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sam7sparks7 · 2 years ago

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Currently facing the writer's dilemma when one song fits two pairs of blorbos very very accurately and you can only use it in one fic.

Here we are going into a slightly in depth analysis of the Fall Out Boy song 'I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers'

The blorbos in question are -

1) Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens from Justified

2) Billy Butcher/Hughie Campbell from The Boys

Disclaimer - I have watched a fair bit of Justified but that was last year, though I keep reading the fics and hence don't remember what is not canon. I have never watched The Boys, only experienced it on Tumblr and read maybe 5 fics only.

Behold ~ the lyrics + my thoughts

[song pov Boyd and Billy]

You're a canary, I'm a coal mine -

1) Literally Boyd to Raylan, they dug coal together!!! (screaming crying and all that jazz) also how Raylan was the canary who realized that the mine was collapsing and grabbed Boyd thus saving his life.

I also think it plays into how Boyd views himself, an essential part of the Harlan structure, but knowing he will be abandoned once he has no use. As compared to how he sees Raylan, a canary, not meant to be inside a mine, a symbol of freedom.

2) I think (cause I haven't watched the fucking show) Billy calls Hughie the canary, the good guy, Mr Do Good of the whole operation so this fits

'Cause sorrow is just all the rage -

1) Boyd is angry at a lot of things, one of them being Raylan leaving Harlan

He knows that it was necessary, he is happy Raylan saved himself, but he is heartbroken and devastated at being left behind and knows in their town, there's no surviving with a sorrowful heart, hence he channels it into anger

2) Billy Butcher seems very angry at a lot of things and desperately needs therapy

Won't be a stretch to say he is masking his pain as anger

Take one for the team -

1) Funnily enough, Raylan has stepped in to protect Boyd, but never on Boyd's terms

2) Hughie getting that superpower shot

You all know what I mean -

1) Death or the knowledge that it is something one might not survive, still doing it out of feelings neither party will ever acknowledge

2) Same as above

And I'm so sorry but not really -

1) Boyd was never sorry for where their paths intersected, because at some level I think, he was always prepared to die at the end of Raylan's bullet

2) This line is literally Billy Butcher personified

Tell the boys where to find my body -

1) Continuation of Boyd's line of thought that he'll die by Raylan's hand probably in a mine somewhere, peak romance if you ask him

He doesn't wants to be forgotten though

He wants that place to be marked, for people to say 'this is where the Givens boy shot the good for nothing Crowder boy, yes the one who was a preacher for a little while'

2) For Billy, I choose to interpret this line as a self sacrifice, something he would say to Hughie before pushing him out of the line of fire and dying to make sure Hughie made it back to The Boys

New York eyes, Chicago thighs -

1) Boyd gently teasing Raylan about his travels and marshal work taking him places

2) Billy meanly teasing Hughie about how he is the most sophisticated out of them all? I might be wrong here

Pushed up the window to kiss you off -

1) Boyd at 18 climbing up the side of the house to reach Raylan's window and losing minutes kissing on the windowsill, before Raylan pulls him inside

2) Billy would do it impulsively, without thinking about why he wants to do it

Do you remember the way I held your hand -

1) Young Boyd and Raylan returning from the mines, late evening, falling darkness, empty street. They are moving with shoulders brushing and if their fingers happen to get tangled together, neither of them pulled away.

2) There's only two ways I can see Billy holding Hughie's hand. Hughie is unconscious in a hospital bed and will never know. Hughie is too slow running away so Butcher just grabs his hand and pulls him along while cursing him for being a weakling deadweight.

Under the lamp post and ran -

1) Continuation of the post work walk, except they challenged each other who would reach the tree first, took off running, but did not remove their hands from each other's. Instead they tightened their hold, not wanting to accidently let go as they ran, ending with them tripping and crashing - laughing, out of breath and red faced, but together and happy about it.

2) Seems impossible but maybe in the running away from danger scenario.

Home this way, so many times -

1) Home for both isn't a house, it is each other. We are talking pre exodus Raylan, when the only good thing that was all his was the love and attention of Boyd. And for Boyd, Raylan was the safe space no one else could take away because Raylan had chosen him. Irony being Raylan took himself away.

They held hands and ran out of the collapsing mine together everyday (metaphorically), until one day Raylan ran out of Harlan itself and Boyd's heart collapsed.

2) Billy equates Hughie's presence as a home. A beacon of normal among the weird. He can have the most fucked up, out of the world experience, but coming back to their bunker and getting to call Hughie a cunt makes it simultaneously more real and bearable to do what he does.

I could close my eyes? -

1) A question. An offer. I could close my eyes if it makes it better for you. I can look away if that is what you need from me. Should I keep them closed when you put a bullet through my heart, so that you don't see the love I hold there. Or am I closing them for your benefit, so you do not see yourself reflected in them, distancing yourself from this thing (love) that will only die when we both are dead.

2) The only kindness Butcher can offer Hughie. I can look away whenever it is too much for you. Be it your own emotions or be it my stubborness, I promise you I will let you have your space. This is the least I can do for you, you deserve so much more, but I am not the person who deserves to give you that.

The truth hurts worse -

1) Oooh boy, I love this line. So essentially Boyd Crowder. So what's his truth - that he did and does love Raylan Givens? Or that Raylan is just a means to an end and Boyd keeps him close for the protection?

No one knows, but either way, I think one aspect of that truth is, they both care for each other very much and it hurts because caring is lethal. Caring in Harlan means you will at the least, get severely hurt and at the most, gruesomely die.

2) Billy's truth, hmm. Maybe that he does love Hughie but won't hesitate to let him go on a mission impossible return from, as long as it serves his vision. Or he will never feel anything for Hughie but string him along with scrapes because Hughie's sunshine is addicting and his presence is vital?

There is nothing but pain should Hughie ever try to find the truth. Hence Butcher makes sure Hughie would never want to.

Than anything I could bring myself to do to you -

1) Boyd doesn't need to tell Raylan the truth of why they can't stop hurting and saving each other. They both know. Acknowledging it would mean confronting all those emotions they never untangled and a can of worms that would need months of open honest communication to resolve. They both would rather be trapped in a mine, thank you very much.

2) Butcher will never tell Hughie the truth because the moment he does it, he would have to be accountable for his actions. As long as he keeps them in the limbo of not knowing where they stand, Hughie will always come back to stand by his side. But if he shares it, then Hughie will know that the way Billy treated him was just how he was, love doesn't change a person like Billy Butcher. And that could cause Hughie to finally leave, something that their operation won't survive.

Now, press repeat -

1) Both Raylan and Boyd have a lifetime worth of regrets between them, but when it comes to each other, they both will always choose to save the other one's life. They will not leave the other behind in the coal mine, or they'll die trying to escape, but they won't do it alone.

2) I think a bit similar to what I said above, but more in the way that Billy will resist change and Hughie will stop pushing him to change, hence them continuing as they were. A part of it might be they both have gone through life altering experiences, but separately. Therefore even though they have changed as individuals, they will repeat the same old script with each other because they are afraid of a change in their relationship.

#blorbo analysis #i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers #fall out boy #songs and lyrics #boyd crowder #raylan givens #justified #billy butcher #hughie campbell #the boys #fic ramblings #i wrote this instead of sleeping #boyd x raylan #butcher x hughie #butchie

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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The Big Bad Wolf

Summary: If there is anything August enjoys it’s breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has no where to fly to.

Prompt:

I always found the idea funny of August breaking a strong girl. similar to Ingvild. but like she is one of his strongest Apostels and fights by his side. She's unstoppable but August just looks at her and is like 'yep this girl definitely got some issues lets tell her she's our good girl and make her kneel'

Pairing: August Walker x Original Female Character (3rd person pov)

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: 18+, abuse of power, rough cage fucking, hatesex, unprotected sex, hinted breeding, risky creampie, possessive behaviour. On the safe side it’s borderline dub-con.

A/N: Got inspired by the prompt and by watching Mi6 for the 700th time. That scene gave me ideas and look where we are today. Many thanks to my love @agniavateira for beating my work.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. Your feedback is my fuel. 🖤

Title: The Big Bad Wolf

August Walker admires a good challenge mainly because he always gets what he wants, either by the sweetness of his maw or the sharpness of his fangs. This time, the presented game at hand is indeed a fine one to be played: a woman so hateful, her blazing glare makes smouldering coals gather in the sour pit of his gut.

He calls her the ‘Spawn of Lilith.’ Nothing but another entitled little brat. She forgets who she works for, but he would be there to give her a keen reminder. Hell, he is going to catch up with her, and when he does, it’s going to hurt.

Even if it means he’ll have to char the flesh right off her bones.

And so, he lurks in the shadows like an incubus. Watching, waiting for the moment when they are completely alone in the Apostles’ little underground hideout—a hidden cavern dug into onyx iron rocks and smooth oceanic minerals somewhere over the bleak Irish sea.

Even alone, she walks about as if she is the queen of his unnamed kingdom, her icy exterior growing icicles at the ceiling of the claustrophobic chamber while August seethes beneath his skin. Holding himself around her for months has been hard in many ways yet tonight, the opportunity presents itself like a gift wrapped up in a red little bow; his little glacier of a woman has literally walked herself into a trap.

Unaware of August’s presence, she stands inside the cage where they store their ammunition and equipment. Too busy running through logistics, she doesn’t hear the careful footsteps that wander to join her inside.

When the metal bars rattle and slam behind her she almost gives out a squeal. Dropping the chart and her pen, she throws her head over her shoulder and immediately rolls her eyes. There he is again, that fucker, leaning against the shut door with his hands behind his lower back and a mist of lust clouding his furrowed gaze.

She knew this day would come. She felt the way he covets her; perhaps in her most forbidden, unspoken dreams, she summoned him too. She hates everything about this and more than anything, she hates herself for the sweat gathering between her thighs.

August Walker, the shaggy canine beast. His eyes flare like volcanic stones as they wander languidly, while the tip of his serpentine tongue slithers across his lips. She swears she can see saliva dripping down his dimpled chin while he takes her in as if she was some forbidden delight.

He would devour her alive, rip, tear, and swallow the remnants of her bones and then use one of her ribs to pick his teeth clean.

“Are you going to make this harder than it already is?” He asks, voice as calm as a fucking bomb.

Without batting an eyelash she shifts her posture, crossing her arms together and clenching her jaw. “The fuck do you want, Lark?”

“Hmm,” he groans softly and moves himself from the gate, long confident strides bringing him closer to his object of desire. He circles her for a moment, inhaling sharply as if he can smell the dew between her inner thighs.

“You know what I want kitten,” he responds with a pause, pushing his tongue between his teeth, his glare fixed on her groin. “Bend over.”

“No.”

With a spiteful smirk smearing her lips, she turns away from him—a costly mistake. Before she manages to return to her task, August's large claw clutches her shoulder, slamming her against the bars. His foot kicks her legs apart while he nuzzles her temple and huffs like a ravenous animal.

