#oc; beau

[maccreadysbaby]

part i ; chapter ii

❝ the road ahead ❞

all chapters linked here

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"MUST YOU LEAVE SO SOON? You haven't even slept,"

Adavera smiled lightly as she rolled her bedroll into a neat cylinder, strapping it to the saddlebag of her noble steed, Adhara. A beauty she was, with a ruddy red coat, and a dazzling platinum tail and mane. Her saddle and bags were of elvish make, a fine leather with intricate detailing, flawlessly made — a gift from Cepheus many moons ago.

Adavera turned, her eyes locking onto a pair that were the exact same shade of blue as hers, although these were brighter, more lively — over the years, something sort of grim had settled in the back of her's. "I will be fine, father. I must leave ere sunrise, boss's orders. I have gone much longer without sleep before." 

Her father smiled a small, warm but worried smile. His hair was graying, but peppered in was a shiny gold that glimmered in the candlelight of Dale's stablehouse, and he had the same petite, soft features she did. He was creeping into his middle age, but his demeanor showed no signs of it — he had the sweetest soul, carried the biggest heart, the kindest smile, and shined brighter than all the gold in Erebor. He worked in textiles, creating beautiful fabrics reminiscent of the blossoming light and joy that bloomed inside of him. So beautiful, in fact, that even the King of Dale had at some time acquired his fabrics for use in clothing. There was something so pure, so striking, so bright about him. Something Adavera would have loved to inherit, for she'd been told she had a rather heavy presence in a room full of people.

Her father watched curiously as she packed up her items. "This blacksmith of yours sure sends you to the most curious of places, and in the middle of the night! Surely this research into weaponry you conduct is not so urgent."

"I enjoy it, father, and Cepheus is coming along to keep me safe," Adavera said with a smile, tightening down the front left of Adhara's saddle pouches, which held her money and the newly acquired payment from Godwyn. "Learning of other species' forging and fighting techniques is a unique job to acquire — I am very much honored to have gained it, even if it means I must travel at unlikely times to unlikely places."

Her father's gaze, when their eyes met, warmed her insides, even if his easy smile gave her a little unrest. He deserved to know the truth, the full truth — that his daughter did enjoy learning of weaponry, and forging, but her pay was not earned from anything of the sort... the money that kept their family from falling into financial disaster was earned through the deaths of unfortunate souls. It hurt Adavera's heart a little more each time she watched him fall to the ruse — each time she lied to his face and reassured him that Godwyn was just a blacksmith, that Cepheus was just an escort, that she was just a journalist, paid to retrieve information to improve Dale's weaponry.

He was too pure, too joyful, too precious -- not a person in Dale would believe her if she told them the truth of her work. Not the clothiers daughter, they would say, his family's been true all their lives.

Living in the constant, repetitive cycle of lie, kill, get paid, all while wearing a mask of blacksmith and company was vile. A putrid, toxic lifestyle Adavera had been enduring for nine years and counting. But, as always, she had not the heart to tell her father. 

She feared the news would kill him. 

"I have made a gift for you. I will have given it to you on your birthday, but traveling all the way to Rivendell, I hardly think you'll be home in time. Cepheus was supposed to stop by the shop and grab it, but he has not arrived yet..." Her father started, glancing around the stables quickly. "Come, to the shop — I will give it to you so it may do you some good on this journey."

Adavera took a pause from tightening her belongings down, blinking herself back into reality, slowly comprehending her father's words. "Father, you need not give me gifts. I will return soon enough."

Her father waved her off with a flick of his hand, already turning around with a little smile plastered on his face. "Come along, it will only take a moment."

With a small sigh of defeat, she patted Adhara on the back and turned. "I will return for you -- you know my father."

Adhara chuffed.

The storm from the earlier night had let up, giving way to twinkling stars above Dale, renewing the quiet buzz and liveliness the city always seemed to have. Her father's shop, situated right beneath their home, was only a stone's throw or two from the edge of the stables, so walking there only took a short minute. She followed behind her father swiftly as he moved to their building in the dark. 

