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sparkedblaze · 10 months

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can i pls get “placing a hand on their forehead to check their temperature” for redfinch? <3

Yes boss *salutes*

Albert came in after the evening edition, humming a tune from the guitar player down the street. He went up to the bunk room, setting his bag down on his bed before he went back down the stairs.

He spotted Race at the head of the table, shuffling his cards as he readied for the nightly games, and made his way over. "Heya, Race, you seen Fin?"

Race glanced up, raised a brow, and shook his head. "Not since distribution. Lost your fella already?"

Albert rolled his eyes. "No, Race, I ain't lost him. He just ain't made it back yet."

Race shuffled his cards as he watched Albert bounce anxiously on his toes. "Al, you's gonna tear a hole in the floor 'f you keep on."

Albert flicked the back of his head. "Shaddup, Racetrack."

Race snickered, glancing up as the door opened, seeing Ike lead Mike inside and upstairs. "Evenin' fellas! You joinin' us tonight?"

Ike grinned, but shook his head, and Mike waved with his free hand. "No thanks, Racer. Been a long day."

Race nodded, watching them head up the stairs.

Albert whined softly as the door opened six more times, and none of them were Finch.

One of them, however, was Romeo, who stopped and whispered to Albert that he'd seen Finch sleeping a few alleys down.

"Racer, 'm goin' to find Fin. Cover for me with Kloppman," Albert called as he ran for the door, running down the sidewalk in the direction Romeo had said. He ran as fast as his legs would take him, looking down every alleyway until he found the one where Finch was sleeping.

He knelt next to him, shaking his shoulder. "Fin? Darlin'?"

Finch stirred, eyes cracking open a little bit, and a small smile spread. "Heya handsome..."

"Finch! That ain't funny! Thought you was hurt or somethin'!" Albert smacked his chest, and Finch grimaced, making the redhead pause. "You ain't hurt is you?"

Finch shook his head. "Uh uh.. Jus' got a little tired after sellin'. Sat down to rest before I headed back."

"Come on, dummy. I getcha home," Albert rolled his eyes, standing, holding a hand out to Finch, who eyed it for a moment.

" 'm still tired... Think I gon' sleep a little longer..." Finch mumbled, closing his eyes again.

The other, obviously, wasn't having that shit. "No, Fin, you can sleep when we get back."

He leaned down, hoisting Finch up under his armpits. "Come on, dove, I'll getcha home."

Finch whined, but stood with him, leaning on him.

"Come on, songbird, you can lean on me," Albert kissed his head, leading him down the sidewalk. "You feelin' alright?"

Finch nodded, then shook his head. "Mm mm..."

"Since when?" Albert asked quietly, half-carrying him back to the lodgehouse.

Finch fell silent, looking anywhere but at his boyfriend.

"Finch..." Albert warned. "You don't tell me an' I'm runnin' to tell Medda."

"Cheaterrrr," Finch whined out, but letting out a heavy sigh. "I ain't felt good since las' night."

"Dove..." Albert's voice had fallen quiet, upset. "Why you ain't told me?"

"I ain't wanted to worry you," Finch pouted. " 'Sides, I jus' fine."

"You ain't. Your words is slurrin' 'n you can barely walk ya'self."

Finch said nothing more, but stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend.

Albert kicked at the door to the lodgehouse, unable to take either his hands off of Finch for fear of dropping him. "Come on, fellas... come on come on come on..."

He kicked at the door again, harder this time. "Fellas!"

The door swung open, and Specs was there, grin falling as they took in Finch's state. They rushed forward, taking up Finch's other side, helping him up the stairs. "C'mon, Finch, we gotcha."

They sat him on the edge of the bed, and Albert knelt down next to him. "You feelin' any better out o' the sun, dove?"

Finch nodded. "Yeah..."

Specs rested a hand on Finch's shoulder, giving him a sarcastic smile. "Do somethin' dumb like that again, an' I'll soak ya. Understand?"

