#unless I heavily crop his lower part out SOBS

[kavehater]

Okayyy so since kaveh is Persian particularly Kurdish Persian they have a specific fit which is like a long abaya (i don’t think it’s an abaya but like I’m trying to put something as a comparator) and they wear this particular waistband ? Waist covering ? Thing . Whatever 😭 and a head covering but like kaveh seems to have nothing apart from that waist belt thing. Although I might be reaching and participating in major cope but like that’s what it seems like ? Granted I only kinda briefly know about Iraqi kurds not the Persian ones so I’m not entirely sure if there is a disparity but yeah 😭

And I’m aware that kavehs outfit is like a gift from someone (as seen in his outfit description :3) but still LMAO

I was too busy clowning on kaveh and alhaithams fits this whole time for them being so random that I didn’t realise that if I were to squint and look to the side and say abracadabra at 3am kavehs belt (sache ? thing ?!) is actually in the slightest a cultural thing LMAO

[woodrokiro]

Hollowed (fic) Part One

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: IchiRuki

Summary: They call her a miracle, but he looks at her as if she’s normal. It scares her. Fantasy/Futuristic/Zombie kinda?AU

A/N: Oh you know just looking at @ichirukimonth AU themes and getting started on ideas and thought HEY what about this combination of three of them and try to make it a oneshot?? Too late, here I am with a probable multi-chap pic that idk what I’m doing with because I’m a piece of shit. 

In an Old book she snuck out of Master Yamamoto's quarters, she reads about a child goddess.

It's like reading a fairy tale. Not so long ago, in a place not so far away (maybe, perhaps: how would she know?), there was a country that believed a goddess of some kind would leap into a lovely young girl, inhabiting her body until she first bleeds, menstrual or otherwise. The goddess' spirit then flees to another child, leaving the young girl confused and no longer considered immortal by her people. But until then: the girls lived lavishly, eating whatever they wished, wearing only the finest of jewelry and silks upon their skin and commanding whoever they wanted.

Rukia cannot keep her eyes off one little goddess' picture who can't be older than ten; how beneath the heavy, spiritually metaphorical makeup and gown she looks so convinced, so sure of her position in the world. She truly believes she is her people's salvation. There is so much in common between the two of them it hurts, but moreso: she envies the girl. Faith was such a luxury in the Old World. A whimsy to pick and choose a random child as their deity. To not worry that they got it wrong, because in a few years they'll have another chance.

Rukia has no such leisure, because while the ones around her may consider her a miracle sent from Heaven, the very fate of civilization lies (somewhere) in her blood.

-- He comes to the gates on a cold day, gritting his teeth as he leads a group of five others.

The mist common to the mountain enclosure covers the hills like a blanket, so thick you can only see maybe five feet in front of you. It is a wonder the guards did not mistake him for a Hollow One, seeing how dirty and disheveled he and the others are. Luckily for them all, he is loud, boisterous, yammering on to open the fucking gates, he and his people are tired from climbing all this way, goddamn it! The guards are startled, because 1. To shout unless in emergency is forbidden within any village (even in the mainland), 2. It has been a long, long time since anyone Living tried to come up to the gates, and 3. Who does this man think he is to be just ushered in without issue, when so many before him were turned away?

Master Yamamoto, the soldiers and doctors usher her into the greeting room, where she is heavily veiled and sits directly behind Renji and Ikkaku with Master Yamamoto at the forefront. While he claims it is an act of mercy to let them within the gates, Rukia knows it was in fact only that he was afraid of what the man's shouts might bring.

It had been quite a while since they had seen a swarm of Hollow Ones, but who knows?

They are all lead in, and Rukia is able to scan each of them for herself: three men, one woman and two girls. The men and woman seem about her age, teenagers just on the cusp of adulthood. She tries not to pity the two younger girls, how they clutch each others' hands like a lifeline.

They will not be here long, she knows. Nobody has in a long time.

Master Yamamoto clears his throat. "Good comrades," he starts, eyeing each of them with what seems to be a gentle old man's smile, but Rukia knows it better to be calculating. "We welcome you to our haven, if for just a short time. We hear you have caused quite an uproar outside of our gates.... Frankly, I can't help but think that quite rude, considering what dangers we all know to lie out there. Did you not consider a Hollow One could still follow? Or five? Or twenty?"

