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swiss-mrs · 4 years

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Let There Be War (4/?)

(Clyde Logan || Hunger Games: Catching Fire AU)

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Death, Angst

Sleep. Sleep was simply not a necessity at the moment, not for you. You’ve gone plenty of sleepless nights, in the confines of your own home, your own room, even without murderous animals hunting you down. You all sat in a cave, a well hidden one you had to admit. It was so hidden that you wondered how they found it in the first placed, Threes. They were ridiculously intelligent, probably would’ve threatened you but their impeccable lack of physical strength and combat training worried you for a much different reason. You hated it. You hated worrying over their well being, hated feeling protective over them. They each had nearly twenty years on you, they’re to blame for their own demise here. Smart, but utterly stupid. You shook your head turning away from their sleeping figures to glance around at the others here. Six, the ‘morphlings’? Now they, they made you worry. Seemingly drugged out of their mind long ago, they held a certain innocence you could not help but feel sorry about. They didn’t speak much, vocally, not at all. They said a million things with their eyes like you’ve never seen before. They both simultaneously looked somewhere between 300 years and seven years old. Such pain and trauma of someone who had lived for ages but they held a quality you only wished to see in the children of your district. A strange pair they are. You assumed that grouping up would be the only way they could possibly last more than an hour here, even as a duo. The gaunt, grey toned couple laid facing each other, huddled up in a dark corner away from the small fire. They held each other so close you could barely distinguish their bodies from each other, shaking like scared puppies, from the cold? The fear? Withdraw? You were unsure but you determined that if these games weren’t rigged they could probably win from hiding alone.

You pan your head over to Twelve. Were they a team. The boy, he was kind of short, shorter than the girl. He wouldn’t stand much of a better chance than Three. He seemed too soft even after competing in his own games. The girl, She was one to look to. Weapon of choice, smart, Athletic, She knows what she needs to do to survive. Neither of them were asleep, dazed, tired looking, but not asleep. You recall constantly seeing them and their ‘romance’ blown up all over Panem. It made you roll your eyes. Six seemed to have a stronger connection and you weren’t even sure they were actually a couple if not brother and sister. Any single person could tell it wasn’t true. It was for the games. She, maybe, loved him, yes, but there was no doubt in your mind that she was not in love with him.You did not want to judge, because, like you said, it is all a game. Most liked, stays alive the longest. Do what you must to survive. But you know that if it was up to you, you would have left him behind, wouldn’t you? He’s dead weight, of course, but- You shook your head again, this time to rid yourself of your meaningless tangent. Seven.

District Seven. They were a really solid pair. Strong, ruthless, survivalist, they could make their way around these woods and break a man in half with their bare hands simultaneously with zero effort. The girl, she seemed like a winner, unphased by the game, headstrong. She could be a little annoying with her mouth, but, non the less, you could see how she’d win. She sat closest to the fire, seemingly utterly relaxed, watching every branch crackle under the flame. The male- Clyde. You wanted to tell yourself so badly that he’d make it through anything, so bad, but you knew better. He was big and strong, yes, undoubtedly smart, yes, but he was permanently disadvantaged. The only one of you physically bearing their past. And if it wasn’t for you, he would’ve drowned to death. Sure, he could hold his ground back at the platform, but if the girl from Twelve didn’t shoot him down, those overseeing the game would most likely have risen the water level or something like that. He was tending to the fire as you stared him down. He seemed to hold his concentrated pout indefinitely. You wondered how he hadn’t gotten his face stuck like that or gained any wrinkles in his brows. Your eyes softened in the slightest watching him tend to the fire. You could practically feel his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your neck, breathing down it, the weight of him leaned against your chest. It almost brought you comfort, but the thought of him having to die only saddened your eyes.

You got so deep in your own mind that you didn’t even see him climb up out of the hole everyone sat in, inside the back of the cave. You didn’t notice him taking a seat across from you and resting his back against the opposite cave wall as you. You didn’t even notice him reaching forward until you felt his fingers gently graze your cheekbone, jolting you out of your trance. Your eyes immediately trained themselves on the man, softening just a tad as they focused on his features, but your brows furrowed further. His hand wiping something wet on your face. “You’re cryin’.” His voice sounds ever so gently, so quietly you were sure only the two of you could hear. You blink a few times, feeling the wet lashes touch the tops of your cheeks. You take a deep breath in and sigh. a bit frustrated at your inability to feel your own uncontrollable tears. You shake your head, but Clyde only draws closer, scooting off the wall to sit directly in front of you, his hand ridding your face of the tears. “Why?” He breathes, tilting his chin up in the tiniest of movement as if chasing something with it, or nodding. His jaw tightens, eyes trained on your lips as he waits for your answer. You stay focused on his eyes, mapping out the irises in your mind. Your eyes flutter after a second too long and shake your head, almost fearing the answer yourself. He sighs, his thumb soothing the corner of your jaw as his hand now rests on the left side of your neck, the same side his submerged, dark strands once tickled. Your next breath was a bit more labored and shaky, your eyes losing their nonexistent battle with his. “Please,” He insists, still as gentle as ever. You start to feel your eyes burning a little, the first time in a long while since you felt the sting of building tears. Your jaw tightens this time and you’re trained on his clothed middle.

“I hate it.” you whisper with such venom, quickly sucking in a breath through your teeth as if you admitted a sin. Your head shakes from side to side, shaking so quickly yet so small. Clyde’s eyes met your teary ones with such sadness and understanding, he must’ve been boring into a traumatized bear cub. He stays silent, edging you to let it out, the voices in your head, your doubts. Your nose starts to sting, “I hate- I hate that I can’t look at a single person here without seeing their death. I hate that I know I might be the one to cause it.” You close your mouth, breathing so heavily yet so shallow, your cheeks puff up so slightly. You lick your lips nervously. “I fear that I won’t be able to. I don’t want to. I hate it.” Tears begin to resurface, Clyde wiping them as they fall. “I look around,” You turn your head just enough to see those in the cave underneath, “And-” Your breath begins to quicken, on the brink of hyperventilation, “I-” Clyde pulls your heaving body into his by your neck. Your head resting against his heart as you let out an open mouthed sigh, emptying the air from your lungs suddenly not feeling worthy of it.