In her despair she whimpers, both out of protest and the undeniable desire to be fucked selfishly by a very dangerous, bad man.

“You’re saying no to me? I own this whole operation. That means, I fucking own you. And I take what’s mine whenever the fuck I want.”

Hanging onto the cold bars, she swallows the lump in her throat and closes her eyes. Her hatred toward him knows no bounds but her body is poisoned by the type of yearning only demonic possession can explain. It taints her with self-loathing, though if there’s anything that August taught, it’s that desire always triumphs above logic and reason.

It won’t do her any good to resist him anyway.

Body arching, she sticks her ass against his rigid bulge, grinding back and forth. Fuck, she could swear he is harder than the iron in her grip. Her cunt already milks at nothing in preparation for the softness of his flesh and the thought of its warmth ploughing her open.

“Get it over with, porn ‘stache!” She spits.

His growl clatters the bars like the tail of a rattlesnake. Unceremonious, he forces her trousers and panties down to expose her ass while urgently fumbling with his belt. The sound of the buckle clicking behind her sets ripples of need down her soaking mound. Lungs shrinking, she twists her sweaty palms around the bars and gasps, waiting to feel him stuff her with his huge cock.

August spits on his fingers, briefly lubricating himself before he parts her cheeks and penetrates her tight little slit with a loud grunt.

“Fuck!!!” They scream in unison, stilling and leaning against one another with the astonishment of two bodies mingling into one. This carnal function is beyond their sentiments and despise of each other. Pulsating heat, desire, and barbaric friction reduce them to nothing but primitive beings, grinding against one another in search of both heaven and hell.

‘Oh, baby, hell is a place on earth.’

Like a wolf in a gentleman’s clothing, August reveals his true savagery. The elegant suit and slick haircut are but a mask of phantasm to the bloodthirsty animal that dwells beneath the surface. Wrapping a hand around hers, he holds her in place and begins rutting fast and hard, revelling in the screams and helpless sobs sputtering from her lips as his cock forces her to stretch. Every thrust further expands her for him, forcing her to become his vessel. With August’s girth pulsating inside her lonely crease, she is stripped of the remaining tendrils of resistance. Sooner than imagined, she is swaying along, moving to accept every inch like a wanton slut.

Oddly enough, he is anything but the lame fuck she believed him to be.

“Lark,” she chants breathless, “harder!”

August chuckles at her pleas and slams his hips into her trembling ass. “Not such a cold bitch now, aren’t you?” He rasps, bottoming in, reaching a spot inside her so sensitive, tears follow from her eyes.

“You like this, huh? Like it when the big bad fucks you? I can feel your hot pussy clenching around me as if your life depends on it, swallowing my cock like a desperate little whore.”

Her answers are pitiful moans, her hands sliding lower on the sweat-slicked metal. The war to remain strong and agile falters as August rails her body the way a predator shakes its prey in order to stun it. At this moment she is heedless, surrendering to the carnal needs of a man who’d take the same pleasure in killing her as much as screwing her.

“You are mine now, you understand?” Increasing the pace into a punishing rhythm, he reaches one hand to grab her neck, squeezing and leaning her head against his chin. “I’ll take this from you whenever and wherever I want. Maybe even put a little collar around that neck of yours to mark you.”

The cage suddenly feels smaller than it is—flesh and iron close all around her, August consumes and inhabits every pore of her skin.

“No...” she mumbles, but her voice breaks into a peal of shuddering gasps as August shifts to bounce her vigorously onto his swelling lust, proving a point of who’s in charge. The familiar symphony of senses begins to quickly swim through the base of her loins, spreading like colourful heat as he buries himself so deep she can feel him in every inch of her soul.

Drowned in a mist of pure delirium, his name spills from her lips. She sends her hand to the back of his head and crashes like the waves that collapse on the rocks outside. Her treacherous womb draws August near, her pulsating canal threatening to make him one with her body.

Although he planned to pull out, his hips falter and he pushes himself the deepest he can. The aching tip of his cock kisses at the wall of her womb and empties himself, hot and thick with a shuddering grunt. Hand clutched around her belly, he holds himself deep, huffing against her hair until his milky seed begins seeping out from around his cock and trickles down her shuddering thighs.

“Fuck, I needed that.” August pants. He leans to kiss the back of her head and then nudges his nose into her scalp like some sick animal. The scent of her lavender shampoo, sea mist, and acrid sweat pervade his nostrils; he inhales further the sweet aroma of victory when a sudden dry blow hits him in the abdomen.

“I fucking hate you, you fucking dog!” She hisses, forcing him to pull out with an amused, taunting chuckle. His steel-blue eyes fall on the battered hole between her legs, feeling proud as his thick semen oozes out before she pulls her pants back on. She turns to look at him with whispering embers for eyes.

Tucking himself back into his trousers, August follows her with his gaze, watching how she scampers for the gate and battles with the handle to escape this prison of disgrace.

“Better get some rest, pet. I’ll come for more later tonight,” he calls toward her with a promise as he rolls himself against the metal rods and sighs.

Finally managing to free herself, the door opens with a loud screech. She means to flap her wings and fly but then pauses and throws August a spiteful glance. The grin spreading on his face seems almost endearing, his large dimples deep and his cobalt eyes shining like a child’s who just got a puppy for Christmas.

“Don’t worry,” he chimes, exposing those big white fangs. “I will bite.”

#august walker #august walker x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #august walker x ofc

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kay-emm-gee · 3 years ago

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always, only, you

Pairing: Theodore Laurence/Amy March Rating: Mature || wc: ~1.5k a/n: Always loved the two of them, and I absolutely adored the 2019 adaptation, and I felt inspired to write jealous!laurie, so here we are.

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For what felt like the tenth time tonight, Laurie was staring at her from across the room, not saying a word. Amy did not look away from her vanity mirror, ignoring the feel of his eyes on her. Their party had gone well as any of their previous endeavors, and she simply wished for the happy sort of exhaustion that normally came after a successful night as hostess to sink into her bones. But instead, after the way her husband had behaved, she only wished for sleep. He had barely spoken to her during their customary waltz or at the dinner table. No kind words for her, no usual shower of compliments--only silent, sidelong looks, just as he was doing even now.

Stubbornly ignoring him, she reached up and continued pulling pins from her hair. Curl after curl fell, and as the last one tumbled down, she heard Laurie’s breath catch. A small thrill of satisfaction tripped up her spine to have finally shaken some semblance of reaction from him. Too soon, however, it died under the weight of her lingering annoyance.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” She finally asked breezily. “Or do you plan to sleep standing up?”

“I will, at the very least, take my cravat off. Still deciding where to sleep. The wall here is quite comfortable, I’ve never noticed before.”

Ignoring his dry quip, she began brushing her hair. “I thought it went well tonight. Not as much of a success as our Christmas party, but still a grand time.”

“Fred Vaughn certainly had an excellent evening.”

She paused mid-stroke, turning to face her husband. When their eyes met, his mouth twisted into a sharp mockery of a smile.

“Whatever do you mean by that?”

“I suppose any man would have had just an excellent of an evening, being so devotedly attended to by my wife.”

He said the last word softly but with such force that it seemed to shatter as it dropped into the silence between them. Slowly, Amy set down her hairbrush. Then she rose from her chair, staring at him in disbelief.

“You...you’ve behaved this way all night, because you are jealous?”

Laurie scoffed, pushing off the wall. He turned from her and shrugged off his evening jacket, then reached up and removed his cravat with short, jerky movements. Incredulous, Amy stood and approached him, her chemise swishing against the floor.

“Laurie, I paid him no more attention than I would any other friend of ours—”

“But no other friend of ours has proposed marriage to you, hmm? No others have been in love with you, have they?”

“It has been more than five years since he and I...you are being ridiculous. Laurie—”

He spun around. “Am I?”

The tinge of angry desperation in his words brought Amy up short. She swallowed down the words of her sharp retort and simply looked at her husband. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his hair was mussed. No doubt he had been running his hands through it before he had come up to bed. Instinctively, she moved towards him, resting her palms on his shoulders. She could feel the tension in them, and so she slid her hands up until they cupped his jaw. Forcing his gaze down to meet hers, she felt her breath catch again as she glimpsed something all too familiar in his eyes.

Worry that something was slipping away. Fear that something precious and so desperately wanted would be wrenched from his grasp.

This worry, this fear—she had felt it in the first years of their marriage. Despite the rings, and despite her sister’s blessing, Amy had struggled to leave her girlhood insecurities behind. In those early years, jealousy had been her constant foe. She knew Laurie and Jo were connected by threads of closeness that could not be severed. It was as incontrovertible a fact as the shape of her nose or that her sister had died too young. She had known this and said her vows anyway. She had known this and still honestly believed Laurie when he had promised to love and cherish her until death did part them. Never once had she truly thought he considered betraying his vows, and never once had she believed her sister ever wanted him to. Even so, in the infancy of their marriage she had fought this battle that she now saw raging in her husband’s eyes.

She stroked a thumb over his cheek. He closed his eyes, and let out a tired sigh.

“He made you laugh.”

Amy bit her lip to keep from smiling. “Old Mr. Rochester also makes me laugh, but I don’t see you worrying about me spending time with him.”

“I tried to make you laugh all week, and you just snapped at me every time.”

“Well, because, for example, you almost destroyed our flower arrangements--our very expensive flower arrangements--for the party in the process of trying to make me laugh. Besides, you know how I get before these events. I’m insufferable.”

She watched as his lips flexed in stifled amusement. The heavy weight on her chest lifted at the sight.

“Theodore Laurence,” she whispered. “I love you. Only you. Always have, always will.”

His forehead knocked gently into hers. “You do?”

“I do.”

“How much?” His voice was tender, rasping.

“More than those flower arrangements.” She paused for a beat. “But only just barely. Certainly not more than my blue muslin, however.”

He chuckled, the corner of his mouth kicking up. She pressed a kiss there, soft and lingering.

“Theo?”

His eyes finally opened and met hers, and the heat Amy saw reflected there made her stomach clench. He always loved it when she called him that—particularly because no one else did. It was for them. Angling his head, he let his lips drift just over hers, a breath away from touching. Anticipation shivered down her spine.

“Yes, dear?” He answered as he slid hands around her waist.

Her own hands slid down his neck, over his shoulders and down his back as she perched up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “I want my husband to take me to bed.”

He took in a sharp breath, and then his mouth was on hers, hot and claiming. His fingers dug into her sides, and she gripped his shoulders for balance. They stumbled backwards, but neither of them were paying proper attention, so Laurie ended up backing her into the wall beside her vanity instead of the bed. With each stroke of his tongue against hers, the tension inside her wound tighter, and she let out a small moan as he pressed his hips into hers. With an answering hum of pleasure, he broke the kiss and spun her around so quickly that she had to grip the wall to steady herself. His fingers unlaced her underclothes with little trouble, and she shimmied out of them hurriedly. When she faced him again, he had already made quick work of his shirt. Her hands went to his pants, fumbling with the fastenings.