A man of the group with glasses steps in front, bowing slightly. "Sir, I apologize for my... Friend next to me, of course he exclaimed without realizing the complication of his actions, we are simply afraid, weary, and hungry--"

"We need jobs." A boy with orange hair steps in front of his friend, and it is here that Rukia truly allows herself to notice these strangers, at least this one, because she pales and shakes and thinks Master Yamamoto's fiction stories are real: ghosts are real, there's one in front of me right there--

She is shaken out of her haunting with Master Yamamoto's scoff. "Clearly you are not from the mainland parts, my son. If you were, you would know that we have no positions  available. We are always sure to come down the mountain when we do."

"You haven't come down the mountain in years--"

"Because we have been blessed enough to not need replacement. Now, I will forgive the trespassing, the commotion too for your youth if you would kindly go back to where you came from--"

"We were attacked. There is no village left to return to."

There is an audible gasp from within the room, and a few frightened sobs echo from a few servants. Some were blessed to have a couple of family members to live up here with them, but most of the newer members--all servants and maids, never the soldiers or doctors--had been providing for their loved ones in the mainland until spots could be open. No longer, Rukia thinks silently as she watches Yamamoto's face remain stoic in the face of yet another tragedy.

He lifts his hand for silence. "My heart mourns for you, comrades. If you are from Karakura, you must know that many of our members here are from your village. We will grieve for their family and friends alike. But there is simply no room, we are short enough on crops and trust alike given the last attack from Hueco Mundo for our Prized One. What we have here is sacred, and we cannot logistically afford another potential betrayal. I am sorry, but you must seek refuge elsewhere. Perhaps Rukongai will take you in."

The leader seems unsurprised, even as the people in his group look disheartened and angry alike. Instead, he pulls a sword from his back, lowering it carefully to the ground at the hostile reaction of the soldiers. He meets Yamamoto's stare the whole way as he rises to his full height again.

"Isshin--my father--sends his regards."

An audible murmer flickers through the room, but Rukia is not paying attention to that: her eyes are on Master Yamamoto's slightly paled expression.

Finally, he clears his throat. "You are Isshin's boy?"

"I am. My sisters are with me as well."

"Then I presume Isshin is...?"

"I don't know. I've been able to come all this way because I don't allow myself to think about it. As the attack was happening he told me to take this up the mountain with a grin on his face, said 'Old Man Yama owes me a debt,' or something. He was fighting them off the last I saw, but I took my friends and sisters and ran and never looked back."

Yamamoto nods slowly throughout, as if he cares. "I see. And do you have fighting capabilities, boy?"  

"I've been training and fighting with this sword since before I knew what it meant."

"And the others? Are they of any use?" He looks at them all carefully.

"They are all versatile in their own ways, which I will only reveal if you give your word to let us stay. All of us."

The men stare hard at one another, until finally--to Rukia's surprise--Yamamoto gets up from his seat with a quick nod. "Very well. You and I will discuss this further in my library. Hinamori, if you would be so kind as to lead our new guests into the west wing. I believe there may be one or two rooms available to rest, however it may need some cleaning and dusting on the way in..."

The guards help Rukia up from her seat and turn her to the direction of her own quarters, but not before she sees the golden haired boy looking at her.

It's a gaze of curiosity, of searching for... Something, but.... It's a look of normalcy, too. Like he's wondering what's so special about her to be wearing the lavish robes and veils she does.

Nobody has really looked that long at her before, either.

Her shoulder throbs.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Angsty request here! Scenario: The chocobros are fighting against some Imperial Army troopers and they're just about to finish the last one off. As they go in for the final attack, the enemy uses the chocobros s/o as a human shield. It's too late to stop mid-attack, and their s/o is seriously hurt (almost fatally but not quite). How would the chocobros react: when it happened, with the other chocobros while their s/o was recovering, and after their s/o had healed?