Clyde shushes you, wrapping his arms around you, protectively holding your head in his chest, his forearm securing your mid back. His calm breaths leave his body in strings of, “Shh.” The gentle movement of his thumb just behind your ear eases your racing heart, his hand cradling your head like it’s the most precious thing in the world to his. “Please breathe.” You inhale deeply, almost forgetting to do so, the oxygen rushing to your head and making you feel light headed, like the first gasp of air after near drowning. Your eyes stay looking out over everyone in the pit of the cave. You notice the girl, Seven, staring up at you two from her seated position, keeping herself upright with her arms, legs leisurely crossed in front of her. Your eyes meet and there’s a hint of amusement playing in them, her face tainted with a smirk. Why? You couldn’t pinpoint but you would find out later.

Cold slowly consumed you as Clyde pulled away. He looked down at you as you slowly peeled your eyes away from the Seven girl to meet his eyes. His hand remains on the side of your head as his forearm rests at your waist, “You don’t need t’ worry about those things anymore, okay?” He says, awfully convincingly, but you know he’s just lying to comfort you. It somehow doesn’t stop his eyes from looking so genuine, like he knows it. “No more.” He looks so serious and you want nothing more to believe him. His eyes fluster down to where your heart lies in your chest, that pout puffing his lips up as it settles in his brow. He almost begrudgingly removes his hand from your head, it falling to hesitantly hold your hand instead. He looks down at your intertwined hands then back up to your eyes to search for any discomfort, not finding any. He sighs almost happily before scooting to turn his body to face the outside world beyond the cave, urging you to follow. You two are just out of view of the ones in the pit but far enough in the cave’s entrance to be out of view of anyone that might be lingering outside.

You hear the lightest throat clearing coming from the man on your left. You turn your head to look at the side of his, he staring out at the overview of the forest. “How was your life in District Four?” He offers a subject change. You were slightly taken aback by the question, never have been asked that before. “Everyone there a mermaid?” He grunted out the lame joke, cringing at himself the second it left his lips and met his own ears. Nonetheless, it brings the smallest of laughs from you. He thought he’d die for that laugh, to hear more of it, looking over to you once it reached his ears. You shook your head, looking out at the landscape in front of you with a small upward quirk of your mouth’s corners.

“No,” you sighed thinking back on your home. “It’s… nice.” you nod as if confirming your own words. “Everyone is always… prepared. It strengthens us, as a people. We are all very close. A tight knit community. A family. I love it, truly. It’s home, you know?” Your brows furrowed slightly, “But the constant preparations and education on survival in the games casts a cloud over everything.” Your head tilts up to gaze at the stars, something you used to love to do from the docks back home. “Like no matter how happy everyone seems, we’re all just waiting to hear our name called for tribute. Children, Elders, not one person ever has that glint leave their eyes, not for a second. It’s just… It’s hard to see my family like that.” You sigh, a pause settling between you two. You look over to him, his gaze having fallen to the rocky ground in front of your criss-crossed legs. “Do you have a family?” His eyes immediately finding yours, his brows raising a little. “Wife, Children?” His eyes cast over as he blinks a few times, leaving your eyes. You suddenly feel small. “I- I’m sorry. You just… seem like a family man.” You speak so softly, it’s almost hard to hear yourself. He shakes his head.

“No. No, it’s fine. I- uhh…” He starts, trying to find his wording, “I always wanted a family.” He admits. “Always wanted a wife. I jus’… I don’ think I could bare the pain of dealin’ with losin’ my family t’ this life. Couldn’t bare my family losin’ me t’ this life.” He sighs, “Then I got called in, los’ m’ hand, and thing got…” He breathes in and sighs out, “complicated.” His pout reappears. “Had t’ relearn life again, one less hand and a whole lot a… memories.” He sighs again. “It’s complicated, this here life. An’ it’s hard to go on, but we gotta try, movin’ forward, cause that’s all we got.” He looks over to you, losing his pout, his features softening and making him look younger. He sucks on his teeth, shifting his jaw and biting the inside corner of his bottom lip, a thinking habit, you assumed. He peers down to your lips, “I understand you, ya know?” He nods, “Things are hard, and I don’t know if they ever really go away.” He exhales, “But… they do get better, eventually. Get easier. It feels like it takes a time and a half, but things are gon’ start lookin’ up. I promise.” He looks back into your eyes, “Trust me, okay. I won’t let you down.” His eyes so sincere, all you can do is nod, fueling his fantasy. You look away from his eyes, overwhelmed, utterly bewildered at how such a man could contain so much hope and sincerity in times and a place like this; it amazed you.

“Okay.” You responded halfheartedly. His eyes turn stern, focused, determined.

“I mean it, ya hear.” His voice raises in the slightest, hard and structured, demanding your gaze. You look so deeply into his eyes you thought it might be possible to get lost. You just nod. He sighs and just lets you give him that answer. “It’s different this time.” he nods, assuring himself, “different.” He looks away from you to focus on looking out. You stay trained on the side of his face, confused at how he could be so sure. The hope of a determined toddler. You began to wonder if he was even in his right mind, but your heart didn’t care. It pulled to him and his childlike ambition. You squint your eyes at him, trying to figure him out. Failing, you huff out a humorless laugh, shaking your head lightly with a soft smile, turning your head to look up at the invisible dome.

A jarring noise awoke you out of your sleep. You look around you to find yourself still seated on the hard rock of the same cave. Your breath was erratic and your eyes wild, you looked to the right then to the left and found no other than Clyde’s worried, calming eyes. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. You were only out for a few minutes.” He soothes, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly, tugging it a little to bring you back closer to him. You focused on slowing your breathing down as you scooted back over, Clyde resting your intertwined fingers on your knee, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. He took his gaze off you to look up to the ‘sky,’ you follow his eyes. Eight, the girl. Clyde sighs, his tight pout returning to his face. He shakes his head and bows it, letting it sit there for a few short seconds before looking back out to the surrounding land. You studied his actions skeptically. ��I think she was a mother.” he says sorrowfully, he shakes his head again. Your eyes look down then back up to the ‘sky.’ Your heart aches at the thought of her children. They’re probably at home asleep right now, maybe being looked after by her husband, grandparents, no clue that they will never have another chance to see their mother, hear her voice, feel her kiss- You shake out your thoughts and look to the ground, catching Clyde’s attention. He squeezes your hand to gain your attention. “Hey,” you look up to him. “Stop thinking about it. It’ll be okay.” He assures. You furrow your brows and look behind you at the group, doing a mental count.