“Faster, wife,” he muttered as he tried, and failed, to help. She huffed in response, unable to hide her grin any more than Laurie was able to hide his own. As she felt the fastenings finally give, she sighed in triumph. That sigh quickly turned into a moan, however, when she felt Laurie’s fingers slide over the heat between her legs. He stroked her slowly, firmly, just the way she liked. Vaguely she heard him kick off his pants, but she was too lost in the pleasure he was giving her to know for certain.

By the time Laurie positioned himself at her core, she was aching for him, and when he entered her, she let out a throaty cry of relief. He moved in and out of her in short, rough thrusts, her leg hitched over one of his arms, the other curled around her lower back for support. The friction between them wound her tighter and tighter until, with one last long slide, it peaked. He groaned and found his pleasure just as she keened and found hers. Together, they rode out the crashing wave until it was just small ripples.

As Laurie cleaned them both up, Amy focused on catching her breath. It had been a claiming, no doubt, but on both sides. She was his, and he was hers. The heat inside her had smoldered down to coals, and now suffused her with a low, satisfied burn. He stood and leaned into her once more, and she looked up at him lazily.

“Now will you take me to bed, husband?”

With a smug grin, he leaned down and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Certainly, my dear.”

Then he grasped her hand and tugged, and she followed him gladly--always had, always would.

#amy x laurie #amy x laurie fanfiction #amy x laurie fanfic #laurie x amy #5 #my fanfiction #always only you

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itookyoudown · 3 years ago

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@sublightsleeper

justie how you gonna leave this in the tags and then not link to your fic. here i’ll do it for you. got you babes!

Details Inside by sublightsleeper

“Look at you! A suit, a necktie.” Boyd throws his arms out wide, bracketed by the freshly painted white walls of his church. Raylan had turned into a parking lot that was still black with new asphalt, the parking spot lines just as fresh as the coat of paint on the walls. There was a sign at the edge of the property, the kind you slide the letters onto. It said Too Hot To Keep Changing Sign. Sin Bad. Jesus Good. Details Inside.

#this fic is great btw #i personally recommend this fic #justified fanfic #justified meme #pairing: we dug coal together #@kerri

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thedummysdummy · 3 years ago

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Into the Jungle: Part 4

Previous parts can be found here:

Into the Jungle: Part 1 || Into the Jungle: Part 2 || Into the Jungle: Part 3

“Victor…what do we do?”

The girl’s voice had taken on an edge of fear, though it was obvious that she was doing her best to remain calm. Around them were the sounds of forest wildlife settling down for the night; birds called to their mates and bugs serenaded the coming of the darkness. These sounds only weighed on the girl’s chest and made it hard for her to breathe.

Victor, sensing her impending panic, took her hand in his and held it between his palms. His dark eyes stared deep into hers and sent a beam of calm directly into her heart. “Don’t panic. For now, we will set up camp and get some rest. Tomorrow we can figure out where we are on the map and make our way toward the village. I’m sure the crew has noticed our absence by now and they’ll be waiting there.” He squeezed her hand and cupped her cheek his hand. She leaned into his caress and closed her eyes, nodding softly.

“Okay. Mr. Victor always knows what to do!” Her eyes popped open and the girl smiled brightly, seemingly having shaken off all worry with nothing more than Victor’s words. He shook his head just slightly with the corners of his lips pulling up towards his eyes. Dummies were so easily placated…

The pair dropped their packs and tramped down the grass next to the creek. Once they had an area large enough for a small fire and two sleeping bags, Victor began searching for dry wood while the girl unrolled their bags and dug a hole for the fire. Darkness hung thick and heavy like a blanket by the time Victor returned with an armful of wood and dropped it at the girl’s feet. “Do you know how to start a fire?”

A shake of the girl’s head pulled a sigh from Victor’s lungs and he dug through his pack for the flint and steel. “Okay, I’ll handle the fire then. Fill our canteens from the creek while I get this going, and we’ll get water boiling. Dehydration is more dangerous than hunger.” She nodded and picked up their canteens, her stomach rumbling as if to argue with Victor’s statement. Victor didn’t seem to hear it; he was too busy attempting to get the sparks from his flint to catch the small pile of leaves he had created in the empty dirt hole.

She soon returned with both canteens full and pulled a small pot from her pack. Victor was still fighting with the fire; though he had gotten smoke a few times, the last rays of the sun were evaporating with no flames to replace them in keeping the darkness at bay. His hands had begun to shake and he struggled to get sparks from the tool. The girl rested her hand on his shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Can I try?”

Victor grumbled, but handed the flint and steel over. The girl positioned herself in front of the fire pit and knelt. Victor positioned himself behind her, his knees on either side of her and his arms reaching around to take her hands. “Just strike it like this. You want to try to get the sparks to land on your pile of leaves and bark.” He moved her hands a couple of times and she nodded at the motion. Victor let go of her hands but remained kneeling over her, his chin resting on the top of her head as he watched her smack the two objects together. After a couple of slight adjustments, she managed a spark and felt joy bubbling up in her chest.

A couple more sparks fell on the leaves before the tiniest flame began to lick and darken their edges. “I did it!” she exclaimed, falling back into Victor’s arms with a triumphant grin on her face. Victor nodded and gave her a squeeze before feeding the flame bits and pieces of sticks to help it grow. Little by little the fire devoured the kindling until it caught sticks, branches, and eventually a solid chunk of log. Warmth and light filled the small copse that the pair had formed in the undergrowth. The girl placed the pot on the forming coals and filled it with water, then reclined against Victor.

Victor wrapped his arms around the girl and watched the flames, trying to silence the racing thoughts in his mind. There wasn’t much more that could be done tonight; the best course of action was simply to stay put and stay safe. Not that the knowledge kept the anxiety at bay. Victor’s stomach roiled more with nerves than hunger, a fact he did his best to ignore.

Meanwhile, the girl seemed to be perfectly content in his arms. Her dirty face had relaxed and she rested against him with eyes closed. Victor traced her features with his eyes, memorizing yet again that face he wished to see in each and every dream. Her pure faith in him gave him strength to allow himself to relax. “Why don’t you get your sleeping bag out and get some rest? I’ll keep watch.” Victor ran his thumb up and down the side of the girl’s neck and she stretched her head to the side to allow him better access.

“I’d rather stay right here in your arms,” she murmured, her voice thick with impending sleep. The girl snuggled down a little bit deeper into Victor’s embrace and he sighed fondly. Truth be told…he wanted her right there in his arms as well.

Mere moments passed before the girl’s breathing began to even out and Victor chuckled. “We need to get the water into the canteens to cool before you go passing out in my arms, dummy,” he whispered. She murmured incoherently in response without rousing. Victor sighed helplessly and with great care lowered the girl to the grass. “You just get some rest and I’ll take care of us. I can manage that much.” He painfully rose to his feet and stumbled the few steps to the fire where the water bubbled. Victor removed the pot and placed it on the nearby dirt to cool slightly before pouring the water into the canteens. The last thing he needed was to pour boiling water over his hands.

As soon as the water was safely in the canteens, Victor returned to the girl’s side. She seemed to be deeply asleep with her chest rising and falling in rhythmic cycles and a soft smile on her cheeks. He watched her for a long time, feeling warmth creeping from his heart to the tips of his fingers. Victor reached out and ran his fingers tenderly over her cheeks and through her hair. The girl leaned into his hand even in her sleep and his heart felt like it was going to burst.

Hours passed painfully slowly as Victor continued watching over the girl and tossed bits of wood on the fire to keep it burning. His eyes stared out over the flames, unfocused, as his consciousness slipped in and out. A comfortable feeling of home filled the tiny clearing, lulling Victor toward a gentle sleep with the woman he loved.

A sleep that was interrupted by a soft rustling of leaves nearby. Victor immediately jolted to an awakened state with his eyes scanning the darkness around them. Everything outside the small ring provided by their campfire was a solid sheet of black that his vision could not penetrate. However, careful focus on his ears revealed repeated rustling and padding of feet. An icy chill spilled out over Victor’s body and his heart began to race as he reached out and pulled a sturdy stick from his wood pile.

The sound came from the front, the side, the back, the other side…something was circling their camp. Victor gripped his stick until his knuckles turned white and his head followed the sound. Around and around the adversary circled until its dark coat momentarily caught the firelight.

A panther.

Victor’s fear intensified into a solid state of abject terror. Not necessarily for himself, but for the sleeping girl who so fully trusted her safety to him. The fire seemed to be keeping the beast at least somewhat at bay so Victor piled more wood on it to make it bigger. With little more he could do, the man pulled the girl into his arms and held her tightly to his chest.

If time had crept by before, now it seemed to forget how to crawl. Each millisecond was painfully engraved on Victor’s soul. Each breath created a new scar. But as it always does, eventually the sun began to rise and disperse its comforting light across the shaking leaves and rippling water. A beam of sunshine flitted across Victor’s face and he drew a sharp breath. Somehow, despite the adrenaline screaming through his veins, the man had managed to fall into a sleep. Not necessarily a good sleep, but a sleep nonetheless. He gradually became aware of an intense pain in his arms and hands from keeping them so tightly clenched around the girl and the stick.

His movements to lessen the pain roused the girl, who yawned widely and turned to rest her cheek against Victor’s chest. “Good morning, my love,” she muttered, nuzzling his shirt. “I see we made it to morning. But I knew we would. I was with you.”

Pangs of last night’s fear returned at the girl’s words, but Victor did his best to roll his eyes and pretend the girl’s teasing hadn’t hit a nerve. “That we did. But nobody found us last night with our fire going, so we need to go with plan B. Let’s get this fire out, our things repacked, and work on getting to higher land. We need to figure out where we are.”

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A few more days passed, the whole island was preparing to lose two staff members for a short while so ther was a handful of new Pokemon squads on patrols, and a lot of handing over of work to Professor Grey and Pari who were happy to stay behind for the time being. Seeing as the trip to the Crown Tundra area in Galar was looming, peach had put in special permission to bring along Valka, her age and subsequently monstrous skill made her usually unable to travel, trained to a fine point, putting her in a gym battle or a league seemed very unfair, but the locals seemed to think she’d fit the bill, Professor Magnolia had mentioned the abundance of legendary Pokemon in the area, so it would seem wise to take along a Pokemon that was able to hold its own.

With bags packed and bodies in seats the woman and her apprentice began the trip back to Galar, not only to collect more data on the new areas, but also to gather Devra’s team mates up to bring back to the island. The flight back was fine, Peach slept, drooling a bit, legs tucked up in the plane seat, her single Pokemon stashed for the journey, it felt uncomfortable having Valka in her pokeball, it didn’t happen often.