*Comes sliding in the Angst* Angst check list is ready! I’m ready! Let’s do this!

~~~~~

Noctis

Noctis froze in shock, his sword piercing through your sternum, as you stare at him in the eye a look of shock and horror on your own face. The Prince quickly released his sword, reaching out to catch you, as Prompto shot the MT within the face, stunning it long enough for Noctis to moved you both out the way.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Noctis cried, holding you tightly. He hardly heard Ignis call for a tactical retreat, nor when Gladiolus removed you from his arms. Everything was a complete blur as he moved after the others to a safe heaven.

“We have to wait an see Noct.” Ignis replied, resting a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Lucky they had found a rather decent motel to rest at, yet you were in a medically induced coma. Three high potions,and two elixirs later, Noctis stared at you in the bed beside his chair, his hand linked with your own, he couldn’t believe it! He should have been able to stop himself from swinging, maybe he could go back and stop this, maybe he could try to heal you.

For once in his life, Noctis was unable to sleep. Each time he closed his eyes he was rewarded with that horrible shocked look you gave him, before your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Ignis was always telling him to be cautious on the battlefield and now look what happened! You were hurt and currently struggling to breath within a Motel bed. Ignis had explained that while Noctis did not hit anything vital with his sword, you would be weak for sometime and would possibly be needed to rest much longer n a safe house should you not recover in the next few days.

Yet Noctis couldn’t bare that, you had started this journey with him, and he’d be damned if anything were to happen to you where he couldn’t protect you any further. For the next couple of Days, Noctis laid beside you, only leaving the bed for small moments at a time. Yet he ate, slept and stayed by your side refusing to leave you even when the others promised to take care of you.

“Noct…”

Blue eyes shot open, as he looked to you laying beside him, a hesitate hand reached out to stroke your face. That’s when he heard it again, a soft call of his name, “Y/N?”

Noctis watched as your eyes fluttered open, turning to him, as you smiled softly, “Noctis, where are we?”

“In a motel.” Noctis smiled softly, as he reached out toward you hand.

“Why, what happened?”

His hand stopped just before grabbing your own, “I…I…”

“An MT unfortunately used you as a human shield, yet for now, lets see how you are fairing.” Ignis called sparing his Prince the horror of reliving the moment.

Another couple of days of bedrest and you were finally able to make it back onto the field as it were. Yet you had noticed that Noctis was never far away from you in a fight, or while in town, he would constantly look to your chest, as you had to wear low rise shirts to avoid aggravating the scar that had formed there.

“Noctis.” You called one evening, getting yourself and the Prince alone. When you had recovered you had to corner both Gladiolus and Prompto to get more information. Noctis blamed the entire thing on himself, and you couldn’t let that stand “Give me your hand.”

Noctis did so without hesitation, only to jump as you placed the hand in the center of your chest, where the scar had formed, as he tried to pull away. “What are you?”

“This wasn’t your fault, I don’t blame you. I knew what could happen when I feel in love with you, and nothing can change that!” You replied, as you felt the Prince tug away from you again, as you allowed him to pull away, only to gasp as he pulled you into his chest.

“Thank you.”

~~~~~

Prompto

That shriek would forever haunt Prompto’s world!

A shriek of pain from you, as one of his bullets went directly through your stomach. It had fortunately killed the creature that grabbed a hold of you. Yet when you body fell along side it, that’s when Prompto panicked, he rushed over with the others, finding you on your back.

“Y/N are you still with us?” Ignis called kneeling beside you.

You made a gurgling noise, before turning your head and coughing up blood all over the ground, you hand going to the wound on your stomach that was bleeding out heavily. “Prom…”

Ignis immediately provided you a Hi-Potion, than a Potion for extra measure, “We should move her back to camp. Y/N can you move?”

Prompto watched your eyes were still locked on him, as you clung to the front of your bloody shirt, he flinched back as he heard you call his name again. Only tearing his eyes away, as he stepped back, you were so angry at him, he was certain.

You blinked confusion, it still hurt to move to breathe, “Prompto…” You whispered again, attempting to reach out to him. Only to feel your heart break as he turned away from you, stepping back behind Noctis, to further block your gaze. “Promp…”

“Y/N,” Ignis called, as you shifted your gaze to him. “Are you able to move?”

You nodded weakly, attempting to sit up, yet only succeed in collapsing back to the ground again. Yet you had fallen in such away that you physically saw Prompto take a step forward and then quickly back away.

“I got ya.” Gladiolus called, picking you up rather smoothly and without  reopening your injury.