The residence they claimed as their own was small — a two story building made of the same bright stone and light plaster the rest of the city was made of. Though it was a bit older than the buildings around it, for that building had been one of the few dozen that had miraculously evaded the fires of Smaug all those years ago.

When they approached the green-painted wooden door, it was sitting ajar, and the lantern inside was on.

Adavera blinked, moving along behind her father, whose demeanor had gone from chipper to curious in a flash. Surely Cepheus wouldn’t leave the door open and the light on. Adavera's father pushed the door all the way open with the toe of his shoe, the yellow lantern light spilling out onto the cobblestone streets as he peered inside, brows furrowed.

"Surely it's just Cepheus," Adavera started with a glance into the shop, taking a step through the threshold, right behind her father. "You said he was coming to retrieve your gift."

They moved inside quickly and quietly, scanning the lower floor for any signs of disruption — all of her father's textiles and additional pieces were set up just as he had left it, organized so people could roam his shop how they liked. Everything was in its place -- the spools of vibrant yarn and thread were each where they belonged, organized by color on a spool hanger on one wall, and dozens of rolls of patterned fabric sat neatly on wooden shelves that seemed to outline the whole place. Racks that housed pre-made garments of bright colors sat spread in the middle of the room, as well as a few tables that held adornments, like buttons, clasps, and the like. The large table he used to sew, his loom, and other tools were just where he'd left them.

Everything was in its place, untouched, unmoved.

The only thing that seemed the slightest bit out of the ordinary, was the door that separated the shop from the staircase that ascended into their home. It was standing open.

Adavera's little brother was up there.

She and her father seemed to realize this at the same time. Just as they were moving for the door, a sense of urgency surging through them, a shrill thud echoed from upstairs, and two figures, tangled, came thumping down the staircase in an impressive roll. They stopped at the bottom only thanks to the wall at the end of the stairs.

"Beau! It's — ow — Cepheus!"

Ahead of the two figures, Adavera and her father fell into silence as they realized who each were — the mop of coily brown curls belonged to Beau, her younger brother, and the long, luscious locks of raven belonged to Cepheus. And currently, the thirteen year old was bludgering the elf with a candelabra, unable to make out his identity in the dim light, completely oblivious to his previous words.

"Beau!" Adavera exclaimed, a smile sliding onto her features as she moved toward the pair, grabbing her brother by the shoulders and tugging on him. "It's Ceph! It's Ceph!"

Beau's focus seemed to snap back into place, and he looked between Adavera and Cepheus, whom he was still looming threateningly over with a candelabra. Adavera's father lit one of the lanterns nearer to them, illuminating the elf and making his identity known.

Beau paused. "Oh. Hi, Ceph. What are you doing in our house past midnight?"

Adavera chuckled at his sudden calm, stepping back as he moved away from Cepheus and put down the candelabra on the stairs. 

"Sorry about that." He continued, offering Cepheus his hand, which he took just to be polite. Of course, elves weighed next to nothing -- so when Beau went to help him up, Cepheus actually came flying out of the floor and rammed straight into the kid.

Adavera found herself snorting, and Cepheus chuckled through his nose, gathering his bearings and rubbing a spot on his head where he'd been struck by the metal. "I suppose you needn't worry about burglars coming into your shop, Harlan," He started, addressing Adavera's father, who was standing off to the side with a cheeky grin. "Beau can do much damage with a candlestick."

"To be fair, I had no idea you were coming," The teenager replied, his brown eyes glimmering now that he was in the presence of his three favorite people. 

"I was looking for a parcel your father sent me for. Although, since you managed to hurdle me down the stairs, I suppose I should be looking for a new spleen instead," Cepheus joked. Adavera snickered, watching with a fondness in her eyes as the elf reached over and ruffled Beau's hair.