Six. Six down, as far as you are aware. You tried to recall hearing any other deaths from the past few hours. No, there had to be more than that. One wouldn’t just go off of the platform without killing anyone they sought their eyes on. Those two, District One’s tributes, you were sure that they’d both got at least two bodies each by now, but you couldn’t remember and you would not be taken down and off guard purely because you miscounted. So for now, you would assume twenty people left alive in this cursed dome. You look out to the horizon and see a glimpse of ‘sun’ peeking out. Clyde sighed, looking to you and then down to your hands longingly. “S’pose we get to packin’ up and movin’ out.” He said, still not moving from his spot, both of you wanting this moment of tranquility to last as long as it could, even if it was eerie and nerve wracking. You followed his sigh and nodded, scooting away a little.

“You wake everyone up. I’ll stay here.” You command softly, getting on higher alert and focusing on scanning outwards. He stays trained on you for a few seconds in the silence, savoring everything he can before giving a stiff nod and proceeding to do exactly what you said.

You waited, scanned, while everyone silently rustled behind you. You could hear the man from Three talking, something of a game plan. It was in very hushed tones so you could barely hear but it sounded like he was talking about splitting up, collecting things, explosions. You couldn’t quite tell but you could hear a pair of footsteps honing in from behind you. You peer over your shoulder into the cave to glance at who it is. Seven, the girl from Clyde’s district. She had such a dark look about her, like she hadn’t slept more than two hours in the past two years, but she held a sarcastic smirk on her lips 90% of the time, you’d yet to see her drop it when she isn’t in combat. She struts up to you, unafraid or uncaring of anything. “Hey.” She starts, her voice cutting through the wind like an arrow. You give her a curt nod as a greeting, but she wasn’t done talking, “You know,” her voice varying in tones, a stark contrast to Clyde’s ever deep, calm near monotone rasp, “I have never once seen that brick shithouse of a man so gentle and transparent in my life. It’s kinda weird, to be honest.” She reaches her hand down to you, you look down to her offer and decide to take, against your judgement. She pulls you up to your feet effortlessly. “I think he really thinks your somethin’ special.” She chuckles and shakes her head. “He’s a stupid boy to try and fins a girl in the arena, though.” She rolls her eyes, you bending down to retrieve your backpack and Triton as she goes on, “This isn’t a place to gain a weakness. It already sucks to have to come in here with one of your own.” Everyone down in the pit started to make their way up and out, and you two take this as an opportunity to start making your way out of the cave, she continues, “I envy that about you, ya know.” She glances over to you, you already preoccupied with scoping the land further. You hum in response. “You at least don’t have to worry about backstabbing someone from your own District.” You spare her a glance. She walks through the trees like she owns it, like no one would dare touch her. You paused to let the others catch up after determining there were no immediate threats lingering outside.

You see Clyde helping the girl from Six down from the rocks of the cave. You shook your head, examining this randomly put together team. A band of misfits. You get a surge run through your body, feeling protective over the man of the topic, violent, like you could kill her were she stood just at the thought of her laying a finger on Clyde. Your jaw tightens and your grip on the staff tightens along with it. You look over to her, finding her staring at you with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face. She raises an eyebrow and nods, huffing out a breathy laugh, like she’s mentally patting herself on the back for getting an answer to an unspoken question. She lets out a, “Hmph.” Clyde walks up to the two of you, splitting from the others as they head in another direction. You furrow your brows as you wait for him to reach you both with an explanation.

“Three, Six, and Twelve are gonna and see what things they can gather from the arsenal. We’re up to find ourselves some food and a good ground.” He says. He looks over to the Seven girl and seems to have a silent conversation, causing her to huff and roll her eyes, turning and leading the way for the three of you. You look over to Clyde as he walks past you, following her footsteps, ignoring your curiosity. You’re quick to trail him and drop it, and go back to looking out, determining you’re in charge of watching everyone’s backs.

Your stomach starts to ache at its emptiness but you ignore it and keep your stance strong. You guys find a large clearing, an amateur’s nightmare of an undoing. You all stop at the edge of the trees, just covered enough. “Perfect.” You hear slide from Clyde’s lips. This draws your attention to the two of them, now beside you in a line. You look at them, horrifyingly confused. The girl stood nonchalantly as ever with her arms crossed as she looked out to the field. Clyde is looking out just the same, but standing firm and tall, arms at his sides.

“What?” You speak up, hoping for an answer. Clyde looks over to you.

“It’s for an… ambush plan.” He seems to struggle to explain. You look at his oddly secretive form suspiciously. But your piercing eyes don’t bring the truth out of him, so you drop it and look out to the plane, scoping out the trees, high and low. It would be a good vantage point to have archers up in the trees if you could draw out the others to the field. The boy from Twelve could be good bait. Six and Three would be dead before they could lift a foot to run from any other district left. You sigh and nod. “Let’s go and meet up with the others-” Clyde was interrupted by ear shattering, distant screech and another one of those jarring noises coming from the ‘sky.’ All three of you look up, you silently hoping to find an only vaguely remembered face. The girl from Five. You sigh, unsure if you should be relieved or not. Clyde bows his head a little as the Seven girl starts walking back from where you all came. You wait for Clyde to lift his head again and start walking before you follow. You questioned his actions in your mind but determined to either keep quiet about it or, if you get the chance, ask him later.

The three of you just barely reach the cave from last night before you all hear yells and screams coming from the left, away from the beach the arsenal was located. All three heads whip in the direction, bodies coming to a halt, Clyde is quick to break out formation first, yanking his ax from the straps on the back of his backpack and taking off running in the direction of the screams. You’re hot on his heels before he can get too far, hearing a light scoff coming from the girl before she soon follows behind you. You see through the treeline that the source of the screams came from the Twelve girl. She’s running from a flurry of birds, towards the direction you three are coming from but to the Twelve boy and the duo from Three. All of a sudden, her screams are cut inaudible. The Twelve boy tries to meet her but is stopped by an invisible wall. You three reach the others just as the Twelve girl reaches the force field. She panics, screaming something you couldn’t read. The boy is yelling back at her, trying his best to comfort her cries. They both sink to the ground and the Threes tilt their heads down, sadly, trying to avoid witnessing an untimely end. You stare at the scene in front of you, standing the furthest back, letting the boy have his space. Clyde hits the ‘wall’ with his fist, testing its structure himself.