You tried peeking around the mountain of muscle to view Prompto, yet the way he stood and followed the others, he was hidden from your sight. You felt the tears falls from your eyes, as you lowered your face into the collar of your half jacket allowing yourself to cry. All you wanted was your Prompto.

“We’ll need to get her cleaned up, and dispose of her clothing with blood.” Ignis replied, as they made it to camp. “Do you believe that she’ll be able to keep anything down Prompto?”

“Uh, yeah.” Prompto muttered, missing the look Ignis gave him over his glasses.

“Come on pipsqueak, you’re going to need to be the one to undress her.” Gladiolus called, moving you into the tent.

“Uh right.” Prompto called, taking a deep breath, he could do this. On the way back you had fallen asleep, so it was nothing to clean you up, and then Ignis could feed you. He could do this!

When Prompto moved into the tent, Gladiolus had already removed your jacket, and set up a bowl of water, and a rag to clean your hands and stomach of the blood. Yet as Prompto sat on the opposite side of you, he almost found himself begging for Gladiolus to come back so that he wouldn’t be alone with you.

What if he hurt you again?

You blinked back awake as you felt something lift your shirt over your head, before noticing that you were inside the tent. The throbbing in your stomach had moved to be just a small annoyance at this point. Yet you jumped as you felt something cold splash on your stomach.

“Sorry.” He responded, not even noticing that you were awake, finishing with your stomach rather quickly.

That sounded like, “Prompto?” You called, yet didn’t get a response so you glanced down, verifying that it was indeed the blonde. “Prompto?” You smiled, yet he was concentrating on cleaning the blood from your hands. “Prompto?” Was he ignoring you?

Prompto tried his hardest to pretend that he didn’t hear your pleads, he wanted to finish cleaning you and then leave. He went to grab your other hand, when he felt your hand slam into his leg. The blonde made the mistake of looking toward your face, as he saw you crying, which quickly sent him scrambling away.

Even though the pain had ebbed tremendously at this point, moving did tighten the skin, and cause you to flinch as you rolled over, “Prompto, please.”

“I…I’m sorry.” Prompto called, as he quickly rushed out the tent.

You stared in shock, you didn’t want anything right now, but your Prompto. Tears began to fall faster from your eyes curling in on yourself. Able to ignore the pain within your stomach, due to the pain being within your heart was much worse. Through blurry eye you reached out snagging a hold of part of one of his shirts from his bag. Pulling it close as you used it to muffle your tears and sobs.

When Ignis arrived to call you to dinner, the man instead found you curled tightly around Prompto’s shirt, luckily within your cropped undershirt, you often wore underneath your clothes. Giving a sigh the man moved you over to the far side of the tent so as not to be accidentally jostled when the others entered later that evening, only to hear you let out a soft cry of your boyfriend’s name.

By the next morning, you found yourself back on your feet, the throb wasn’t active unless you overdid it, which lucky your travel companions didn’t allow you to do. Yet the pain that still hurt the most, was that Prompto wouldn’t come near you, it was almost like he was afraid of you. Somehow Ignis caught on and requested that Gladiolus and Noctis assist him with finding an herb for lunch. Despite all three knowing that Prompto was terrified of hurting you again.

“”Prompto.” You were quite certain at this point that his name was the only thing that you had uttered within the last 24 hours. “Prompto, please look at me.”

Prompto turned, his blue eyes slowly looking towards you, before turning away, “Yeah?”

You opened your mouth, yet stepped forward instead, taking his hand, “Prompto, I don’t blame you, this wasn’t your fault. Sometimes we’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I’m still here with you.”

“I…I’m sorry.”

You moved forward, taking his other hand within your own, wrapping it around your waist, before hugging him tightly, “I love you.”

Prompto felt the tears only seconds before they fell as he buried his face within your shoulder, as he sobbed. At that moment he vowed to never be the one to harm you again.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

The sword was moved just enough to the right before coming down, yet still it struck enough to cause serious injury from your right shoulder down to stomach. You didn’t even have time to scream at the pain, as your body immediately went into survival mode. Yet the thing that made you most terrified was Gladiolus.