Finch nodded, grinning at Specs' retreating form.

"Let's getcha comfy, dove," Albert murmured, kissing at Finch's knee as he lifted his boyfriend's foot to rest against his thigh.

"Already undressin' me?" Finch mumbled out as Albert started untying his boot. " 'S a little early 'n the relationship to be doin' this..."

Albert rolled his eyes, and stuck his tongue out. "Shut up, Finch, or I'll leave 'em on you and tell Davey you put shoes on the bed."

"You wouldn' dare..."

"Try me," Albert smirked at him, pulling his shoe off, then moving to do the same with the other (complete with the knee kiss).

He finished with that shoe, setting them both in their usual place under Finch's bunk before he leaned forward to start unbuttoning his outer shirt.

Finch let Albert finish before he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, and tugged him into bed with him.

"Cuddlin' time..." he murmured against Albert's hair.

Albert struggled against Finch's hold, whining softly. "C'mon dove, let me goooo..."

"Mm mm..." Finch grinned, tilting Albert's head up. "If you get to do all this for me, the least you could do 's cuddle me after..."

Albert rolled his eyes again, but settled down against Finch's chest. "Fine, but jus' for a little bit... I gotta get more sellin' money for tomorrow."

Finch dozed off with a small smile still in place.

Albert waited a moment before shifting around, looking up at him, pressing a calloused hand to his forehead, frowning.

"You's so warm, dove..." he whispered in the silent room. "I hope you's okay..."

This is my first time writing RedFinch!! I hope you enjoyed it!!!!

#newsies #livesies #finch cortes #finch newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #redfinch #nox asks #nox #sickfic prompts

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semisolidmind · 1 year

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'"go to Japan, they said." Damien growled under his breath as he held the baseball bat to his side. "It'll be FUN! They said"

"'Fun' my ass." A tiny dog like mascot jumped at Damien and he swung the bat at it's head. "This is like walking dead, but cute stuffed animals."

It's been weeks since the country went on lockdown, and all Damien wanted to do, was go back home. Sure America was no piece of cake, but there were no flesh eating science experiments walking around like feral pets.

"Hey, Kid! The safe point is just a few minutes away!" One of the others in the group, some high school teacher with a name Damien couldn't even pronounce, called to him and pointed to some shrine gate thing.

"Get past the Torii, and try to get to the house at the end of the stairs, My Parents are there waiting."

Damien nodded, and ran towards the gate, the little 'pack' of chihuahua looking demons started nipping at his ankles and yelping when he kicked the mascots.

As he ran up the stairs, He could feel something's eyes boring into his skin. Something was watching him. "C'mon, don't be a pussy. Get to the house." He whispered to himself and tried to continue running.

By the time he reached the house, he felt it again. The crawling feeling someone was watching him, it made him swallow a lump in his throat and careful opened the sliding bamboo door.

Blood, the smell of sicken sweet, metallic blood made Damien almost throw up. dead, ripped open corpses with flies hovering around them, Damien knew they'd been dead for a while now.

"Now, what's a guy like you, doing in a place like this." A deep, and baritone voice spoke from behind him, and a very large shadow was cast over him.

'fuck.'

oooooooh he gon getcha boy 👀

#fuwa fuwa pandemic

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thedragonshanty · 1 year

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Audio Drama Sunday!

It’s been a hot second since I’ve done #audiodramasunday but this week I wanna shout out a few shows that are worth listening to, AND whose cast/creators I have personally seen make the community a better, more supportive place lately. 🎶🏴‍☠️🖤

🤖 First up, say hello to your new AI overlords with @human-b-gon. You’re seeing buzz about this show for a reason- but it’s also worth noting the creators have been on the scene connecting and hyping up other creators for a while now. That’s dedication worth mentioning!

💖 Warmly welcome @starshipqstar to the community y’all! Queer comedic sci-fi with a ton of heart. And let’s GO with this aesthetic. The show may be new, but I already see them going out of their way to interact with and boost other creators.