The scene plays out for a full 63 seconds, you counted, before the invisible field seems to tumble down, along with all the birds. The boy cradles a near passed out archer girl, startling her awake. Seven walks towards them, passing by the two to kick a few dead birds in anger. Clyde walks back to you and simply basks in your close company by standing next to you. Everyone watches the Seven girl as she exclaims, challenging The Capital’s leader. She looks back to the group before shrugging, “He can’t hurt me,” she says bitterly as everyone stays silent, “He’s already taken everything from me.” Her eyes go dark, vengeful. She mutters something towards the Twelve girl before walking off a short distance to regain her composure.

You look up to Clyde, then back to the pair on the ground as the boy tried lifting her up to stand. Clyde looked down to you for a lingering moment, mortality hitting him in a passing wave before he looks around and speaks up, “The Morphlings?” The man from Three looks up to Clyde, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

“They’re on a mission, spying.” He responds, eyes never fully meeting Clyde’s. You looked up to Clyde to find his face very stoic, intimidating. He stood tall and broad and tense. He looked frightening, genuinely, but something in you couldn’t buy it, not with the side you’ve seen of him. Seven’s voice rings out in your head. ‘He really does act differently around me.’ You squint up at him, trying to figure out his game. He accepts Three’s answer and looks down to you, instantaneously calming, all the tension leaving his body. He offers a gentle smile, before Three interrupts the silence again, “Johanna, Wiress, and I are going to continue on South and settle there for the night. Wiress and I are gonna start constructing some parts tonight.” He turns and faces the Twelves and points North, “There’s a stream up that way for you to collect some fresh water.” He finishes the sentence by looking to both you and Clyde, being the only two with backpacks and containers to hold the water. “You guys can head back this way once you’ve gotten everything.” Everyone nods and starts to break off.

The four of you sat at the edge of the passing water, resting your legs and just breathing in silence. You sat at the very edge of the water on a rock, examining how it streams over every pebble. “How ya doin’, water dweller?” a smooth accent rings out from behind you, soft as ever. You look up to find Clyde coming up to sit next to you on the ground, his backpack off to his side. Your shoulders were starting to itch and ache from the straps of yours but you were far too paranoid to take it off. You huff a small laugh and look back to the water.

“Surviving.” You respond bluntly, shrugging.

He hums, “Fair ‘nough.” He nods, pouting out his lips, though this time it wasn’t accompanied by a furrowed brow. He looks up to you from his spot on the ground, just staring like he was trying to burn your memory into his brain. Just as you both were about to speak up, a scream rang out, not too far away. You both spin around to face the source of the noise. Coming from the Southwest, you caught sight of the male Morphling. There didn’t seem to be anyone chasing him but he was closely followed by a sinister looking fog.

“Poison! Poison!” He calls out multiple times trying to warn everyone and get everyone up, which it did. Clyde gripped the backpack and threw it over his shoulders in one swift move, almost just as fast as it took you to stand. Everyone took off, The Morphling not too far behind.

Your heart bounded in your ears as you ran. Clyde yells out to you just as you skid to change directions, the fog coming from the right out of nowhere. It just barely grazes your ankle as you skid, causing you to scream out in pain. But before you could fully register it, Clyde is yanking you up from mid fall and dragging you along, practically throwing you ahead in the opposite way of the fog, his quick reflexes helping regain your footing before your mind catches up to your body. Clyde’s long legs keep up to your fast pace. You hear the Twelve girl and boy yell out in pain but you have no time to look back. You clear a fallen branch and just about jump into a cloud of fog that rushed out from behind a tree, but Clyde’s reaction time was quicker. He yanks you back by your waist tosses you into the other direction as he skid to the ground, his leg falling victim to the poison. His agonized scream rocks you to your core. He had strength enough to get back to his feet but stumbles just far enough away from the fog. You Race back to him and the Twelve boy reaches him just as you do. “I can’t lift him by myself.” You admit, panicking. He nods and takes Clyde’s injured arm, draping it over his shoulder, you mimicking the action with the right. Clyde is well enough to do his best to help carry himself but it’s failing.

You all get far enough to a small clearing, the fog consuming everything around you but the treeline in front of you. The Twelve boy’s foot gets caught on something sticking out of the ground causing him to topple over and twist his ankle, Clyde yelling out in pain as now he’s put more weight on that side, the injured leg. Clyde’s weight bearing too much for you, you fall to the ground with him. He groans out, rolling over in pain. “No! No, Come on!” The Twelve girl yells out frantically, helping the boy up.

“Come on, Clyde. I’m not leaving you.” You say to him, trying to hug his body to yours to lift him as best as you can. You look up, pleading with you eyes for help, and see The Morphling boy pass you all. He turns, skidding to a stop. He makes eye contact with you then down at Clyde. He sprints his way back to you and helps you grab Clyde. He was taller than the Twelve boy but not quite as strong. You both drag Clyde from under his arms, rushing as fast as you can backwards, away from the fog. Clyde yells out again as his leg brushes against the ground, irritating it. The Morphling boy quickly makes his way to Clyde’s feet and lifts them off the ground, making it a bit easier to carry him. You use all the strength you possibly can trying to keep Clyde off the ground, but it’s quickly failing. The Morphling boy screams out in agony as the fog nips at his back. You yank Clyde as much as you can as he’s in mid air, the Morphling boy falling to the ground and losing his hold on Clyde. You yelp in surprise at the sudden full weight of Clyde, but refuse to give up. The fog consumes the body of the Morphling as he takes his last agonizing breath. You try and hold your tears together and keep your grip on Clyde but you don’t make it more than four feet before your body gives in to the exhaustion. You fall to the ground and Clyde lands right on top of you.