Devra had spent most of her free time packing for the trip, and the rest of it bonding with the two Pokémon she’d be bringing to the tundra. She had to make sure Aliza and her newest Pokémon Coal were strong enough to hold up in the tundra. Fiona helped her load with training her daughter, trusting her human to take care of Aliza but also wanting to make sure she’d be okay too. Now that they were on the plane Devra sat in the window seat, watching the clouds go buy. As they got closer to landing she gently nudged Peach. “Professor? We’re almost there.” She then looked out again, excited to see her mom again, as well as all of her other Pokémon.

Peach grunted, awoke with a jolt, and looked around, dazed and somewhat still very asleep, looking rather disheveled. Drool sticking hair to her face, squinty tired eyes, and a miserable headache. Water and pills as she waited to get the green light to get off the plane, and finally see her partner again, the ball sat in her pocket, in her hand, waiting patiently.

by the time they had disembarked, got their luggage and had caught a flying taxi towards Devra’s home, they had been able to finally take in the scenery, and enjoy the view as they made their way back to postwick, a quiet little town full of wooloo keepers and families.

“you must be happy to get home, see the family, you’re old Pokemon.”

Devra had given the corviknight a warm hello when they were picked up, being familiar with his taxi team. “I’m super excited. I told mom we were coming the other day. I think she’s going to have tea and cake waiting for us. I think you’ll be happy for the tea. She says my Pokémon have all been keeping an eye out for me. I have a feeling there’s going to be a mob when I get of the taxi.” She laughed as she saw her house come into view, here eyes bright and happy.

The pair thanked the taxi driver, and his delightful Pokemon, watching them fly off, leaving them outside a quaint little home, the front door swinging open in haste, a woman stepping out, presumably Devra’s mother? Peach smiled a bit, trying to come off as pleasant, and let Dev take the lead here. In her pocket she could feel the pokeball shake, Val trying to get out.

“not yet bud, let’s just get settled, not long now.” She murmured very quietly, not drawing any attention to herself.

Devra glanced over at Peach, her own poke balls in hand. “You can let her out now Peach. Most of my guys know to be polite around new visitors.” She let out Coal and Aliza, the young ponyta snorting as she was finally able to stretch out. Devra quickly explained things to them before a loud cry was heard from the side of the house. “Oh boy...give me a second.” She got up and quickly put some space between the little group and the hoard of Pokémon coming at her. She soon disappeared in a mass of excited cries, her laugher still being heard.

This was...expected. Peach had caught Devra chatting on her phone across videos to a lot of these Pokemon, all shapes and sizes, so she took a perch on the fence out of the way, and let the mob rush over and get their affection out of their systems. The poor girl within the crowd was far from unhappy about it all, they seemed like relatively well behaved Pokemon. While the ruckus went on, she release her darling fire type, who shook her whole body thoroughly, hating the feel of pokeballs, sending little embers out of her fine fur, before seeing the group, and scaling a tree to be as far out of the way as possible. Peach looked up to her, a small almost unnoticeable grin on her face. “you’re probably right to get some distance, never been one for socialising hey buddy.” She grumbled, folded her legs up under her and sat like a loaf in the tree.

As Devra made her rounds through the mob, four figures bounded over to the grumpy woman. Two of them were applin, both rolling around at her feet. Then a smaller than normal dreepy floating slightly behind the excited little ponyta that stood happily in front of peach.

The quad of new and quite familiar Pokemon approached, Peach for once had no snacks in her pockets, fresh from the airport with its restrictions, she rummaged to no avail.

“ah sorry guys, I normally have snacks on me, I’ll have to go shopping sometime soon.” Instead holding her hand out to see if they wanted to sniff. The applin had her attention in particular, her trip to Galar was cut short due to a medical emergency back at the labs, so she never had a chance to catch any or observe them. “you’re all certainly very strong looking aren’t you.” The ponyta reminded her of home, in a weird way, growing up with the species just being around, she became use to them from an early age, though this youngster was Galarian and very different in appearance.

Devra looked over at peach and grinned, seeing her with four particular Pokémon. She managed to make her way over to the little group, her Gardevoir holding onto her harm as she went. “Looks like you met your surprise.”

“my what?” She was a little dense at times, head empty. By this point they’d gotten a bit closer to her, she had been able to pet them all a little, besides the Dreepy who was a little more shy from the looks of it. Val stayed high up and observed quietly, she was use to sharing her human, this was not new to her.

“Your surprise! You were so excited when you saw the Pokedex entries for applin, and curious about Dreepy. So I thought I’d get you a gift for all the help you’ve given me. The ponyta is kind of a bonus. The dreepy has gotten kind of attached to him, so I don’t think it would be smart to split them up.” She laughed as she was hugged buy the gallede as well, the two obviously fond of their human.

“wow, that’s really thoughtful of you, you know you didn’t have to do all this right? But thank you regardless.” Peach didn’t think she’d be getting a few team mates so fast, some may have to go home for now, they’d be too young for battling in the Crown Tundra just yet. “‘what do you all think then? You want to see if we get along? Don’t have to stick with me if you gave it a try and don’t enjoy it, but it’d be nice to get to know you all a lot more for sure.” She directed her questions to the Pokemon before her, not focusing on the little ghost type too much to not freak them out. It would certainly be nice to have the company, and there was no other fox pokemon so Val wasn’t bothered by their presence at all. With so many around it really felt a bit more like home.

Devra laughed as the applin bounced happily. “Oh don’t you worry. They’ve been super excited to meet you. I’ve been telling all about you and what you do for Pokémon. The dreepy has been excited too, but he’s just a little shy.”

“oh! So you all knew me before I even knew you, well that explains why you all came over so quickly.” The woman laughed a bit, noticing Val descend from the tree behind them, sitting bout a meter back from the others, there was a shimmer you could almost not notice around her, she was putting up a barrier to give herself some space, but seemed rather calm and not at all in discomfort around these new faces. Peach shifted to the side a bit, gesturing to her beloved partner. “well then everyone, meet Valka, she’s...well, family. hopefully you’ll all get along and learn a lot from each other. If you’re worried or want some advice, please ask me or Val and we’ll try to help.” Her attention shifted to the Dreepy who was still hiding a bit behind the Ponyta.

“‘Ah, and don’t worry little guy-“ her eyes glanced about secretively, trying to be a little less scary with her expressions, softening as she whispered a little to him. “‘you and me can be shy together, I’m not great with big crowds or lots of eyes on me either. If you ever think it’s too much for you, you can hide behind me and I’ll scare off whoever’s bothering ya, I’ll be the brave one when you can’t.” She did laugh, this wasn’t the first shy Pokemon she’d had to handle, and they had a lot of love to give normally, just took time to get them comfortable. Her attention now off of him, she let Val so her usual thing, advance to the group, sit in her lap, and discuss with the others, get ting to know them a bit. One applin seemed happy to crawl up onto the professors shoulder, the other wiggling up next to her leg where she sat.

“‘honestly Dev they’re all darlings, I’m sure we’ll all get along great in time.”

She grinned happily as she watched Peach with the little group. “I’m really glad it worked out. I was a little nervous that they still might be too shy. Well, besides the dreepy. Oh!” She dug in her bag and pulled out an odd looking apple. “I almost forgot this! It’s a Sweet Apple. You can use it to evolve one of the applin into an appleton.” There was a happy rumble from behind her as her own Appleton stepped forward. “There’s another apple called a Tart apple that can get you a flapple like mine too. But I haven’t been able to find one yet.”

The mention of the specific fruits found in Galar caught the professors attention, also noticing the big rounded Pokemon approach upon seeing it. The Appleton was actually surprisingly small for a dragon type, shin height, and possibly the cutest looking thing peach had seen in a while. She accepted the fruit thankfully and had to look it over, sniffing it, and all too tempted to take a bite to figure out what it’d be best suited to, from the name, it’d be a really good eating apple, the tart one however would be a cooking sort no doubt.

“ill have to keep my eye out, I must have missed this all last time I was here, good thing you kept your eyes peeled for this.” She let everyone of the new youngsters around her have a chance at looking over the apple too, even Val took a sniff. It was always good to let them see as much of the world as possible, and all the items it contained.

“Maybe one of the pair will like the chance to evolve one day, they’ve probably had time while staying here to meet your pair of Pokemon who chose to evolve, so who knows.” She looked to the two Applin who she had become very fond of quite quickly, they had surprisingly big personalities for such small species, giving each other grief at any given opportunity, like bickering siblings. “they’ll figure it out when they are ready.”

She smiled as she glanced back at the house, waving to her mom as she came to meet them now that the chaos had settled down. “My moms name is Olivia by the way. Not sure if I told you that.”

“you did not.” She said matter of factly, and stood to greet the woman who looked very happy to see her daughter. The woman herself had a fair bit of resemblance to Devra, they shared a few mannerisms too peach noticed while offering a smile and a handshake, which did slightly throw Olivia, she had intended to go for a hug, but saw the social queue and changed it up.

“it’s really nice to meet you, you’re daughters been a real asset out in Johto, you should come and visit her some time perhaps, see what she gets up to.”

Olivia smiles warmly at Peach as she shook hands with her. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you as well Professor. Devra has told me so much about you and the island. I’ll have to make a trip out some time. I’ve been meaning to take a holiday for some time now.” She then turned to her daughter and gave her a massive hug, inviting both of them inside for a rest before they continued their trip.

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hitoshisbabygirl · 4 years ago

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Under the Moonlight and Fireworks // Tamaki Amajiki

Authors Notes ♡: hi hi, I’m Bunny and welcome to my first collab and first official fic I post to this blog! I promise I’m gonna be active even more now, I’ve written a few things I plan on posting in the next week or so! I’m so glad to be a part of this lovely collab and hopefully you guys will see me in many more! I hope I did my baby Tamaki well in this, I just love him so much~ I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : none! (Maybe a lil angst if you squint really hard) I tried my best to make a tooth rotting cotton candy fluffy fluff story for Tama!

Word count : 5k give or take!

Paring(s) : Tamaki Amajiki x F! Reader

Mirio and Nejire are dating in this world too ♡

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Summer, the warmest time of the year, from spring flings to summer love, studying to vacations, the time of the year students look forward to, being able to make some of your fondest memories. Even in its short duration, Summer is arguably one of the people’s favorite times of the year.

For Tamaki however, he dreads this summer more than the ones he had before.

You see, He doesn’t hate the heat, or the social interactions (shudder), or getting ready for his exams, his work studies that go through the summer break, or having to get stronger, as he is one of UA’s big three. Oh no, no of these bother him at all. Not even talking about the work studies to 1-A (which is terrifying in itself) can compare to this. This summer has him dreadful for one very big problem, a big issue, specifically one person he can confirm his dread comes from.

[First Name] [Last Name].

One of his childhood friends (alongside Mirio), one of the first people to talk to him, to get to know him, someone who knows him sometimes more than he knows himself. Yes, [First name] [Last Name], the person who makes his heart beat a million miles per second when he hears her laugh or see her blinding smile. The girl with a golden heart...