Gladiolus, your Gladiolus was beyond angry! You could have swore that you saw those beautiful amber eyes, flash red, as released his sword instead settling for slamming a fist into the  MT’s face.

The sound of crushed metal near so close to your head, was a sound you knew would haunt your dreams for the next few nights. Yet even as you collapsed to your knees, you saw that the rage in Gladiolus’s eyes did not vanish. Instead of thinking logically he was instead moving on instinct and ready to kill any and everything within his path. You had to watch as Ignis had to drag both Prompto and Noctis out the way of his rampage of your boyfriend throw MTs around like rag dolls.

“Gladdy.” You muttered weakly, attempting to stand and ignore your body trying to rest. Worried that if he kept in this rage he would hurt someone else once he was done picking off the MTs.

Gladiolus roared, as his fist went through the last MTs chest. Yet his rage and bloodlust hadn’t stopped, he glanced around the battlefield, there must have been one more. Just one more! The man froze as he felt something collided with his chest arms wrapped around his waist.

“That’s enough, Baby.”

Gladiolus froze, how could he, how could he through all of this forget about you. “Babe?”

“That’s enough.” You smiled your vision getting worse, you couldn’t even make out the eagle tattoo right before your face.

Gladiolus quickly grabbed a potion, handing it to you, as he picked you up to cradle you in one arm, “I didn’t mean…Babe…”

“I know, I know.” You smiled resting your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes allowing the potion to take effect. “Call me getting both of us covered in blood my payback.”

Gladiolus nodded, lucky he had fallen for a battle axe of a woman, yet still he knew that at this point, the torso long scar on your body was a permanent fixture. “Come on, we should get you washed off.”

“There should be a stream a little northwards, we’ll meet you back at the campsite.” Ignis called.

The entire hike to the stream, Gladiolus held you protectively within his arms. When he had noticed that you had dozed off, he counted himself lucky. Gladiolus was a prideful man, and stubborn to boot, yet he had no troubles admitting to when he was wrong, and he knew that he was wrong. He was the King’s Shield, he should have had sense and fast enough reflexes to stop this from happening. Yet still here you were injured by his own hand no less.

Well never again.

Gladiolus found the spring, setting you down gently, the man begun working on removing the both of your clothing so as to get you in the lake. Finding that the shirt you wore underneath your jacket was already ripped to shred, he tore the bloody parts to use as a rag.

“Shiva!” You shrieked, thrashing in his arms, as your bare leg came into contact with the ice cold stream.

“Sorry, sorry.” Gladiolus chuckled.

“That freezing, wait why am I naked? Why are you naked?”

“Rather not get eaten in our sleep because we smell like a bloody steak.” Gladiolus chuckled, as he moved further into the stream. The current wasn’t too strong, and had already come up to his just underneath this chest. “Can you stand?”

You slowly moved from his arms, shivering as the water moved up your body, letting out a muffled groan as it seemed the wound hadn’t closed entirely. “Shit.”

“You okay?” Gladiolus asked.

“Fine, fine.” You hissed. “I’ve had cramps worse than this.”

Yet you found that Gladiolus seemed to take a lot more care with you, his touches weren’t those playful little caresses the two of you would share when you both snuck off from time to time to go skinny dipping among other things. These were hesitate like, he was afraid you might break.

Even when you proved that you were feeling fine enough to walk back to campsite, Gladiolus refused to allow you that. All that evening, he refused to let you leave your chair, never far from his sight. It was strange you were use to Ignis being this way with Prompto and Noctis, yet to have your own boyfriend become a Mother Hen was strange, you had even faked being sleepy just to get away from it.

“Baby.” You muttered, as he removed his button down from you. “Gladdy.” You called again, as he pulled one of his tanks over your head. “Gladiolus!”

“Yeah?”

“Stop, just stop! I’m fine. I promise, if anything was wrong I would let you know.”

“Babe, I just…you got hurt because of me.”

“No, I got hurt because I was careless. I was lucky the damn thing only want to use me for a shield, instead of running me through.” You replied. “I’m with you until that last breath, Big guy. Don’t forget that.”