🐺 OBVIOUSLY @packhowlmedia is on this list. Aside from helping us produce, the creators also run #ADRAID. Our feature this week boosted our numbers and made us new friends! Trust me, connect with these creative mentors and listen to their AD leviathan, The Madness of Chartrulean.

💚 Did you know The Liminal Lands features other shows embedded in their episodes to support them? Or that the creator runs one of the most active Discord communities for AD I’ve ever seen? There’s so much love in there. Go marvel at this family-grown, surreal journey!

💅 Love drag? Camp? Soap operas? Ever wish there was an audio drama that brought these elements together in a series of feature-length stories? @sisterindica-blog may write some of the backstabbiest plots you’ve ever heard, but is a warm presence for creators and is always boosting.

⭐ When I think about support in this community, I think W. Keith Tims (who is not on Tumblr but go follow him elsewhere!) His show Book of Constellations is itself a love note to humankind, and he started The First Episode Of to uplift AD creators (we’ve been guests on it ourselves!)

🎧 Chances are good you know @horrificnathan (@thestoragepapers) and Cole Weavers' (Tiny Terrors) shows, but they deserve a shoutout for all they do. Did you know they also run Phonic Fiction Fest, a community-bolstering AD contest? We are still reeling from the connections and impact even months later.

📚 Speaking of PFF connections, have you seen @amongthestackspodcast's progress? Releasing soon and picking up speed, it’s going to be one to look out for. Nigel is a great ringleader, bringing people together, and I’m excited to see her vision for the infinite library.

✨ @innbetween has brought some wonderful connections into our life and show, and how could they not with the sweet, uplifting community they foster? Also, have you seen how committed they are to interacting with fans while staying down-to-earth? Aspirational honestly.

💜Ok yes I’m also in @careandfeedingofwerewolves, but I stick around for a reason. Listen to a few episodes and you’ll hear more than just a fun modern fantasy. They’ve baked in a ton of advocacy, found family, and blatant callouts on issues that often effect people in AD.

🥛 Lastly, go listen to @ophiuchusradio. They’re not *just* doing it for the bit. OR is funny, smart, and they have a full first season ready to binge. @ghirahims-left-shoe is a powerhouse of AD hype with an impeccable ear for the craft. If she spots your show, you’re seriously blessed.

🖤 I’ve undoubtedly missed some this week (already kicking myself over a few, I'll getcha next time!) but please know I’ve got a lot of love for y’all and this community. Keep creating. Keep uplifting creators who are using their stories to make the world magical. Keep being kind and human. To others, and to yourself.

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savagecowboy · 3 months

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

It was abhorrently bright. He had never noticed before how much light there really was, the tan grass seeming to glow with it. His eyes were squinted to slits, and still looking out from their dark enclosure felt like it was blistering his retinas.

“Jesus” he hissed.

There was a stir nearby him, no doubt his fascination with his new intolerance to daylight disturbing his creator; the ol’ curmudgeon attempting to slumber in one of the dark recess of their shelter. Jesse had warned him that the sun would be a danger to him now, painful to view, deadly to his body. The man had failed to elucidate to what degree the vulnerability would be, and as someone who did not take kindly to limitations, Severen had stayed awake through the breaking dawn to see for himself. To say he was not prepared was putting it lightly, but it did not discourage him either.

With this bit of knowledge acquired there was one thing more to educate himself on. Severen edged the board they had used to close off the dilapidated shack to the side just enough so a bright beam of sunshine cut through the dark. He made sure Jesse was well clear of the light and placed his hand just beside it. Bracing for— something— the cowboy thrust his hand into the beam. Immediately his skin began to sear. With a wail he retracted his hand, not even conscious he was doing so. The pain was unfathomable, his mind blanking to a white scream of excruciating hurt.

“What in the devil are you doing boy!” Jesse said in a quiet rage, groggy from being woken from his deep slumber.