Is causing him so much dread.

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It started with a smile, a gentle sign of acknowledgment, warmth, and care without saying a single thing

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“Hi, I’m [Name]! What’s your name!? Have you gotten your quirk!? I have mine it’s-“ The small girl rambled on and on, and all Tamaki could do was blink. Between meeting Mirio and this mystery girl [Name], he didn’t know how much more interaction he could take. He looked at the strange duo in front of him, Both coming to talk and befriend the timid boy. With a smile and a grab of a hand by the girl, Tamaki, Mirio and her ran around the playground, they talked and played the rest of his first day, starting the beginning of their friendship.

“Hey, I know! How about we become a group! We can become heroes together and take out the villains!” Mirio said one day during lunch, the small children eating from their bento boxes. “Hey, we should! Then when we get older we can be like All Might!” [Name] said happily, jumping up and down with Mirio while Tamaki watched them, slowly picking in his bento for the octopus-shaped sausages.

“ Whatcha got Tama?” The girl asked, causing young Tamaki to turn crimson “N-nothing something my m-momma made me...” He answered timidly, trying to close the lid before she could see the cut-out creatures in his lunch. To his dismay, she did. “Hey don’t be shy! I like octopuses, your mom really must love you to do something like that!” [Name] said, smiling at her stuttering friend.

“ Hey, do you like octopuses Tama?” She said, widened and bright eyes looking into his slanted darker ones. With a sigh he looked up to her, seeing how close she was, young Tama couldn’t help but to fall backward, shocked at the close proximity of his counterpart. “ Wahhh are you okay Tama??” “Hey, Amajiki are you alright?!” The two asked, looking over the small hill he had rolled down. Without hesitation, they came to his aid, Mirio reaching out to help him up

Whilst [Name], helped brush grass from him. “Butterflies..” He let off, the pair confusingly looked at him. “My favorite animal has to be butterflies..” He said, looking up at [Name] with a small smile that she too, had forming onto her face...

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Then there was the exchange of gifts, unspoken words, and heavy hearts

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“Hey, Tama! Mirio!” [Name] yelled down the hall towards her two best friends, seeing them head to the gym for the ending ceremony of the fifth grade. “[NickName]” Mirio yelled back, running towards her as she met him halfway, the two turning to their shy friend. “We were headed to the gym, let's go before they start!” Mirio said energetically, running off to the double doors. “Hey wait up! Come on Tama!” She said, grabbing him by the hand and catching up to their hyper partner.

The ceremony went smoothly, Tamaki and her holding hands until the very end.

“[N-Name]...” Tamaki said softly, grabbing the girls’ hand a bit tighter as they started home, book bags filled with the last day's stuff they either left in their lockers or got from teachers. “Tama?” She questioned, turning to face him. With skin as hot as coal and a shaky breath , Tamaki reached in his bag and gave her a white bunny, a blue dress on it with a vibrant blue butterfly clip on the ear. “T-this is...this is f-for you...” he said so quietly he was shocked when he heard a response “oh Tama..she’s beautiful” With gentle hands she took the bunny from him, playing with the hem of the blue dress. With a gasp and a smile she dug in her bag, giving him a squishy and soft red octopus, an identical blue butterfly pinned to a tentacle. “I guess we had the same idea huh?” She said with darkened cheeks, looking away as he took the octopus from her.

“Y-you..wanted to get me something too..?” He said in disbelief, looking at her with doe like eyes. “Of course! I gave Mirio a Ox because he’s just , well, big and cuddly like one!” She said, giving Tama what he called “the sun in a smile” face, a soft giggle falling from her lips. The two of them stood there for what felt like eternity, then finally, finally [Name] moved, giving tamaki a hug. A stuttering and blushing mess , he froze, not knowing how to handle the display of affection when he heard what she whispered to him “I’ll always be connected to you now Tama “ she said and with a kiss to his ear she ran off before he could say anything, his heart aflame as he watched his best friend dart around the corner.

“Hey Tamaki!” Mirio said, seeing his friend frozen on the concrete. With a snap back to reality, tamaki looked at Mirio, his heart feeling heavenly and heavy all in the same breath. “Y-yeah?” He said looking back at the blonde boy. ‘So bright’ he thought to himself and they walked home.”I heard [Name] was going back to the states” Mirio started, judging by his friends' shocked and sad face , he knew she didn’t tell him. “She didn’t say that when she left huh? Well don’t worry tamaki! We’ll see her again. I just know it! “ Mirio said joyfully with a thumbs up, seeing his sad and shy friend get worse. ‘Maybe that’s what she means by we’ll always be connected..’ Tamaki thought to himself, the octopus she gave him wrapped safely in his arms....

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Left with a broken promise, fragile in time , stuck in the suspense of hope in the future

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It didn’t matter as the school year started for middle school, nothing felt the same. Mirio was here but she wasn’t..

He felt like he was missing something, somewhere something was missing.

Her.

He couldn’t stop thinking of the girl who constantly pushed him out of his normal, to push him into bigger and better things, no matter his rebuttal. He missed laughing, eating bento in the grass. No looking out for butterflies together, no long walks home. No warmth.

He had Mirio and he was enough for the two of them

He never noticed it until now..and he wishes he did sooner.

He needed her too, more than he knew , a bigger piece into his life was missing that was more than he thought.

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Then the fireworks came, setting off a fuse to a blaze that couldn’t be bothered to try and be contained

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Tamaki didn’t like festivals, too many people and things everywhere. But he promised Mirio he’d go, with their new friend, Nejire Hado. He saw her the beginning of their first year, and she was just like her in a very odd and....aloof way. She had the same spark he could say, louder and more outgoing, but she felt right in their friendship. ‘I wanna go home’ tamaki thought to himself, looking for the tuft of blonde hair or periwinkle wandering about. He was hot, tired, and drained. He wanted to see the fireworks, he really did, he just..couldn’t. With a sigh, he grabbed his phone from his yukata when-

A laugh

A pair of laughs

The sound of angels to his ears

In turning around he saw Nejire, bubbly and happy as can be rambling to a girl, who had on one of the most unique yukatas he saw all night. Dragons and waves, tigers and flames, wolves and mountain tops. Dark with golden trim, Artistry and design at it’s finest. From her in geta to the black, red and gold yukata, to the beautiful pieces placed in her hair. Soft makeup that he’d never seen before.

Unique, like her.

He knew what he saw but he didn’t want to believe it

She couldn’t be back

Could she?

And with Nejire?

Then it happens, the fireworks began to blast, colors in the sky as people stop to watch and it’s almost silent, almost, except for the pounding in Tamaki’s heart as he watches his best friend, no , love of his life , smile up to the sky , that same glow as the day he met her.

And that’s when he realizes ‘I’m in love with her’

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And everything froze for that moment

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He saw her.

Her eyes suddenly went from the sky to his , and they widened , full of questions, happiness and warmth , and also...fear? Sadness? A hint of nervousness? He couldn’t pinpoint it but once their eyes saw each other, nothing mattered, no one mattered, except them in that moment. She looked different...her body was shapely and taller than she was in the fifth grade of course. She was stunning, no , she was beautiful, a goddess amongst the morals as he saw it. He couldn’t help but want to hide , feeling like he couldn’t look , fearing to get burned.....

But he wanted to touch the sun, to have it to himself regardless of the pain, regardless of burn.

He wanted the warmth of her to scorch him, to free him

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She saw him.

The way he looked at her made her heart flip, Nejire’s words far gone as she saw her best friend in the distance. Way taller than she last saw him, a stronger physical shape and still his boyish charm had morphed into his handsome qualities. Eyes unsure of where to look, him slowly clamming up at the sight of her. She knew better than to get offended, if anything she was flattered, her childhood friend must feel something like she did. But within that she still saw the same shy third grade Tamaki Amajki in front of her, scared to speak his mind, making her heart smile at the thought. ‘He hasn’t changed a bit’ she said to herself as she smiled sweetly at him, throwing a gentle wave to him as her hyper female friend Nejire pulled her to a stand , then disappearing into the sea of people.....

But the only sea she wanted to drown in was the darkness of his eyes wrapped in the cool of his arms.

She wanted the sea of him to take her into his heart

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“Tamaki?” Mirio said, touching his friends shoulders as he watched him jump at the feeling, wide eyes and stuttering out incomplete sentences, he shook him and with the loudest and most confident voice Mirio’s ever seen or hear his best friend say “She’s here, she back Mirio, my bunny’s back”

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Which brings us to the current time of why Tamaki hates the summer. His long standing, hidden feeling crush is back in town, and going to one of the biggest hero course based schools in Japan ,UA Academy, with no other than the shy boy himself

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“Why didn’t you tell me she was back, Mirio?” Tamaki said , a large sigh tumbling from his lips As he watched the two girls walk arm and arm together to class , Mirio and himself headed to their own designated room. “I didn’t know myself Tamaki, honest! Nejire just said she was showing a new student around , how was I supposed to know it was [Name]! I’m glad she's back though, I missed her but obviously not as much as you do ~” Mirio stated, elbowing his red friend as they sat down for their lessons. ‘Didn’t know..huh’ he looked out the window as everyone poured in. This was gonna be a long day..

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Nejire walked arm and arm with [Name], the two of them blabbering to each other as they headed to their class together. “Aw come on and have fun, I need your help y'know don’t laugh at me! ” She whined, shaking the now laughing girl. “I know! Why don’t you talk to him for me?” She said with her iconic excitement, turning to face [Name] as she owlishly blinked back at the girl, hands up in defense. “Uh uh don’t get me in your way of what your crush. I’m not even that helpful in these things!” She said with a giggle as they started to walk once again, passing an open classroom. Stealing a glance through the open door, she swore she saw a certain blonde and Indigo duo she hadn’t talked to in years, not counting the fact she saw them at the recent festival she went to with Nejire. With the sudden stop Nejire turned around, looking back at her with a confused look.

“[Name]? Hello did you hear me?” She asked , waving her hand in front of the girl as she snapped out of it, smiling nervously back at her friend calling her. “Huh? Oh yeah! I-I’m fine just got a little distracted” She said, waving off Nejire's side glance as she headed to their classroom. The periwinkle haired girl watched her friend with a pout, looking into the classroom as she saw her other two best friends. “Miri! Tama! Hey!!” She said , running into the classroom as she hugged them, Tamaki hating her loud appearance while Mirio blushed at the girls’ affection. “ Hey Neji, what’s up?” Mirio asked, color flushing his face, a thing his quiet friend noticed. With a nervous smile Nejire let go of the boys, giving them room as she laughed. “Nothing much, heading to class with [Name], what’re you guys doing? Are you guys ready for the class collab this afternoon?!” She started excitedly

Tamaki immediately looked up, eyes wide as he heard her name. ‘She is here, but why? Is she in the hero’s course too? Sigh...I wanna go home..I can’t face her..not yet’ He thought to himself. “Yep we sure are! I can’t wait to see her, is she really here? Where?!” Mirio jumped up , grabbing the shorter girl’s shoulders. “W-well we’re in class together! Class 2-A!” She said , a wild spread of color onto her cheeks settling in as she looked at the energetic blonde. “Tamaki let's go say hi! It’s been awhile since we saw her, I bet she’s happy to see us as much as we are to see her! Oh yeah, I can’t wait to ask her about the states, I wonder what she’s been up to!” Mirio said as he ran out of the room , headed to the neighboring one.