Gladiolus glanced away from you for a moment, before leaning forward pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Yeah, same for me.”

~~~~~

Ignis

You noticed it, you noticed it the moment it happened. The shift within Ignis’s Demeanor.

The moment you were grabbed on the field, and the second you felt one of Ignis’s dagger pierced through your back left side, everything shifted. To the others it might have thought that he had went into more of strategic mindset, as now one of their ranks was hurt.

Yet you, who had know the man intimately knew that something was different. From that moment in the battle, there was no room for mess ups. Ignis covered all bases. You hardly got a potion within you, before the last MT surrounding you fell, and the one not within Ignis way had time to regroup.

“Are you all right?”

You flinched slightly, he sounded so cold. “I’m fine, Iggy-love.” You had hoped by calling him a pet name, it would hopefully take away the stern look, yet that would have been too much.

“Take, his Highness and get to a higher ground. Prompto will cover your retreat.”

“Ignis…” You begun, only to freeze at that stern look he gave you. “Yes, are you ready Noct?”

Noctis place a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring look. You place a hand over his own, before you both begun to move to the high ground away from the last Troops that were after your group. You hand clinched to your left side, the potion wasn’t enough to heal it completely, and was still bleeding, yet one you got to rest, you were certain you would be fine.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Prompto asked handing you another potion, as you all cleared the battlefield.

You gave a soft pant, you felt extremely sleepy, “I’m fine, just a little blood loss.”

“Do we have any Hi-Potions left?” Noctis asked.

“No, we use it in the hunt yesterday.” You muttered, your head was starting to pound.

Prompto made a rather distressing noise as he moved closer catching you as you swayed a little too far to the left, “Are you sure you’re okay, you don’t look so hot.”

You giggled playfully moving to sit back up straight, “Don’t ever tell a woman that, Prompto. You’re asking to be put on the couch.”

Noctis made a rather strange worried noise himself“He’s right, maybe we should…”

All three of you turned as Ignis and Gladiolus had rejoined the group. Yet Ignis was without his jacket, and Gladiolus actually seemed frighten of the man and kept his distance. Both Prompto and Noctis moved out the way as Ignis stalked up to you.

You blinked rapidly, trying to take him in, you head hurt so bad and it was too bright out, “Love?”

Ignis knelt before you, glancing down to your side, where he had…”Darling, wrap your arms around me.”

You did so best you could, immediately hiding your face within his shoulder, “I’m sorry, Ignis.”

“It’s not your fault.”

You don’t recall getting back to the campsite, only waking up inside the tent, the flap still open and the boys making a list for this evenings dinner. Feeling better you volunteered to go to the nearest market with Ignis, the man looked ready to protest yet instead seemed to rethink and allowed you along.

This was typically the moments where the two of you got to be alone together, enjoying each others company. Almost as if you two weren’t on this journey, yet instead were a couple on a roadtrip. Yet today it seemed off, Ignis was rather stand offish, even the 15 minute drive back to the campsite seemed stress and off putting.

“I’ll be up shortly.”

“Oh…okay.” You muttered, taking the lighter bags as Ignis never let you lift anything to heavy. The quick 5 minute hike back to the campsite, showed that the others had already started the fire and was setting up for dinner. “Anything exciting happened?”

“I got this really awesome shot what I think is Bigfoot.” Prompto beamed.

“I still think it’s Gladiolus.” Noctis cracked.

“And I still think you should shut up.” Gladiolus hissed, as you set the food down. “Where’s Iggy?”

You blinked. “He said he was right behind me.”

Gladiolus sighed, “He’s never been good with this kind of stuff. Y/N, we’ve known Ignis for a long time, and he’s torn up about this.”

“I…I kind of figured that’s what happened. Thank you for telling me, I’ll be right back.” You smiled, as you begun your way back to the car, only to notice the figure coming towards you. “Ignis!”

“Love, what are you doing out here?”

You stopped, staring at the man, his eyes were red and puffy, almost as if he had been crying. “Ignis, I don’t blame you.”

“My Love,”

“You don’t have to bare every burden, this wasn’t your fault.” You reasoned stepping forward removing his glasses to clear away the lingering tears. “It’s unfortunate, but things like this happened, I know you would never hurt me.”

Ignis placed the bags down, as he gather you within in his arms resting his forehead against your shoulder, “I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s not true.” You smiled, as you felt his shoulders start shaking, “I love you so much, and my love grows for you more each day. Nothing will change that Ignis.”