"Oh!" Her father shouted after a second, startling them all. "You couldn't find it because I never brought it out from my study! I shall return."

With that, her father hurried up the stairs and out of sight, a smile on his face. There was always a smile on his face.

"You two are leaving again," Beau said as soon as their father was out of earshot, with a certain accusatory air about him. He narrowed his eyes into nothing more than little slits as his gaze flicked between Adavera and Cepheus. "You just returned from Erebor! This is the first I've seen you in… years!"

"It was a week and a half," Adavera replied softly, a deadpan look on her face that slowly inched into an amused grin. "We're going to Rivendell; the city of Cepheus's kin."

Beau scrunched his face up. "Cepheus was born here. This is also the city of his kin."

Adavera snickered, eyes flicking to Cepheus and lingering there for a moment. "He may be half-man, but he isn’t our kin. He still doesn't like our ale."

The elf held one hand up in protest. "Because it’s absolutely foul."

Adavera gaped, trying to work up a quick-witted response when her father thumped back down the stairs quickly, a brown-wrapped parcel in his hand, tied up with a bow of string. "Here we are, here we are."

The gift was thrust into her arms before she could speak.

"I know you must leave soon, so there you are," He spoke with a bright grin on his sweet, aging face, gesturing to the package. "Go ahead!"

Adavera smiled under all the eyes on her, slowly moving to his sewing table to set the parcel on. Beau followed her curiously, and Cepheus stayed off to the side, in the shadows, watching with his arms crossed. Her father took up a spot next to her at the table as she unwrapped the small gift.

The first thing she saw when she opened it was something an awe-inspiring blueish-green, with aged silver clasps on the front that looked oddly familiar. She pulled it out, revealing a beautiful sleeveless bodice of a leather-like material, intricate detailing, perfect stitching, and a tall neckline. The color was something that left her speechless -- it was not easy to tan leather (or anything like leather) such a stunning color!

"Father, this is beautiful!" She breathed, spinning it around to examine the back. There was more material that made it much longer than the front, with a slit in the center, so her bottom would be covered. 

"It is lined on the inside to help fend off the winter cold that is coming," He explained, gently running a finger along the material. "The silver clasps on the front came from one of your mother's old tailcoats — she, much like you, preferred trousers to dresses."

Adavera spun the overcoat again to examine the weathered silver on the front. Her mother passed when Adavera was fourteen, after the really tough labor and birth of Beau. She realized now that she had recognized the clasps as the ones on the coat she used to wear. 

Beau moved forward, pushing himself between Adavera and her father to look really hard at the silver clasps. His eyes, big and brown, like their mother's, narrowed as he scoured the inside of his mind. 

"I don't remember her," He said after a moment, solemnly.

Adavera reached over and ruffled his hair. "Well, you were three days old last time you saw her," She stated, turning to look at her father. "They're beautiful. I do believe she would be jealous, truly."

Her father chuckled a (possibly wet?) chuckle, moving on to the next in the neatly folded pile — a shirt made of a fabric so soft and silky it felt nearly elvish. It was a loose, ivory colored top. The sleeves, tight at the end, even had little holes for her thumbs to keep them from riding up. The neckline was high, but lower than the vest she'd just gotten, with a small bow of a silky ribbon at the top to synch it all together. There were beautiful lines across the shoulders and back where the fabric had been gathered and sewn, both for design, and to make it shapely so it fit nicely beneath the coat.

"This is made of a very old fabric from Rivendell, which Cepheus brought back from one of his visits long ago. It is very light and easy to move in, so it shouldn't bother you to wear beneath your vest," Her father explained, again, reaching out to stroke the fabric. "I also provided thumb holes, to make it easier to put on your gauntlets."

"This must've taken ages," She spoke softly, spinning the shirt around just like the had the vest, to examine it. "Thank you, father."

"Don't thank me yet — there's still one thing left," He smiled, gesturing to the final folded piece of the gift.