You look down, pass his feet to the fog and hold his body closer in a vice grip of a hug. You clench your eyes shut and wait for your doom. But it never comes. You open your eyes just in time to see the fog hit another invisible wall like a wave. In that moment your body drains, all you feel is Clyde’s labored breathing and the weight of him in your arms. Your body goes limp and you lay back with a thud, trying to catch your breath. Your arms fall from around Clyde to lay on the ground beside you both. Your eyelids start to feel heavy and you’re tempted to close them until you hear Clyde rasping out your name repeatedly in a panic, worried since he felt your body relax. “Guys! Guys!” the Twelve girl yanks you out of your trance, interrupting Clyde’s chants. “The water! The water! Get in the water!” she calls out. You have no energy to see why but you just scoot your and Clyde’s body in the direction of her voice and the splashes.

You finally reach the water, feeling it graze your back. You use everything left in you to remove Clyde off of you and shove him in the shallow pond first, careful that his head remains above the surface. You crawl in after him and rest your forehead against his temple, exhausted. The last thing you remember, the feeling of his head turning to face you and the tip of his nose grazing yours as his hand reaches out for you. He calls your name one last time before darkness devours your senses.

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carloswilliamcarlos · 4 years

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I’ve really enjoyed your writing and posts and was wondering if you’d be into doing a one shot or headcanons for Toby with a virgin reader? With some lovin on her tits? I loved your tarot one shot! Only if you’re feeling it though, no pressure! Just thought it might be a different idea to run with🙃x

Um hi you have killed me with this. I hope you enjoy the incoherent nonsense that follows.

Toby’s fingers twirl with yours, sliding between them, tracing them knuckle to knuckle, wrapping them inside his so you can both admire how big and strong his hands look holding yours, how small and sweet your hands look holding his.

You’re shoulder to shoulder on his bed, arms stretched together up above your faces. Your day off had been spent exploring the city, snapping portraits of each other, indulging in dinner and drinks. And now you’re curled up together, still totally clothed, but so, so close.

“This is your love line,” Toby says, his voice vibrating in the air around you. He sweeps his thumb along a random line running through your palm.

“What does it mean?” you ask, knowing he’s bullshitting every word.

“If you have a long love line, it means you’re very, very loved,” he says, bringing his index finger to point at the center of your palm. “And yours is very,” he continues, tracing his finger down over your wrist, “very,” sweeping it down to the crook of your elbow, “very,” running it up your upper arm and over your shoulder to your chin, tilting your face toward his, “very long.”

Toby leans in the last few inches to kiss you, wrapping your lips in his sensuous pink pout. His tongue is quick to slide against yours, tasting the last hint of your cranberry cocktail. The hand at your chin wraps around the side of your neck, claiming you with a grip you’re not sure is more protective or possessive.

Emboldened with need, you sweep a leg over and straddle him. His hands draw to your waist, pulling you down toward him. They dip under your shirt at your lower back, sliding up and exposing your skin inch by inch. Soon they reach your bra strap, popping it open at the clasp.

You sit up with surprise and Toby follows, raising your clothes over your head and throwing them across the room. On instinct, you cross your arms over yourself, covering your bare chest.

“What’s wrong?” Toby asks with genuine concern, his hands hovering at your sides, not daring to touch you.

“Nothing,” you shake your head, eyes cast down at the blankets. “I just haven’t… really… done this… before.” You bite your lip in uncertainty, looking up through your lashes to gauge Toby’s reaction.

“Mi tesoro,” he mutters. He reaches up to brush a hand sweetly against your face. “Do you want me to stop?”

You can’t shake your head fast enough.

With a smile, Toby meets your lips in a sinful kiss. He pores into you, teases you, tastes you, devours you with his plush, skillful kiss. You steady yourself with hands on his broad shoulders. He soon dips down your neck, hands now grabbing at your hips and rolling his own subtly up against you.

His warm hands slide up your sides to rest at your ribcage. His thumbs trace along the undersides of your breasts. Still connected at the lips, you take this hands in yours and guide them up over your tits, giving him permission to feel you. The moan that leaves his mouth is nothing short of filthy,

He squeezes them gently, feeling the weight of them in his palms. He teases his thumbs over your nipples, brushing softly back and forth over the buds until they harden. You feel every tiny touch right down to your clit, your pussy growing hotter wetter by the second.

His lips drop to press a few hungry kisses to your neck and he circles arms around your waist, pulling you closer so you’re kneeling as your straddle him, your tits right in his face. His kisses trail down across your collarbone, over your sternum and to the valley between your breasts, where he licks a long, wet stripe. He revels in the way your chest heaves as you inhale and exhale so deeply, desire clouding your senses.

Toby wraps his hands around the sides of your breasts again, brings his mouth to your left nipple and licks over it in a slow, silky circle, It’s soft at first until he points his tongue so you can feel the pressure of his every move. His tongue flits rapidly against the bud, teasing you with little kitten licks. Then he sucks your nipple into his mouth, sucking as much as he can as hard as he can, pulsing over and over and massaging it with his tongue until he lets it slip out from between his lips, a single strand of saliva connecting it. He does the same thing with the other, hot breath leaving his nose in desperate puffs as he devours you.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dripping now, if you said you couldn’t feel the thick, hard length of him pressing against your thigh each time you rock your hips. You’d be lying if you said you don’t want more, need more. But it’s also so much, so fast. And you have all the time in the world. This has to be enough… for tonight.

You tell him this in so many words as you swing your leg off of him and slide off the bed to search for your clothes.

“What?” he asks, following you with a shocked little open-mouthed stare. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll see you again soon,” you smile, pulling your top over your head and giving him one last glance at your bare body. You bend over and grab your bra from the ground and take it with you to the bed, where you lean over to give Toby a final kiss. “Until then,” you say, pressing your bra to his lap, “keep this safe for me.”

His fingers curl around it as his gaze follows you to the door, a dazed half-smile the last thing you see as you click it closed behind you.

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barbers-glimmerin-darlin · 4 years

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Summerboy

Toby Grummett x (Fem) Reader

Summary: Oneshot inspired by Lady Gaga's song 'Summerboy'. You meet a young Toby while spending your summer travelling.

Warnings: Unbearable fluff, kinda sad (nothing too major), mentions of sex (nothing explicit)

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: @hopeamarsu @millenialcatlady @goddesstonythetiger

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“I still think we should exchange numbers.”