“Ain’ I told you the sun could do for you!”

“Jus’ wanted to know” Severen says staring at the sizzling black stain on his pale skin. The edges are already healing, new pink growth knitting together blistered patches and aging to match the surrounding flesh all before his eyes. Soon, the only evidence of the burn is a sooty remnant; he brushes it off and flexes his fingers.

“Ain’ too bad”

“Ain’t too bad?” Jesse reproaches, raising his voice—something he doesn’t do often.

“Is it gonna be too bad when you catch flame in the noonday sun? End up a pile of ash no one remembers?” He chose his words for impact, he captures his new partner’s attention.

“I ain’t tryin’a pass in my chips Jess, I jus’ wanna know. I don’t take to bein’ told I can’t do somethin’ without knowin’ why”. It is not an unreasonable statement, Jesse gives him that, and knowing the sort of man he has thrown his lot in with, he has to acknowledge that Severen didn’t go as far as he might have expected when it came to his morbid curiosity.

“Well, what you can expect is to end up lookin’ like a chunk’a coal or worse. Don’t get caught outside in the day. Even if you protect y’rself it’ll still getcha. Unless you in something solid”, he knocked against the wood of the shack— not the best example, but Severen got the point—“you’ll still feel the burn”. The cowboy raised his hand to Jesse, showing the lack of evidence of his burn.

“Heals up pretty quick” he says by means of suggestion, Jesse shakes his head with a mystified look.

“You cracked son, can’t come it”, he rubbed his bleary eyes, unable to comprehend why they were having this conversation; and at the same time knowing he must have found the right man now that they were.

“You gon’ drag me out” he sighed.

“I just wanna know how long?”

“Long what? You thick, I just said not to do it!”

“But how long” Severen repeated insistently.

“Fuck if I know, you think I lasted these last years caperin’ around the one thing that’d off me?”

“C’mon you ol’ croaker, don’t know at all?”

“No!” Jesse was starting to lose his temper, even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good. To think he’d spent all this time trying to find a partner to mind his back only to find the only curly wolf who would eat the devil with his horns on.

“Imma find out” and Severen stood up, clouds of grey-brown dust floating into the light that barred Jesse from crossing over to his side.

“You plumb weak North a yer ears boy”. Severen winked and nudged the panel further, widening the beam and driving Jesse further into the corner of the shack, fully cut off from crossing.

Severen sidled out, his skin immediately sizzling, near throwing him backward as he winced in agony. A low, continuous moan escaped him as he stood full in the light. His linen shirt and trousers beginning to smolder, the only parts of his attire not singeing were his leather vest and boots. It was hard to move for the intolerable torment, but he managed to stand in place, feeling his skin blistering, boiling, burning away, desperately trying to repair itself, but unable to fuse before another layer is seared into cinders. He can feel flames bursting up, his perseverance waning, it has been minutes, it feels like hours. Finally, he stumbles back into safety, just able to jerk the board in place to cover them in cool darkness.

“Satisfied your curiosity?” Jesse asks, the disks of his eyes glowing over the faint orange tip of a cigarette. A weary, atonal sound emerges from a raw throat, it gradually resolves into something similar to an affirmation.

“Hope that was a good enough education”. A puff of grey smoke whirled around his gaunt face. There is another muffled moan as the miserable creature rolls over onto his back, smoking a bit himself.

“A’ight”, he hoarsely croaks, “I catch yer point”. Jesse just nods in the dark, cigarette flaring.

“But”, Severen rolls his recovering face to stare at his mentor, his creator, “is it always like that?” For the second time this morning the elder of the two is stunned to silence. Severen reiterates the question, “Ever worse some days, some kinda conditions?”

“How many got’dam times I gotta tell you greenhorn, I don’t seem to have the same interest in a pine box like you do”. For some reason Severen took this as a compliment, his white smile visible in his charred face. He was starting to feel better, energy returning, his skin starting to appear normal, although still blackened.