“Let’s go chicken heart!” Nejire turned to Tamaki, seeing the boy even gloomier than usual. “ Oh come on you knew her before I did! It’ll be fun, we can even be the big four!” She giggled as she tried to drag the elf ear boy along, a sigh falling from his lips. ‘Definitely a long day..’ he thought. “I’ll wait here Hado..I’ll talk to her later..” He said, pulling from the confused girl. “Aw come on, shell be happy to see you! Let’s go yeah?” Nejire begged to no avail, Tamaki already facing the wall in defeat. With a heavy sigh and pout she went after Mirio, leaving him to stew in his thoughts.

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“So...you want to ask Hado out?” Tamaki started, looking to his usually ecstatic friend, a nervous look washing over his face. “Y-yeah..I dunno Tamaki, she’s something special. I can’t help the way my heart feels whenever she appears, her smile makes me warm, she's like a female me! Ah what can I say, I just feel..whole y'know? In a relationship way not saying that you don’t make me feel happy and whole too! Hey Tamaki! Stop looking like that!” Mirio said, finally turning to the boy after his confession, seeing his friend now looking intimidatingly at his lunch, chopsticks pulling apart the fried octopus in his meal.

“I dunno Mirio...are you sure you want to do this..? What if she..rejects you…?” The pessimistic boy said, looking over to his friend in concern. “Well...we’d just have to go back to being friends! No harm in that right?” Mirio said, happy as can be with a smile to Tamakis’ dismay. ‘How can someone be so happy all the time..’ he thought, hearing his friend explain how he’d confess to Nejire, but all he could think about is how to do the same for [Name]. ‘Oh bunny..I hope I could one day too..tell you how much you mean to me..’ Tamaki thought, looking up as the sun shined brightly.

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“Okay so I wanna confess to Miri” Nejire blurted out, halting a stretching [Name]. “You want to do WHAT?” [Name] said , a little louder than she hoped, seeing angry stares at her as she apologized, looking back at her friend. “ You really want to go to the next step huh?” She said soon sighing ”Do you...think you’re ready Neji? There's good AND bad that could come from this, I don’t want you getting your heart hurt if it doesn’t work out…” She said, looking back to the periwinkle haired girl , determination plastered onto her face. “ I have to [Name] , if I don’t I won’t be able to know if I really like him , so I can finally deal with this silly crush once and for all!” Nejire said, turning to look back at her lost friend. “Trust me , I’ll be okay..I need to do this. Next year is our last year together, and if we have a blossoming love into the ages I refuse to miss the opportunity!” She said, enthusiasm laced throughout her speech.

“I’ll text him now! Tell him there’s something I have to tell him” Nejire started, opening her phone as she typed vigorously, sending the text with a ’ping’ “Well alright..but I’m telling you now I’m no wingman!” [Name] said , following behind Nejire, who soon was squealing through the halls, starting to run towards the stairs. “He said yes [Name] , he said yes! He told me to come up to the rooftop! C'mon we have to hurry before class starts!” Nejire said, taking up the stairs. “Wait! Ugh love birds..” [Name] grumbled, speeding up to catch up to her.

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Twilight, when the sun and the moon meet in the middle to change, from night to day , day to night. I’m this cause however, love is blossoming in the mist of its glory

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Year 3, the final stretch until UAs’ finest become heroes in the world, men and women joining the social aspect of the world. But Tamaki knew it was a mock to that part in highschool, truly it being a ticking time bomb for him to confess his own feelings for his childhood best friend. The duo were currently headed for the workshop to get the updated gear they put in from the support class, both them excited to see the updates and new gear they ordered in. “Hey Tama, what did you think your hero gear looks like now? Ah I can’t wait! I hope now I don’t have to worry about tears and damaging me and my whole outfit!” [Name] said happily, rambling about her gear. Tamaki looked fondly at his energetic friend, his eyes sparkling as he took in her appearance.

The UA uniform hugging her in all the right places, her smile bringing a warmth to his heart. Her skin looked soft to the touch and her hair pinned and out of the way of her face, displaying her happy disposition. She soon looked up and met eyes with the shy boy as he soon turned red, stuttering out apologizes as he hid his face from the now giggling girl, her own face warming at noticing him staring at her. “Aw don’t be shy Tama! What’s up? Something wrong?” [Name] said, tilting her head to him as she leaned closer, which caused Tamaki to lean back from her and stutter even more which amused the girl even more. “ N-nothing s-stop teasing me bunny..” he whispered to the girl, turning even darker as he faced the wall , feeling his heart starting to speed, fluttering against his ribcage as the butterflies in his stomach rose up to meet his throat, the two mingling until they made a knot in the middle.

He tensed when [Name] wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking her face under his arm to look at him, a soft smile splayed on her face. “Tamaki. Talk to me, what's got you so flustered hm?” Her voice calmed him but also made him nervous as he finally turned around to her , with darkened cheeks and a shaking body , he grabbed her hands, holding them in his own as they both looked in eachothers eyes, each slowly moving towards the other when..

“Hey you two! Are you guys getting your gear too!?” They heard a loud happy voice yelling from down the hall, knowing it was a certain happy go lucky couple. Tamaki quickly released [Name] , both of them flustered as they didn’t look up to their friends, an awkward silence falling between them as they walked into the workshop.

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“Tamaki you really should tell her! I bet she’ll say yes, and if it's anything like what we saw last week it seems she’s really into you too!” Mirio said to his timid friend, the indigo haired boy in thought as he watched the girl he was practically in love with laughing and joking with his other best friend and Mirios’ girlfriend Nejire.”You remember how scared I was to tell Neji I liked her and it turned out she was coming to tell me the same thing! The way you and [Name] stared at each other until we were done confessing had meaning in it y'know?” Mirio looked over at Tamaki, the shy boy now glancing towards him.

With a deep breath he continued “I know when she left you were heartbroken Tamaki….” With that statement , Tamaki perked up to look at his blonde friend seeing him look at him with soft eyes “You’ve always been in love with her Tama, everyone could see it…” With a sigh , Tamaki started, opening and shutting his mouth but with no avail , nothing came out. Mirio smiled and continued his thoughts “ We all hoped you’d tell her soon, to at least see where it could go….All of us really, you two maka a great duo as heroes, and we all see the chemistry, inside and out of the ring. And you know Neji, once she gets her mind set on something she doesn’t give up until it happens.” He said , glancing to his periwinkle haired lover talking to [Name] , the other girls face flushing with color as Nejire continued to talk on and on , obviously giving their other friend the same talk he was doing up here.

“I’ll...talk to her” Tamaki finally spoke up, shocking his optimistic friend. “What? Really??” Mirio said , grabbing Tamaki's arm and shaking the now dejected boy. “That’s great Tama, I’ll let Nejire know! Y'know we were planning to go out and get some pre summer fun done before we get out of school and start our pro hero lives! Why don’t you tell her there?” Mirio said , giving Tamaki a thumbs up. “Sure..what’s worse than confessing to a crush but doing it in public…” Tamaki responded, walking towards the door of the roof with his excited friend beside him,texting his girlfriend the plans as they headed down to meet them. ‘ I hope this works...Bunny I hope you’ll feel the same too..’ He thought to himself, trying to be the most confident he could muster inside of him.

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Tamaki waited outside with Mirio outside of the girls dorm, the energetic blonde constantly trying to giving the pessimistic indigo advice of what to say and how to confess, but all he could think about was all the ‘what ifs’ and how this could go wrong. Just before he started to try and get out of something he thought could bring him more regret the main door opened, showing a happy Nejire and a shy [Name] hidden behind her.

“Sorry boys it took so long! [Name] and me had to get ready , wanted to look our best for you two!” Nejire said with a wink, walking over to kiss Mirio on the cheek.” Well you two look beautiful! Don’t they Tamaki?” He asked , seeing as his friend was disgraced by the girl in front him, mouth slightly agape. “H-huh! Oh y-yeah you both look n-nice..” He rambled out, turning from his crush in front of him, looking everywhere except to make eye contact with the girl in front of him “Aw Tama stop being like that! [Name] got all dressed up and pretty for you and you won’t even look at her!” Nejire said, smacking the timid boy in the back with her purse.

With a pout from Mirio telling her to give their shy friend time, the couple started walking, the two shy friends behind them following close behind.”Nejire“I-it’s okay! He’s just nervous is all!” She defended him as well, walking beside Tamaki and throwing him a small smile. “We better keep up, or Nejire will have your head at this rate!” She laughed as he let off a deep sigh, all of them heading to what Nejire called their “romantic getaway”. As they went up the hill, [Name] gasped happily, looking down at an early festival going on. “Guys come look! It looks like they’re having some type of festival going on!” She exclaimed and Nejire sat beside her, they both giggled with joy as they watched the people beneath them run and dance around happily as the festival continued. Soon Tamaki and Mirio joined them , sitting beside each girl as they watched on, the joy from the day settling into them all.

As the sun started to set, Nejire gently laid her head on Mirios shoulder, the blonde smiling down at his girlfriend as they started snuggling up to each other in the sunset, drifting asleep on one another.

“Ah looks like the two of them are starting to sleep” [Name] said softly, seeing as their lovebird friends were drifting off as the sun hung low in the horizon, everyone in the festival gathering as they collected fireworks to set off.

“Y-yeah..” Tamaki agreed softly, looking at the girl beside him, his heart skipping a beat as she was already glancing over to him, a smile grazing her lips.

“I’m glad we’re here, back together Tama...I..missed you a lot when I went back home..it wasn’t the same” [Name] said with a whisper. “I..didn’t want to leave you..it’s why I gave you that octopus, I guess that was sorta silly..trying to convey how I felt with a stuffed animal “ She let out a light sigh, shaking her head as she watched the sun slip away. Tamaki reached out for her hand causing the girl to snap her head towards him, seeing his cheeks flush.

“[N-name]...Bunny..I’ve always c-cared for you and y-you moving c-changed nothing..if anything I-it made me realize how m-much you mean to me..I think…no..I know I’m in love with you, and I-I’m hoping...t-that you..c-could maybe..” And before he had the chance to finish they heard the iconic pop of fireworks, the two of them turning to watch the array of lights, their hands intertwined. As the moon slipped up from being hidden under the horizon, Tamaki watched [Name] , a smile settling on his lips as the moon and fireworks making the girl seem lambent to him, inside and out.