“That’s completely the opposite of what we should do Toby.” You couldn’t help but be silently thankful for the sunglasses covering your eyes as they began to fill with tears. The summer had gone by in a complete blur, and now it was almost over. It was time to say goodbye.

You’d decided that you were throwing caution and responsibility to the wind that summer, and announced to your friends and family that you were going travelling around Spain, that’s where the dart had landed when you’d thrown it at the map of the world hanging in your room.

After much protest from your parents who’d begged you to take a friend with you, you’d convinced them to just let you go alone as you had planned. You’d just been craving absolute freedom, you wanted to do whatever you wanted to do, whenever you wanted to do it. As soon as your plane had landed you’d got the distinct feeling that this was going to be a summer you’d remember when you were an old lady sitting in your rocking chair.

You’d been travelling for about a week when you met him, Toby. You’d been milling around an open air market in a secluded little village when you’d accidentally wandered straight through the middle of a scene he was trying to shoot with his friends. He’d stormed straight over to you, griping about how you should be paying more attention, how you’d completely ruined his shot.

You were instantly transfixed by this tall, sort of awkward looking young man in front of you. He was all dark fluffy hair and towering physique, an interesting moustache above his luscious top lip, quite unlike anyone you’d met on your travels so far.

You’d shocked Toby by showing a keen interest in what he was doing, asking him complex questions about his work. He’d initially tried to pretend that you were irritating him, and he’d brushed you off by telling you that you were welcome to watch as long as you didn’t get in the way again.

It’s safe to say that the irritation didn't last long.

You’d spent all day with Toby and his friends, travelling with them as they perfected the final shots for their student film, it was night by the time they’d finished, and you and Toby found yourself intimately huddled close to one another in a little bar you’d found down a side street.

Though he and his friends were due to go back home the following day, by the end of the night Toby had decided to do something spontaneous for once, and told his friends to go back without him. He was going to spend some more time in Spain.

They’d told him he was absolutely crazy, staying behind in a foreign country with some girl he’d just met that day. But he didn’t care, it was the summer, the film was finally fully shot, why shouldn’t he just be young and dumb for once? And that had been the beginning of your summer with Toby.

You’d done everything together, you’d visited the strangest places, seen the most beautiful architecture. You’d checked into some questionable hotels and hostels, always eager to get a private room so you could explore each other’s bodies the way you’d been exploring the beauty of Spain.

You’d called in at farms as you passed them, doing a days labour picking fruit in exchange for money to put fuel in Toby’s rickety old motorbike, and sometimes even a meal with the farmer and their family, getting by on yours and Toby’s rudimentary Spanish. You remembered fondly the days you’d spend on beaches, rolling around in the sand and playing in the sea, Toby capturing as much as he could on film. You still blushed at the memory of when you’d found a completely abandoned cove of beach and Toby had convinced you to sunbathe topless, he’d worshipped you like a goddess right there under the beating sun.

You’d fallen in love this summer, you were sure of it, and you’d never expected to. But here you were, on a hilltop watching the sun set over the mountains, Toby’s arms around you as you both leant against his motorbike which had carried you all over for the past two months.

“Why did we say we weren’t going to keep in touch?” He asked you, his voice quiet, so different from the loud, vivacious man you’d come to know.

“That’s just what this is, don’t you think? That’s why it’s special.” You could hardly look at him as you tried to tell yourself this was the right thing to do. You hadn’t gone travelling to find a man and settle down, and now you’d gotten a taste of sweet freedom you didn’t want to let go.

“It’s special alright, I’d have never seen you coming in a million years.” Toby joked, but there was truth in his voice that made your heart ache.

“I’ve had the best time, Toby. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another you.” You told him, summoning the strength to turn and face him, desperate to memorise every detail of his face.

“We’ll meet again, there’s no doubt in my mind.” His voice was confident and sure as his hands grasped your waist, he smiled his big goofy smile at you, warming you from head to toe.

“You’ll be a big hot-shot director by then, you won’t remember little old me.” You laughed, pushing your sunglasses up onto your head so you could look into his passionate brown eyes.

“I could never forget you mi viajera.” His eyes sparkled in the dying sunlight as he stroked your cheek with his warm fingers. He was already thinking of all the beautiful things he could create with the hours of footage he’d got of the two of you having the time of your lives, he knew it would be his finest piece of work.

You placed your hands on either side of his handsome face, feeling his dimples under your palms as he beamed, and you pulled his face down to yours so you could kiss him. Your lips met slowly, sweetly, it sent tingles down the length of your body.

You pulled away and gazed at each other for a long moment, broken only when you’d ruffled his hair roughly, causing you both to break out into happy laughter.

“Come on, take me for a ride.” You said, watching as he swung his long leg over his bike, following his actions to sit comfortably behind him. You locked your arms around his waist as he revved the bike to life, squealing happily as he sped off down the dusty road.

You had one more night together, and you were going to make it count. You’d be gone by the time he woke up in the morning, but you’d always have the summer, and he’d always be your summer boy.

#toby grummett x reader #toby grummett #toby grisoni #the man who killed don quixote #tmwkdq #ADCU #Adam Driver #Gaga + Driver Oneshots #Summerboy

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years

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Toby Oneshots

A/N: Here’s all the juicy thots about our resident matador! Enjoy babes!🖤

Canon Oneshot Requests:

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direnightshade · 4 years

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Baby Meme (Part 1)

Interjecting into Kylo week with some fun memes courtesy of this ask. This will be part one of two (with part two being posted tomorrow).

Paul Sevier

Paterson

Toby Grisoni

Adam Sackler

Ronnie Peterson

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eddiesfaerie · 4 years

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Hi, friend!! 😊 If you’re up for writing for Toby, I’d love to request 41) “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

Thank you!! 💕

ahhh Brit thank you so much for sending this in<3333 i hope you enjoy it! (this is my first time writing for toby so hopefully i didnt fuck it up lmao)

The theatre was buzzing with excited chatter, spectators anxious for the play to begin.

Toby had somehow acquired two tickets to an acclaimed Italian show and he graciously asked you to accompany him. Who were you to refuse such a luxury?