You held Ignis tightly, allowing the man to cry, yet every single word was true and you were determined to prove it.

[hela-of-ren]

Spearmint: Part 2

Guess who’s back? Back again. How ya’ll doin?! I’ve decided that Friday is going to be the day for Spearmint and all your Clyde goodness! So much fluff is on the horizon guys, you’re gonna get cavities. Enjoy!! <3

Tagging: @kyloholic

You had been texting Clyde for the past few days, the two of you trying to settle on a day and time to go out. You could tell he was new to texting, but his use of emojis was adorable.

You giggled at the text he’d just sent you, practically picturing his deep brow furrowing in concentration as his fingers attempted to type on the small keys.

‘I get why these emoji things r so popular. Kinda like em.’

‘I can tell lol’

‘Wut does that mean?’

‘Laugh out loud, it’s a shorter way to say that you find something humorous instead of saying hahaha.’

‘Didn’t think there’d be so many new ways to communicate.’

You snorted and went to type a reply until your phone buzzed with an incoming call. It seemed Clyde was more comfortable talking to you than texting, something you admired in a person. With a smile, you answered.

“Am I already confusing you with my futuristic lingo?” You teased, hearing him let out a gruff chuckle in response.

“Still gettin use to it, never really needed a phone unless it was for family.” You smiled as he continued, “I was wonderin...the county fair is in town and I thought maybe I could take yah tonight...if you weren’t busy, that is!” His nervous rambling making your insides flutter some more.

He was good at that.

“I’d love to, Clyde.” You responded gently. You could practically feel his excitement and relief through the phone.

“G-great! I can pick you up at seven, if you’d like?” You laid back on our bed with a sudden thought.

You’d told Clyde about Lola in detail as the two of you had first starting texting, serving to peak his interest and excitement. Maybe he’d be okay with you picking him up and riding on the Chopper?

“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up on Lola? You’d have to ride behind me because I don’t let anyone drive her, but if that makes you uncomfortable we c-” Before you could finish rambling, Clyde cut in.

“That would be great! I’d love to meet her.” His enthusiasm was contagious.

“Okay! I’ll pick you up at seven, Handsome.” He sputtered a bit before replying.

“See yah then, Y/N.” With that you hung up and closed your eyes for a short nap, after all, you still had six hours before the fair.

You pulled up in front of Clyde’s home, taking in the trailer with appreciation. Your Pa had one that was similar, but a tad bigger. That and the pool you’d installed right behind the trailer for his birthday.

Pa always was a sucker for pools and hot tubs.

Hearing the rumbling of your Chopper, Clyde fixed his dark plaid shirt and tugged the sleeves down over his arms. He hadn’t talked to you about his missing limb yet and he didn’t want to scare you off in disgust. He left his trailer and locked the door before turning to see you.

You straddled Lola in a pair of tight blue jeans with some rips on the knees and thighs, a white crop top hugging your chest, and your signature leather jacket clinging to your arms and shoulders. The moment you removed your helmet and flipped your hair about, Clyde felt his heart skip a beat or two.

You were one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.

You smiled and waved your hand in greeting, watching as he looked at and admired Lola. He reached out his hand in question and you nodded, letting him touch and stroke the flames on the sides as he knelt down.

“She’s a damn nice bike, gotta say I’m a bit jealous.” His deep voice washed over the rumble of the engine. He looked up at you with those deep, brown eyes of his and you had to calm the beating in your chest at the sight.

“Thank you, she’s one of a kind.” He stared at you for a few more seconds with nothing but the rumble of the engine sounding before speaking.

“She definitely is.” Somehow, you doubted he was talking about the bike. You blushed and gestured him onto the bike with a nod of your head, digging out one of the extra helmets you kept for your Pa.

He clasped the helmet onto his head and swung his long legs over Lola until he was seated behind you. His large arms wrapped around your waist in a snug hold as he seated his chin on your shoulder.

“Hang on tight, Handsome.” With that, you took off into the setting sun.

The fair was in full swing when you’d gotten there. Kids running on sugar highs littered the area as their parents struggled to carry any prizes or left overs as they chased after them. Clyde had won you a giant teddy bear by shooting all of the pop up clowns presented before him, proudly naming it Duck Tape to Clyde’s delight.

You’d gone on a few rides, some of which he waved to you from a far. Roller coasters set his stomach on edge. There was, however, one ride you had yet to go on and was vital to any fair experience.