“Bunny..” He called out to her and with a soft hum she turned to him , eyebrow raised. ‘It’s now or never..’ Tamaki thought to himself, standing up as he held out his hand to her. [Name] smiled and stood with him, holding his hand back as she tilted her head, eyes wandering between his.”B-be mine..?” He asked, almost so quiet he didn’t expect her to let out a held breath and with a gentle smile answered “I’ve always been yours”. With a shaky exhale of a breath he pulled her closer, closing the distance between them with a passionate kiss, savoring the first of many kisses together, under the moon and fireworks.

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Bonus ♡ !! :

Later that night , the gang of Tamaki and [Name] headed back with Mirio and Nejire, all four of them sitting on the floor of Mirios’ dorm as they ate snacks until their dinner arrived. “ Okay so! What should we watch tonight?” Nejire asked, stuffing her face soon after with marshmallows. “Please Hado..don’t chew with your mouth open..” Tamaki whispered, laying his head on [Name]’s Lap as she played with his hair, a held snort coming out. “We have games too! Don’t forget!” She said in response , laughing at her periwinkle haired friend as she started to finish her bowl of gummy white marshmallows, smiling when she was done. “Okay okay, now! Games or a movie?” “Games.” Mirio interrupted , a smirk growing on his face. “Let’s make a bet , whoever loses has to help and serve the winners” With a huff, Nejire stood to her taller male counterpart, cheeks puffed “That’s why we’ll win! You’re on!” Tamaki let out a sigh of disappointment and [Name] couldn’t help but smile, kissing the cheeks of her new boyfriend. “ It'll be okay Tama, I’m here remember?” She said softly as he sat up from her lap , giving her a proper kiss “You are and I wouldn’t change this for anything. I love you bunny” Tamaki said , kissing her once more on the lips, their friend arguing background noise as she kissed him back with a sweet “I love you too Tama”

#amajiki tamaki #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #my very first fic!#and collab!#bnharem collab #my hero imagines #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha writer #bnha

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itookyoudown · 3 years ago

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can't send help. you've dragged me down with you, hand in coal stained hand. this is also absolutely what We Dug Coal Together means and gives it a whole new angle / inherent intimacy. going to be the only thing i think about for the rest of forever.

Ok, but, “we dug coal together” must also mean “we showered coal dust off together” which led me to this video and now I’m just going to think about Boyd and Raylan post-work scrub downs all night, please send help.

#*blows kiss to the wind* for my justies #!!!#fic inspiration #fandom: it was justified #pairing: we dug coal together

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indiemick · 4 years ago

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The Seduction of the Duke of Suffolk || Part 7, The Nightmare

This takes place somewhere between season 3 and 4 of the Tudors. Read these first Trigger Warning: age gap, sex, affair

Francis paced his quarters for hours after the feast. He couldn’t shake the feeling Colette was hiding something from him. Why would she feel the need to lie about talking with the Duchess? What could be so damning that a lie was warranted? He wasn’t ignorant to the rumors that circulated around about his bride-to-be and the Duke of Suffolk. He inquired about them with her father and he was reassured that the rumors were just that, rumors. Perhaps, it was time he asked Colette.

In the morning he set out to locate Colette. She was among a group of other women when Francis approached. “Ladies,” he greeted them with a respectful nod.

“Francis,” Colette cooed at the sight of him. He was certainly a good-looking man. He grew into his awkwardness from their youth. Colette blushed thinking about what might lie beneath the layers of his finery.

“Would you ladies mind if I borrowed Colette?” His accent made half of them blush and the low timber of his voice made the other half shutter.

“They don’t mind,” Colette added with a chuckle. “I will see you all later,” and she took Francis’ arm.

Francis took a deep breath. It was nerve-wracking to pull the words together to ask the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with if she was having an elicit affair with another man. He didn’t want to anger her with an accusation. He didn’t want for it to be true. He really didn’t want to ask. However, not asking would leave the rumor hanging in the back of his mind until the end of his days.

They approached a small bench and Francis motioned for Colette to sit. “Francis, are you alright?”

Francis ran his palms over his thighs and exhaled. “I need to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Colette let her face wear the worry building inside her. She dug around in her mind for something. Charles did come to mind but he couldn’t have seen anything from the feast. They stopped before he saw her.

“Are you…” he paused as the words were caught in his throat, “… are you intimate with Charles Brandon?”

Colette controlled her reaction. One wrong facial expression and she would give it all away. “Where is this coming from?”

“Answer the question, Colette,” Francis didn’t stop the frustration from coming out.

“No.”

“Then why did you lie about talking to the Duchess?” Her brows furrowed. How did he know it was a lie? “She was back at the feast talking to your parents when I saw you.”

Colette pursed her lips as she tried to think of something. Francis watched her carefully, waiting for an answer. “I didn’t want you to think I was up to something devious.”

“Then what were you doing?”

“Walking alone.”

“Why?”

“We had just become formally engaged. Everyone was asking me about it. The comments about my age and how lucky I was someone was still interested in marrying me.” She frowned. “I needed air.”

Francis cupped her face and held her gaze, “I am the one who is lucky.” Colette laughed softly. “They just don’t know you like I do.”

“You really feel that way?” Francis nodded. Guilt settled in Colette’s heart. She truly didn’t deserve him. She needed to end the affair with Charles. She knew that before but looking into Francis’ eyes made that even more pressing. She would end it even if it made her heart ache.

“I can’t wait for when we can be husband and wife.” He placed a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.

“When might that be?”

“I will know once I receive word from my father.”

Their conversation was disrupted as the King as his men came down the corridor. Francis and Colette rose to their feet and waited for them to pass. Charles was in attendance and his eyes met Colette’s. Francis caught the quick smirk from the Duke and the rouge in his fiancée’s cheeks. Any reassurance he had prior to was lost. Something was going on between Colette and Charles. He knew it.

Charles Brandon was heading down the corridor when he made eye contact with Colette. Her widened eyes and panicked expression led him to believe that she was avoiding him. He had suspicions that she was since every time he spotted her, she magically vanished. He didn’t want to assume but her face said it all.

“Lady Gilles,” he approached her. She couldn’t sprint away in a crowded corridor. He needed to know why there was a sudden change in her reception of him.

“My lord,” her eyes stayed focused on the ground.

“May we speak?”

“Is that not what we are doing?”

“With less prying ears?”

“I would prefer it not…”

Charles hooked her arm with his elbow and lead her for a walk. “Why do you suddenly not wish to talk with me?”

The young woman grumbled as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

They made a quick turn and he spun to face her. “Answer me,” his commanding tone made her quiver. She damned him for having such an effect on her. It was going to make ending things so much harder. “Colette…”

She looked around before speaking, “Francis asked me if we were having an affair.” Charles pursed his lips and ran a hand over his beard. “Precisely. We cannot meet anymore.”

The rational man that Charles had become knew that their time was over. He knew it was over when she accepted Francis’ proposal for marriage. It was the youthful ignorance Colette ignited in him that hoped it would continue.

His lips pressed to her forehead with a sigh, “Goodbye, Colette.” Something about his goodbye felt like it was forever. It made tears prick the corner of her eyes. She tried to blink them away, but they broke free and rolled down her cheeks. Charles heard a soft sob and lifted her chin to look at him.

The world seemed to slow. Their lips hovered over one another begging for the other to break the stalemate. Charles caressed her cheek.

He felt as if he was drowning and she was the surface. How he wanted to breathe that sweet air. All he needed to do was bring his lips closer. Although, he knew it would be fleeting. He would have to slip beneath the surf and let the ocean of his heart break take him under for good.

A hand slipped to the small of her back, as her fist gripped the collar of his coat. The tension hung in the air for what felt like an eternity.

The sudden clearing of a throat caused the two to part. Colette quickly whisked her tears away and looked at Charles who looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Colette turned around slowly and was met with the familiar eyes of her father. His face was taught with anger. The Earl moved with heavy steps toward the pair and stared down at his daughter, “go.”

“Father…”

“Go. Lord Brandon and I have to have a word.” Colette stared up at her father with tears in her eyes, but it didn’t ebb his fury. “Go.”

With the click of Colette’s shoes fading, her father narrowed his gaze on the man before him. Charles was a large man, which meant the Earl had to crane his neck to look at the other square in the eyes. “I have one child on this Earth. One. The Lord has blessed me with a witty and beautiful daughter. I will not have her reputation sullied by the likes of you.”

Charles chose his words cautiously as if not to offend or enrage Lord Gilles. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I beg for your forgiveness. I assure you, what you saw was as far as it goes.”

Lord Gilles studied Charles for a minute before speaking, “stay away from her and my forgiveness is yours.”

Charles gave the other a quick nod, “you have my word.”

Colette was running down a long corridor. Her chest heaved against the tight corset bound around her as her lungs burned for more air. The echo of her heels hitting the floor was drowned out by the sound of her blood thumping in her ears. She came to an end and made a sharp turn. Then, she kept running.

Finally, she arrived at a weathered door. She tried to steady herself before entering. Breathe, she thought to herself. Just breathe.

Her fingers trembled as the latch on the door gave way. Her nerves tingled with anxiety as it slowly creaked open.

“Colette?” She heard a familiar voice call from the darkness.

“Yes,” she rushed in to meet the man who waited for her. “Where are you?” She searched around the darkness before she felt the familiar form beneath her fingers.

It was like nothing had changed. If anything, Charles’ lips hastily exploring hers was more impassioned because they were treading into dangerous water. Even his touch seemed hotter. It singed her flesh as his palms found their ways to her most tender flesh. He breathed against her neck as a small moan left her lips.

“Why, Colette?” Her eyes snapped open. It wasn’t the question. Rathe, it was the voice that made her stark with fear. “Why?” She knew the accent anywhere.

“Francis?” She shoved him away and scurried away.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She didn’t have to see his face to know the sadness that tugged at the corners of his mouth. She knew the look of sorrow was of her doing.

“I’m sorry, Francis. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why?!” Then his tone changed from sadness to rage.

“I don’t know!” Colette felt the words leave her mouth like hot coals raking across dry earth. She felt the tears prickle in the corners of her eyes.

“Why?!” He screamed one more time.

As she drew the breath in, Colette shot up in her bed. Her mother came rushing in followed by her father. “Colette?!” The young woman was trying to catch her breath as her eyes met the others’ worried expressions.

“You screamed,” the Earl added.

“It was a bad dream.”

“Good. Now, go back to bed.”

#fanfiction #henry cavi #the tudors #charles brandon #tw: age gap #affair

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ears-awake-eyes-opened · 4 years ago

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The Gift

(I’m giving some January weather ❄️ to the characters in my July ☀️. This prompt is incredibly sweet, and I realize it didn’t include a request for *coconuts*. That said, sexual content slipped into this fic regardless because ...Hayffie 🔥. Anyway, I hope the ending feels sweet enough to offset other intensities.)