Adavera glanced down at it. The last thing in the parcel were new trousers that she picked up and unfolded -- brown trousers, and tight, for Adavera despised loose trouser legs while riding Adhara. They were made from a hardy material that felt like it would keep the cold away, as well — and could probably withstand the nagging of brush and branches as Adavera rode.

"These trousers are also made of a temperature-regulating material," Her father explained as she spun them round. "They are tailored to fit inside your boots, and tight at the waistline so you can still fit your scabbard and other accessories over top."

"Wow," Adavera smiled brightly, laying the trousers on the table and turning to embrace her father tightly. He startled at the sudden hug, but reveled in it nonetheless. "Thank you so much. I will put it all on before we take our leave."

"Which needs to be soon," Cepheus spoke up, glancing out the window at the stars beyond. A tinge of regret flashed across his soft features, as though he felt bad for mentioning their nearing departure, or interrupting the meaningful moment with something so grim. "The moon says we have few remaining hours ere sunrise."

"Alright," Adavera started, not letting her smile fall, gathering up her new clothes. "I suppose a fitting is in order, then." 

With one last smile to her father, she all but vanished from the room, heading up the stairs to slide into the new clothes. Her old ones were getting ratty anyways -- plus, it was high-time to try a color that wasn't brown or black. The blue was striking, beautiful, and still concealable by a cloak. 

She slid out of her old, mud and grime and blood ridden clothing, discarding them in the floor as she put on the new ones, comfortable and clean. Her father was right -- the shirt was light and airy, nearly impossible to feel, and the vest was snug and warm. The trousers were thick but still managed to look presentable, and she transferred her brown riding boots (once her mother's; Adavera had had them for ten years, at least.) from one outfit to the other.

Blindly, she twisted her dark, wavy birds-nest into some semblance of a braid. It was much less regal than anything Cepheus could do, but it would work to hold it out of her face. She secured it with a ribbon and hurried back down the stairs as soon as she was finished, a small smile on her face all the way. 

When Adavera came back into everyone's view, she did a spin, throwing her arms out to the side for dramatic effect. "What do you think?"

Beau, her father, and Cepheus all turned from what seemed to be a meaningful conversation, their eyes all traveling across her figure at different speeds.

Cepheus was the first to speak. "Your hair looks horrendous."

"Adavera," His insult was drowned out by the soft way her father spoke her name, stepping forward with a glimmer of wetness in his ocean blue eyes. He reached out as though he wanted to embrace her, but decided against it, instead blinking rapidly. "You look just like her."

She smiled widely, forcing back the small urge to let her eyes burn and, instead, chuckled. "She was much more beautiful than I."

The wind was suddenly knocked out of her when Beau slammed into her front, synching his arms around her tightly. "I wish you weren't leaving again."

She kept the small smile on her face, but her eyes met Cepheus's, large and full of starlight, though that starlight was now dim. The realization tried to tug the corners of her mouth into frown, but she didn't let it. Living a lie hurt -- Not just her. Not just the two of them. All of them.

With a soft exhale, she reached out and squeezed her father's shoulder, her other hand finding the top of Beau's head. "We shall return ere long."

"Go," Her father ordered, blinking the mistiness in his eyes away. "You must leave with time to spare. We wish you both the best of luck on your travels."

Adavera smiled, batting back the tears that threatened to come. "And the best of luck we shall have."

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Leaving the house and heading to the stables was grueling, as though Adavera's very soul was split between her body and her family, being pulled thin through the streets of Dale. The best she could do to console herself was to... not think about it, really. She was doing her job, making money, keeping them afloat. 

That was her purpose — what she was supposed to do.

"Stop, stop, stop," Cepheus ordered about halfway to the stable-house, beneath the twinkling stars, grabbing Adavera by the braid to slow her down. "This is a terrible mess, honestly."

"We need to leave, Cepheus,"

"It will only take a moment," He replied, and she felt him untie the ribbon from her hair and let it loose. She huffed lightly, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one side. How strange it must’ve been, for the bystanders to look out their window in the wee hours of the morning just to see an elf doing the clothier’s daughter’s hair.