“The Haunted House?” Clyde looked at you in confusion and a little bit of anxiety. You smiled brightly and nodded.

“It’s a classic, Clyde! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” You pouted and Clyde felt himself giving in. He didn’t like scary things, even less things that could pop out at him, but it seemed important to you so he nodded. “Yay!! Let’s go, Handsome; I’ll even hold your hand.” With that you grabbed his right hand and dragged him off.

The two of you had just fit inside the small cart, Clyde taking up the majority of it and forcing you to sit between between his legs and lean back into him. The cart moved slowly through the dark corridors, lights flashing every now and then to reveal skeletons and grave stones.

Sounds of moaning ghosts and screechy violins played over head mixed with rattling chains and whistling winds. You held lightly onto the bar in front of you as Clyde clutched tightly to your waist, clutching more and more with each monster that popped out at you.

You screeched in delight when a light spray of water hit you unexpectedly from the side accompanied by a hanging zombie from above. You giggled in delight until you felt something bury itself into your shoulder. You turned slightly to see Clyde’s face completely immersed into your hair, his arms completely around you and his body shaking.

“Clyde? Clyde, sweetheart?” You whispered in concern, beginning to stroke his arms lightly. He only shook more as another spray of air hit you, a warm, wet feeling beginning to run down your neck. You set your jaw and looked around quickly spotting an emergency exit.

You forced the bar of the cart with all of your might and turned to Clyde as much as you could.

“Clyde, honey, come on. We’re getting out of here.” You felt him immediately lift you up into his arms and sweep out of the cart, barreling for the exit with his head down. He busted open the door with his shoulder with a huff and ran out into the open until he found the side of the building, leaning heavily against it with you still in his arms.

He felt like the walls were closing in on him, every jump scare and shot of air brought him back to his time over seas, to the explosion that took his arm. The spray of water became hails of bullets and the monsters behind every corner had the faces of the enemy.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t-

“Clyde?” A gentle voice broke through his panic, “Clyde? Sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s over...” He swiftly turned his head to see you still in his arms, looking up at him with all the worry in the world. You could see the beginning of more tears welling up in his eyes, his face scrunching.

You immediately latched your arms around his neck and brought his head into your neck, one hand gently carding through his hair. He pressed himself further into you and wrapped his arms tightly around you, sobbing silently into your neck.

You didn’t know what prompted this, but you felt awful for taking him on the ride in the first place. He clutched you like a child would their favorite toy after a nightmare and for the first time you felt his arm dig in a way that didn’t feel normal. His sleeve had ridden up and exposed the prosthetic you had never noticed, the cold silicone pressing into your hip.

You squeezed your eyes shut as more guilt hit you. Whatever had happened to him likely linked with why he was so scared right now and it was your fault.

“I’m so sorry, Clyde. I should never have forced you to go on the ride, it’s all my fault I-” Before you could finish, he squeezed you tighter and shook his head in your neck.

“No! No, please, please, sweetheart...it ain’t your fault, I just-I can’t...” He could barely get the words out before you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, your hand holding the other side of his face up to your lips. After a few seconds you pulled away, his stunned eyes meeting yours.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” Your hand left his face and came down to lightly grasp his prosthetic arm, bringing it up to your lips for a gentle kiss. His lips parted in pure awe as you kept eye contact with him, his breathing becoming heavier.

You lowered his hand slowly, afraid you’d crossed some sort of boundary when he grasped the side of your face with his good hand and brought you into a fierce kiss, all lips and tongue in a desperate dance.

You whimpered and wrapped your arms back around his neck, hands tangling in his long hair. His good hand stayed on your face as the other wrapped itself tighter about your waist, dipping you slightly to deepen the kiss.

He nibbled gently on your bottom lip and slowly broke away, keeping his forehead connected to yours. He opened his eyes to see yours still closed, his heart beating even faster at the sight of your swollen lips and flushed cheeks. In that moment he couldn’t help himself as he began to litter kisses all over your face, your gentle laughter running through his bones and encasing him in safety.