Your knee bounced up and down relentlessly, it had been over an hour now that you’d been waiting for the lights to dim, for the curtains to draw back. Toby and you were infamously late for nearly every event you’ve attended together in the past, and this one was no different. However, that fact didn’t really seem to matter, not tonight.

The time elapsed from the moment you arrived at the theatre to the present made it seem as though you two were the first to arrive at the venue, hours in advance.

You sighed, grumbled, and threw your head against Toby’s shoulder, bored out your mind and now your stomach was beginning to growl in hunger. You should have brought that snack you had debated over before leaving after all.

“Stop whining.” Toby huffed at you, his own knee bouncing just as much as yours, probably just as annoyed at the excessive delay as you were.

“I’m so bored, I can’t help it Toby.” You pout, rolling your head against the back of your cushioned seat. Toby’s massive hand suddenly wraps itself onto your thigh, his fingers coming to dig into your supple flesh covered by an expensive dress, an expensive dress which he had bought for you.

“Stop being a fucking baby about it.” He practically growls at you. You let out the tiniest squeak at his firm grip, not having expected him to be so forceful out of nowhere. His nails begin to dig through the material.

“Ow, Toby that hurts, what-” He leans in, leans in real close and real suave. Voice low, smooth like leather and dripping like molasses.

“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

“Toby-”

“Fucking try me, amore.”

You stare at him, eyes wide, mouth agape, cunt pulsing. It never took much for him to rile you up, even worse, you knew he wasn’t bluffing. Maybe he wouldn’t take you directly over his knee, but there was no way he’d let you get away with being a brat that easily, even if you did have an audience.

God knows he’s done it before.

Toby continues to glare at you, never letting go of the vice grip he has on your thigh. You twist in discomfort, trying to get him to ease up but your struggle only seems to press him further. His nose trailed along the length of your neck, hiding his face in the curtain of your hair, he lets his tongue poke out to caress your sweet, delicate flesh.

“I’m… I’m-” Words were lost to you. The packed theatre surrounding you slowly began to fade into the background, the only thing on your mind was Toby, Toby, Toby.

“You’re, you're what, baby?” He mocks, teeth nibbling on your earlobe.

“I’m s-sorry.” Toby laughs headily, his warm breath hitting the sensitive skin behind your ear, taking note of the dimming lights and quieting audience.

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” His hand and lips retract from you as he comes to sit in his seat properly, crossing his legs over his pulsing dick. You lurch towards him now, trying to connect your lips to his neck, needing his attention.

The swift swish of the curtains drawing open filters into your senses, your lip coming into a plump pout once you realize the show you’ve been waiting for was about to begin. Only now, its the last thing you're interested in.

“Toby please, take me in the bathroom. I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll be good now, I’ll be good for you.”

Without turning his head towards you, Toby says so quietly you almost miss it, “Tesorina, if you so much as make me miss one second of this show, you’re going to have to do a lot more than apologize tonight.”

Without missing a beat, the loud eruption of applause fills the venue as the actors filter on stage.

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myficrecommendations · 4 years

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Everything Henry Cavill/Characters

Everything Adam Driver/Characters

John Wick

Harry Potter (Series)

on tumblr’s algorithm and supporting content creators

on how to leave comments and what to say

last updated: 14 November 2020

#masterpost #adam sackler x reader #kylo ren x reader #tobi grisoni x reader #charlie barber x reader #paterson x reader #pale (burn this) x reader #clyde logan x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #ronnie peterson x reader #dan jones x reader #paul sevier x reader #henry cavill x reader #geralt x reader #clark kent x reader #walter marshall x reader #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #henry!holmes x reader

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swiss-mrs · 4 years

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Let There Be War (1/?)

(Clyde Logan || Hunger Games: Catching Fire AU)

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Implications of Death, PTSD, Lil’ Angsty

Your eyes glazed over, your ears deaf to the world around you, you make your way down the hall, vacant in the late hours. Everything around you seemed a blur as you focused on keeping your mind blank, it being the only way you could get yourself through these next handful of hours. These last few hours. These could be your lasts. Your last time walking through the hall you’d hoped to never see again. The last time breathing so freely. The last time-

You furrowed your brows, steps and thoughts coming to a pause. ‘Who the hell is up this late still training?’ You silently ask yourself, though you have no place considering you too were up to, in fact, train. From the sounds of it, it was a man. You clenched your jaw, becoming on guard. ‘12?’ you begin questioning yourself further as you pick your steps back up, ‘2? 1?’ you round the corner to the training room slowly, coming to the conclusion. ‘7.’

Up on the slightly raised platform stood the already towering, 3/4ths armed man. His long,wavy locks messed around his face, falling out of his poorly tied ponytail, strands forced out by the sheer power of his fierce plows. The axe wielder could strike fear into the heart of any man just by standing a fair distance away merely holding the thing, but to see him in action, it made you nearly give up then and there. Each swing masterfully executed, his lack of limb not phasing him in the slightest. Every combination he did was followed by a low grunt; the entire spectacle so fluid and efficient, it could easily pass as a blur. Not too long after you stood in the entryway, he stopped to give his screaming muscles a break, only then noticing your presence. He stood up to his full, intimidating height, greeting you with only a curt nod as the focus on his face never left. He trained his eyes on you as you walked into the room fully now, making your way to the weapons rack. You hadn’t bothered to look back to him, not wanting to make the target on your back even larger. Keeping your head down, you pick the bow staff, each end sharpened to a deadly point, it reminding you of the tridents back home, but this being more efficient and versatile. You pick it up grudgingly, getting a far off look in your eyes, failing in the attempts to void yourself of the flashbacks.

You feel your heart rate quickening at the memories but are quick to squeeze your eyes shut and shake them from the confines of your head. You bite the inside of your bottom lip in frustration at the lack of focus your memories lead you to. Sighing, you lift your head to look over at another matted platform off to the side of the training room with a shaky breath, still feeling the itch of Seven’s stare. You spare a half glance in his direction before treading your way over to the mat. Skipping the single step up to the platform, you raise yourself up with one stride, making your way to the dimly lit, spotlighted center. Coming to a halt, you look at the staff down in your hand, unmoving. You stand there for a few sparing seconds before dropping into stance. You stand with your legs spread just enough for your knees to bend comfortably, feet planted solidly on the ground, your weight distributed to all the right points. Your back now facing the man who’d yet dared to move from his spot, your head remained forward, catching glimpses of the man from the corner of your eye as you stayed trained on the imaginary target on the wall. You tried to keep your breath steady as all the memories you’d once come to terms with started to flood back. ‘Focus.’