"This is unnecessary," She murmured. "It was tied back well."

"And going to Rivendell, you'll be the laughing stock," He replied with a snicker. "Also, I do not believe it's strange to desire a goodbye, for we are not to speak the entire journey. That is many silent months."

Adavera said nothing to that, but let out a soft sigh. "I know you are with me. Your burden is light -- revel in that."

"My burden is anything but light," He replied, and she could feel him gently twisting her hair together behind her head, his fingers smoothing and brushing through the locks as he went. "Though my contract says I am not to intervene under any circumstances, I find myself wishing I could come to your aid quite often. Wishing I could speak with you even more often. Being a part of your journey, yet only being able to watch, is burden enough."

Adavera chewed her bottom lip. "Well, watching is a Watcher's only job... to report back if I am killed, just as you did for the ghost before me. To carry a message. Not to risk your own neck on my behalf."

"I fear I would not make it back to Dale, should you perish," Cepheus breathed.

Adavera snickered, throwing a hand out to the side. "Because you'd no longer have Dale's best swordsman to fight all of the enemies for you, watcher?"

"Because elves can perish from grief," He finalized, and she felt him secure the end of her braid with the ribbon, tightly. 

“It’s good, then. That you’re part man,” She replied.

Adavera turned around to face him, her icy eyes locking onto his own brownish-grayish ones. For a moment, they simply looked at one another. The moonlight seemed to be shining right on Cepheus, illuminating his face and giving him a glow of pure starlight. It made his eyes twinkle with this ephemeral shine — like the moon was rising behind his irises. His skin was unweathered, though having seen much battle, his hair smoother than silk, despite living centuries -- he truly was a perfect creature, in a world far too evil for him.

Adavera blinked, then cleared her throat lightly, turning on her heel, toward the stables. "We should go."

She walked away and did not look back to see Cepheus pause, or to watch his eyes follow her as she moved, or to see his lips part only to forego his statement and bury it deep within himself somewhere. She didn't look back to see the contemplative look that crossed his face before he exhaled, righted himself, and followed.

But she did hear him breathe deeply. "I will follow where you lead, my lady."

She snickered. "Good -- Mordor, here we come."

"Sounds invigorating," He replied, shortly. "Do you have your daggers?" 

Adavera glanced back at him, an offended look on her face as she entered the stable that held Adhara. "Of course I have my daggers."

"And your medicine pack? Your waterskin? Because I'm not dropping mine from a tree again only for you to shout about how you must've made friends with the birds,"

Adavera snorted, heading to Adhara and grabbing her cloak from one of her saddlebags. The horse nickered and stomped her front hoof -- most likely protesting another journey right after the return from Erebor. "I had to make it seem like you weren't there."

"And you're lucky the forest was empty, or I'd have surely been found," He replied, lifting up a pile of hay and grabbing a small traveling pack from beneath it. “Here.”

Adavera barely managed to catch something he tossed her way, bouncing it from one hand to the other before she finally got a grip. It was a small bottle filled with an orange paste.

“What is this?”

“Paste from the flowers of the Serpensa Vine. It voids the body of toxins,” Cepheus replied, and Adavera merely raised an eyebrow. “What? Just something else to add to your collection of elvish medicine.”

Adavera shook her head, digging into one of her saddlebags and retracting her hand with a roll of leather. She unrolled it quickly, revealing a myriad of vials and small bottles of various medicinal herbs. She slid the orange one into a pocket on the end. “I must have enough to provide for an elvish healer.”

“With the amount of times you injure yourself, I’m not even sure that’s enough,” Cepheus replied with a cheeky grin as Adavera put the leather away.

"Are you ready to leave, or would you like to continue harassing me?" She questioned, grabbing Adhara's reigns and leading her in a circle, toward the gate of the stable house. Cepheus stepped out of the way so the horse could exit, giving Adavera an amused glance as she passed. 