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After years of hiking up her skirts and unzipping bodices, loosening corsets and slipping them down just enough, unbuckling garters and sliding thongs to the side, they were playing now with nakedness.

Total nakedness.

It had happened a few times, and Effie was still adjusting to the sensations. The vulnerability of her skin fully against his was one thing. Her heart open to him was another.

Their first time face-to-face, unencumbered by clothing was intense. They started kissing and didn’t stop until they came, moaning into each other’s mouths. It was almost too much. The eroticism, the intimacy, the deliciousness all broke down her boundaries. Effie was definitely on board with nakedness DURING sex.

The textures AFTER still felt awkward to her. His body became a furnace, drenching her in sweat, especially when he’d been on top. And she loved having him on top. With her legs wrapped around him, she could take subtle control of the pace, the depth, their closeness.

Complete nakedness was freeing; it was also messy and overwhelming. Having sex with Haymitch had always been contending with chaos, but now...

Now.

“I need to breathe,” she gasped as the pulsing slowed inside her.

He thrust once more, milking the last drops of pleasure, then rolling off of her.

“Fuck. That was...”

“I know. ...God.”

Catching his breath, he slid his hand along her sternum, down to her waist where he curled his fingers around her side.

“Honey, don’t touch me right now. Your hands are sopping fire.”

He let go, still panting. “You’re hot too, sweetheart.”

An anxiety she didn’t understand crept over her. “EVERYTHING is wet. I need to take a shower. We need to change the sheets.”

He chuckled, “I’d say loosen your corset, but I already took it off.”

“Haymitch, don’t tease. You know this is new for me.”

He did know. “It’s kind of like taking your virginity.” He grinned. “Can’t help wanting you wet, and can’t help wanting to touch you when you’re like this.”

Effie scoffed at the notion of herself as a virgin. “That ship sailed over 20 years ago.” Lying apart, she’d cooled enough to reach for his hand and interlace their fingers. “But the sentiment is charming.”

He pulled her knuckles to his lips. “I’ve been a lot of things, but *charming* isn’t one.”

Effie shivered as the moisture evaporated from her skin. She went from hot to cold in body and emotions faster than he could flip a coin. He’d stopped trying to figure her out long ago.

“I’m going to go take a shower. Will you turn up the heater?”

“About that...” Haymitch hesitated, knowing she’d be pissed. “The heater wouldn’t turn on this morning.”

Effie sat straight up, dropped his hand and glared. He tried to stay focused on her eyes rather than the beads of sweat dripping between her breasts. His attention was divided.

“It’s January! There’s snow on the ground, and your heater is broken?! Couldn’t you have mentioned that detail BEFORE I got on the train? You could have come to my apartment instead, then we’d be warm right now!”

“We warmed up real good on our own, honey. ...Besides, the train was already halfway here by the time I woke up today.”

“So he says — an hour before we die from hypothermia!”

Haymitch reached for her waist again. His hand was still warm, and this time she welcomed the touch.

“Let’s take a shower and talk about all the things we can do tonight to prevent hypothermia.”

“You think this is amusing!”

“We have a fireplace, wood in the shed, a forest next door, and a town full of coal. This is 12. We can manage a weekend without a furnace.” He spoke gently, tracing circles on her hip.

Her anxiousness lessened, but she was still vexed at him for not waking up before noon and for not knowing how to repair a furnace. Though in all these years, annoyance had never stopped her from wanting more of him.

“The water better be warm.” She reached for his hand and pulled him up with her.

***

Effie’s teeth chattered later as she rummaged through her bag with towels wrapped around her body and her hair.

“I brought nothing warm to wear!”

Haymitch lazed on the edge of the bed, avoiding the spots where the sheets were still damp. “What about the 5 layers of clothes I took off when you walked through the door?”

“That’s outside attire.” Effie was miffed by his unyielding ignorance regarding even the most basic matters of fashion. A pair of leggings was the best she could find. “I wasn’t exactly planning on wearing much inside.”

“Sorry the furnace fucked up such a fine plan.” He was enjoying the view of her wearing nothing but towels, but he didn’t want her shaking, at least not from cold. “Let’s get you warm. Look through my drawers and wear anything you want. I’ll go make coffee and build a fire.”

Effie looked wary. She was all too familiar with the limits of his wardrobe. Though she did slip on his shirts when he left them at her place. They smelled like him and felt like him and, though she wouldn’t admit it, they helped ease the loneliness she always experienced after he’d gone.

He caressed her ass through the towel. “...Or you can just wear this all evening. You choose.”

She turned her head and kissed him as he passed her on his way out. She just got here, and she hated the loneliness she was already anticipating at the thought of leaving tomorrow. She refused to waste this time together fuming about a broken heater.

She closed each drawer quickly after opening it. “All your clothes are grey!” she hollered downstairs, “Grey is not even a color!”

He muttered under his breath, “Grey is too a goddamn color.” Then he hollered back up to her. “Feel free to stay in the towel!”

She opened the drawers again and dug deeper, determined to find something she hadn’t seen at first glance. A white sleeve poked out from between layers of grey. Effie pulled out the shirt and recognized it immediately, though she hadn’t seen it in years. He’d worn it the night before the third Quarter Quell — the first time he kissed her, as she was falling apart.

She slipped it on now over bare breasts and snuggled up in the memory and the scent of him. The shirt was soft and thin. She needed another layer, a sweater maybe. She kept digging.

In the back of the bottom drawer she felt something velvet and silky. A blazer perhaps? Reaping Day attire? Why would Haymitch of all people hold on to something like that? As she pulled it out, she realized it wasn’t a jacket but a shawl — a red velvet shawl, embroidered with swirls of golden thread and trimmed with silk. The fabric was old, smooth and beautiful. It smelled like cedar laid over memories.

Effie felt a degree of reverence as she slipped the shawl over her shoulders, hoping it wouldn’t fall apart. The construction proved to be sturdy, clearly hand-sewn by a talented seamster.

What meaning did this have for Haymitch to keep in a dresser in his bedroom? “Look through my drawers and wear anything you want,” he’d said. Could he possibly have meant this glorious piece of art? Effie intended to find out.

A pair of his thick woolen socks completed the ensemble with her leggings, his shirt, and the shawl. Effie blow dried her hair, and applied light layers of mascara and lipstick. Then she followed the fragrance of coffee downstairs.

The house was already warming up from the fire burning in the hearth. Haymitch was mixing their coffee with shots of bourbon and spoonfuls of honey and cream. With his back to her he asked, “Did you find some color?”

“That depends... Is this okay?”

***

He turned around and saw her.

He flashed back to winter mornings in the Seam when coal burned in the stove of his childhood. As the house grew warm, his mother would take off her shawl and drape it across the back of the rocking chair. His little brother would toddle out in footed pajamas, climb up in the chair and wrap up in the shawl.

“Careful, dear, that’s precious to Mama,” she’d say, “But not as precious as my boys.” She’d kiss Haymitch on his forehead as he brought eggs in from the goose house. “Wipe that snow off your boots before stepping off the mat. This house may not be much, but we don’t need to be entirely uncivilized. Then she’d sit with his brother in her lap and rock him a few times until the griddle was hot enough to fry the eggs.

When these kinds of memories showed up, they usually kicked him in the teeth, but Effie looking all beautiful softened the blow. A swallow of bourbon helped too.

“I wasn’t sure...” Seeing the pain now in his expression, she felt she’d made a mistake. “I can go change...”

He crossed the kitchen in three steps, kissed her forehead, then buried his face in her hair. He held her tight, and she returned the pressure of his embrace, feeling how much he needed this connection. She held him in silence, asking no questions.

“This is precious,” he said, not letting go of her.

“The shawl?”

He pulled back just enough to see her face, and nodded. “...But not as precious as my girl.”

My girl?... My girl... The words echoed in her chest. She felt them pushing and drawing out something new. “...Me?”

“Nobody else, sweetheart.”

For once in her life, Effie was speechless.

“No expectations,” Haymitch clarified, “I just don’t wanna feel this shit and pretend like I don’t.”

She’d loved him from her earliest memories, all the while pretending with other words and fucking other men who didn’t matter.

“I don’t want to pretend either.” She tasted the whiskey on his tongue. There was nothing simple about this. “I don’t want to be naked with anyone else. I don’t want anybody else inside me.”

He wanted to be inside her again, right now, on the sofa in front of the fire, but there was more to consider. “Are you warm enough? Did you eat on the train or are you hungry? Peeta brought over some fancy things.”

“Come here,” she said, easing away from him and moving toward the counter. She added a few items to the platter of Peeta’s croissants: butter, a knife, and the jar of honey. “Bring the drinks and follow me.”

Haymitch put the bottle of bourbon in the crook of his elbow and held the mugs of coffee in his hands.

She led them to the sofa. Mind reader, he thought.

She pulled an end table between them and the fireplace and laid down the platter. Before he could set the drinks beside it, she chastised him. “Coasters!”

“Coasters?” Fuck. She always did know how to delay a mood. “Not sure where they are.”

Effie went back to the kitchen and searched the cabinets for saucers. Those would substitute in a pinch. “We might be without central heating, but we don’t need to be entirely uncivilized.”

The coffee was still too hot to drink, so she curled up next to him on the sofa. He traced the golden swirls down her arm, caressing her through the velvet. “This shawl was my mother’s.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I wondered.”

“She sewed all of our clothes.”

“She was an incredible seamstress. This stitching is remarkable.”

“Nobody’s worn that in 30 years. ...I wrapped up in it once, after they were killed. But the memories were too painful, so I put it away. Never took it out again.”

“Haymitch...” She covered his hand with hers. “If I’d known, I never would have... Should I put it back?”

“No, honey. Such a pretty thing shouldn’t be in a drawer. You’re giving it life again.”

“Life has these ways of sleeping, you know? Sometimes I think there’s nothing left, and then suddenly it’s filling me up again.”

I feel it when you’re here, he didn’t say.

I don’t want to leave tomorrow, she didn’t say either.

They weren’t pretending, and they weren’t being entirely open either. Nakedness takes time to reach its full expression.

***

The next day Effie folded the shawl and laid it at the foot of the bed. She dressed in her layers of *outside attire* and took the train back to her heated apartment and her sleeping life.

She unzipped her bag and found inside a brown paper sack, haphazardly crumpled shut. On the outside, Haymitch had written, “Stay warm.”

Effie opened the sack more carefully than it had been closed. She pulled out a piece of notepaper folded in half. On the front he’d written, “For my girl.” She flipped the paper open, and the note within read, “It’s yours. Thanks for making me feel alive. — H”

She knew what she’d find at the bottom of the sack. Red velvet swirling with gold. She could barely see it through her tears. It held fragrances now of coffee and whiskey, croissants with honey, and Haymitch’s hands on her. She slipped the shawl over her shoulders. It was almost too much.

It was perfect.

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