Taking a deep breath in from your nostrils, you focus on the feeling of the cold metal of the staff pressed so close to your cheek as you point it at said ‘target’. Mindless. Begin your training. Within the bat of a fly’s wing, your staff left its position from across your cheek at eye level to gliding through the air fast enough to make wind slicing sounds as you tear it through each invisible obstacle your mind conjured up.

Your heart pounded through your ears at a painful, headache inducing rhythm. Your breaths exited your mouth through pursed lips, puffing your cheeks out with each exhale. Your fighting was near silent, stealthy, swift. Each swing held a momentum of a death blow. Every target you landed came in flashes. Faces of those you’d slain in your past game interrupted your vision with each blow. Stopping only once you’d drenched through your training top, you found yourself back in your original position. Back at the start. Your jaw clenched back shut as you forced your pants to filter through your nose. Not being able to bring yourself back into reality, you stayed motionless, your breathing the only thing filling the silence. Feeling a gentle hand graze your shoulder, you are quick to turn your weapon on whom it belonged to. Your vision creeping back to you, you find the large man standing on the business end of your speared staff, arms held halfway up in surrender.

“Easy.” his accented low tone draws out. “It’s alright.” he whispered out calmly. “It’s okay.” The largely built man took slow steps closer to you, lowering his hand to the metal of the staff and running it closer to where yours rested on it. Your grip weakened and you let him disarm you, something that would have been foolish if it was not he who did it. The dark locked man stood in front of you, tossing the staff off to the side of the mat, careful for it not to make a loud noise if it were to land on the concrete floor. You now faced each other, your pupils blown wide and breaths still a bit staggered. Your widened eyes stared off into your own traumatized imagination in the line of his abdomen, barely even registering him cautiously closing in on your distance. It wasn’t until you felt yourself get pulled into his grip did you bring yourself back. Panic settles in a bit but just prior to realizing that this hold wasn’t hostile at all but an embrace. You tensed up, turning your head to not get suffocated by his tightly clad chest. You felt his chin rest on the crown of your head, causing your lids to falter.

Committing to a blink, you notice the dampness of your lashes caress your cheeks. You look down as if you could see your own tears streak down your face. Taking in a gasp through your nostrils, you are taken aback to find yourself crying. How had you not noticed? You felt Seven pull you a little closer, tightening his hold on you in the slightest, as not to scare you but also wanting you to find comfort and safety in the arms around you. Your lips turn downward as the bottom begins to quiver along with your chin. The feeling of more tears and the overwhelming pounding in your head start to get the better of you. To keep yourself from breaking into sobs, you bury your face into his warm chest and wrap your arms around his middle loosely, still not finding the strength to fully submit to the man whose name escapes your mind.

You two stood there for an undetermined amount of time, he rocking you side to side and rubbing your back while shushing your silent cries. You decide against your overbearing desire to stay in his comfort and pull back slightly, his que to let you go. You both pull away from each other, you still shying from making eye-contact. The seemingly simple gesture weighing so heavy on your shoulders. Looking at him, really seeing him, would only mean more pain when it came time to part from his lively eyes. “Can I tell you my name?” He asks, taking you off guard causing you to stiffen back up and raise your eyes from his shoes to his torso straight ahead of you. You furrow your brows, questioning. “I’m assumin’ you’re choosin’ to find as many ways to remain detached from everyone here...” He trails off. Your silence solidifies his assumption but after standing and staring thoughtfully into his rib cage, your nod answers his question. “Clyde.” He rumbles out, “It’s Clyde.” Still focusing your gaze below his shoulders, he sighs, taking his eyes from searching your face to retreating to your shoes. His head dropped low, causing a few miscellaneous strands to fall and frame his face. “I-” he struggles to get out, “I don’t really do this, probably out a’ the same fear you hold, but-” he cuts himself off with a huff of air through his nostrils, pouting as he looks as if he’s racking his brain, going through his options, before his speech picks up again, “in this game- these games… allies seem to be what gets folks the furthest.” He infers his proposition. You begin to shake your head furiously, a frightened expression making its way to your features. “The team from Twelve and Three have already got Six in and Johanna ‘n’ me are joinin’ ‘em” He continues in spite of your disagreements, keeping his eyes on your shoes. You slowly start to create some distance between you two, still shaking your head. “‘N’ seein’ that you're by yerself… I jus’ thought.” You find yourself on the other end of the mat now, staring frightfully at his shoes as he continues to mumble reasonings on.

“I-” your rasped voice stutters out, “I can’t.” Clyde stops his mumbling his look back to your face.

“I know. I know you think you’re protectin’ yourself, your mind by not comin’ together with anyone, but…” he pleads, making an attempt to close the gap a little more, “please. Please, I don’t want you to force yourself to go through this again… alone.” He says, your eyes shooting to his finally at the final word. Your heart catches in your throat at the sight of his warm toned eyes. “Make this time different.” He says softly, reaching an open, upward facing palm out to you. “It’ll be okay.” He pleads. “I promise.” Swearing to you so intently through his eyes, you find the strength to tear yours away, dropping the gaze down to his hand. You stare at it almost longingly before you shut your eyes tight, shaking your head ever so slightly. Opening them back up, you meet Clyde’s eyes again, your lids fluttering before going back to his unwavering hand. You take those few steps back to him halfheartedly, slowly lifting your left hand to hover over his right. He waits until you lower it on your own before engulfing your hand in his calloused one securely, stating with the small gesture that he was serious, that he wanted to earn your trust, keep you safe. And that maybe, maybe this time would be different.

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Hello there! This was just a short little water tester I typed up last night or this morning rather and I’m curious about some feedback.

I may or may not be really excited about this concept

I plan on making a little series out of this as there is so much I want to unpack and build upon. I’m writing this as I go (which I don’t usually do due to my incredible procrastination skills) so please bare with me.

I’m just so gosh darn exCITED

I’m gonna try and get up another part up today so stay tuned if you’re interested in my far fetched shenanigans.

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