"As you wish, my leige," He said, feigning a bow.

Adavera snickered, leading the horse onto the cobblestone streets. "Do your job and disappear."

When she turned to catch his offended expression, Cepheus was gone. 

She turned back to Adhara with an amused smile, stroking the top of the horse's head. "If we have any luck, he'll go missing on the road." 

A pebble hit Adavera in the head from an unknown direction, and she laughed.

Perhaps the road ahead wouldn't be so long with her closest friend, even if he was bound to the silence and shadows.

After all, she could insult him all she wanted, and the Watcher... he couldn't say a thing.

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not me posting a chapter not even a full day after the other 😬😬

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tag list!

@inkedmoth

[dyrdeer]

Changed Beau's hair when he mega evolves!

[heartfullofleeches]

Wish Granter Yan who has their snobby heart that despises humans for their greed stolen by a lower income Darling who still feels bad about taking things from others after all the hand outs they've been given over the years-

This is very on brand for Beau, my asshole-ish Unicorn Yan.

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"Human...What is your first wish?"

Darling: u-um....Well, the light in my rice cooker went out the other night..It's kinda hard to tell when my rice is done because of that.... Could you fix it?

"A light? You aren't even going to wish for a new one? With my powers you could have endless fills of rice for the rest of your days."

Darling: Haha... That's way too much rice for me... Maybe my neighbors need some...

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"Human- What would you like for dinner?"

Darling: Ah- Don't worry about me... I've still got some ramen in the pantry. I've still got some eggs in the fridge for protein!

"Instant noodles again? Would you prefer a nice steak? Seafood? Anything? A simple burger?"

Darling, visibly stressed: You don't have to do all that for me... S-some ham to go with my ramen, maybe?"

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"This human....Is there something wrong with them? Why are they allowing me to live freely in their home without me having granting any of their desires? Why do I dread returning to my own home?...."

Darling: I-it's been really nice to have a guest over. It's given me a chance to try out this air mattress I got at a yard sale last week.... Is my bed comfortable enough for you?'

"You won't fool me with your tricks, human-"

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Darling: What should I have for dinner tonight.... Wha- Hey!

[The unicorn picks Reader up and places them outside of the kitchen - tying an apron around their waist as they march over to the stove]

"If you will not use my magic, then I must take your nutrition into my own hands. Even I know humans cannot survive alone on starches and junk food."

[riverstyxsarts]

the silly billy

[itsscaredycat]

while we're still talking about your art from way back when, I really liked your ocs. they were fun as hell. the me of 2014 thought beau was the coolest

aw thank you!! :) i still love beau and simon a lot and i draw them from time to time, here’s an older wip that i’m never gonna finish but kinda like haha

[beaudesoleil]

lammergeier

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[beausprouts]

fazbear frights employees always slacking off smfh

[eemamminy-art]

My half of an art trade I did with @fuerrziah !! :3 The softest guys ever 😊

[maccreadysbaby]

Killer Instinct Masterlist

in which an assassin finally meets her match. the match being four hobbits, two men, an elf, a dwarf, and an obligation to save the world.

boromir x oc / boromir lives / tenth walker

all finished chapters available below — updated frequently (but randomly)

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part i ; the fellowship of the ring

chapter i ; inescapable chapter ii ; the road ahead chapter iii ; semblance of starlight chapter iv ; indebted

Tag list!

@inkedmoth

[dyrdeer]

Beau's big burger disaster !!

[softersynths]

Demon Women Hit Each Other With Folding Chair

[twstgo]

so my first thought at that anniv card announcement

[dilfsonic]

Working on a ref sheet for my beloved Beau 🥰

[plasmadefender]

GO to therapy man

[kokoasci]

Doodle dump!

just a whole bunch of stuff i dont like enough to put as separate posts but that i still want archived somewhere before i delete the files on my ipad