical activity.”

“It’s not that much.”

“It’s enough.”

“You’re a wrestler! Aren’t you like, fit? Isn’t that your job?”

“I have a whole damn lamb kebab in my stomach, woman!”

“Okay, honestly, you would have definitely been the sacrifice to the gods.”

“Are we there yet?”

“Shush!” Zadie exclaimed, trying not to giggle. “It’ll be one hundred and fifty percent worth it, trust me.”

“At least I’m working off that lamb kebab.”

Zadie tried not to roll her eyes at Adam’s complaints. He grunted the entire way up and she was this close to trying to shut him up by kissing him the rest of the way up. But that was dangerous, and she wanted him to work for the view he’d inevitably see.

When they finally got to the top, she looked behind her. Adam’s eyes were wide as he looked at the giant field and ancient monuments in front of him covered in a very thin layer of fog.

“You bring me up Carleton Hill –”

“– Calton Hill –”

“— you bring me up Calton Hill, you beefed me up with lamb kebab, it’s fucking foggy…you really are sacrificing me, aren’t you?”

“It took you only a few hours to realize,” Zadie winked. “I’m serious, Adam. I know it looks like a giant foggy field with some old monuments right now, but it’s just the dew.”

“It’s not just the dew.”

“Okay, whatever. Just follow me,” she pulled at his hand for the umpteenth time that night. “And please…whatever you do, don’t look behind you. At least not just yet.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I want you to get the full effect in the perfect spot. Also because you might fall in love with the city like I did if you’re not careful.”

Adam smiled for the first time since they had started the climb. “Okay. I trust you.”

She led him a bit farther up, made a few turns, and held Adam close. To his credit, Adam hadn’t said a word and had even closed his eyes when she had asked him, for maximum effect.

“Are you ready?” she asked as she stood beside him, holding his hand and watching him to make sure his eyes were still closed.

“I’m ready,” Adam nodded his head.

“Okay. Open.”

Adam opened his eyes at her command and saw the city of Edinburgh in all it’s glory, in the dead of night, lit up in the most beautiful way. So medieval, yet so modern. So small, yet so large. So vast, yet so local.

He understood now why Zadie was so in love with the city. He understood now why Zadie wanted to be in the city, study the city, live her life in the city. He understood why she was so keen on showing other people the magic of the city.

He understood it all now.

He felt her squeeze his hand excitedly. She had been watching his reaction the entire time. “Have you fallen in love?” Zadie asked.

He looked down at her. “I think I have.”

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