“Jus’ wanted to know if there’s any particulars, y’know in case we did have business in the daytime”.

“Ain’t no daytime business to be had. Now quit this nonsense and fuckin’ sleep so I can have some peace”. There were no complaints from the cowboy about getting some shut eye after the self inflicted ordeal; he crawled into the opposite corner and dropped to the dirt in a heap.

Out quicker than a snuffed candle. Jesse stared at him wondering what sort of a reckless, brainless nippent he’d hired on— while at the same time admiring the fact that he’d braved their greatest danger with casual ease and clear success.

“One crazy bastard” Jesse murmured, dropping the tiny remainder of his cigarette to the dirt floor and grinding it out with his thumb. “Crazy fucking bastard” Jesse repeated, crossing one arm over the other, head leaning back, the susurrus of Severen’s snores guiding him back to sleep.

#near dark #near dark fanfic #severen van sickle #jesse hooker #✘ ONE SHOT.#✘ HC.

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rashaadlive · 2 years

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Y’all this just happened in real life. This little boy, yes this little one right here. So he’s in his ultra extra bag tonight (You know rambunctious on 2️⃣0️⃣?) Ok so I give him the notorious 👁️ (You know the one Mama and Big Mama used to give you that got your entire spirit, soul, and body together?) and said to him, “Settle yourself little boy before I getcha’.” Now that’s usually effective. But TODAY, to my utter disbelief... You know what he fixed his little toddler lips and told me? Y’all ain’t gon’ believe this. This child turns to me and says and I QUOTE, “Daddy, stop the cap bruh.”😮 I am finished for the rest of the day.🎬 #ChileIfImLyinImFlyin #IAmShooketh #WhoseKidIsThis #SomebodyComeGetHim https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci36mvwrjGk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#chileifimlyinimflyin #iamshooketh #whosekidisthis #somebodycomegethim

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stephreynaart · 2 years

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Guys, it’s my new show

#Tire Demon #he’s just a lil guy #hims gon’ getcha #art #digital sketch #DWI #Drawing While Intoxicated #also bullying my friends

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 years

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Shigaraki: Hi, I’m Tomura and this is Jackass

Shigaraki: *pushes Chisaki into a pool*

Chisaki, soaking wet and pissed: I’M GONNA KILL YOU

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serialee · 3 years

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◈ Baking with Daddy ◈ Jung Yunho

↬ Genre: SFW - Dad Ateez au || Wc: 918

☁ dad.yunho x triplets x fem.character.mom

↬ Net: @k-library | @ficscafe | @k-dinernet | @lovesick-net | @ateezlovenet || 'Dreamland Masterlist' || 'Navigation' |

“Daddy, you might want to look at the backyard…” mumbled his eldest son Yeonwoo, who walked with a shrug to his shoulders.

4/5 of the family had spent the last 2 hours at home with dad Yunho as he had promised his triplets that he’d take a day off and bake cookies with them. He wasn’t much of a baker, or someone who danced in the kitchen in general as compared to his wife, but he told her that he was determined to let her take a day off from looking after the kids. So, while her family baked, she would be spending her day at the spa for free, courtesy of her loving husband.

So there he was, in kitchen trying to mix the cookie dough by hand as he deemed it was much easier than the electric mixer when Yunho looked down from the kitchen island and all motions stopped with his heart wishing nothing terrible had happened within his supervision.

“Uhh … and why is that son?” He quietly asked Yeonwoo, eyeing the boy suspiciously.

What Yunho hadn’t noticed is that his middle child Yaehwa had lost his attention span halfway through the cookie dough assembly process. He had left the kitchen to go outside and Yunho can’t remember if Yaehwa ever told him he’d be outside or not. And wordlessly Yejin, his youngest, had followed her brother to the backyard thinking he must have needed to fetch something from the garden and that she would be the one to help him.

Without even washing his dough covered hands, he went outside and that’s when he saw it. Yunho saw that a section of their backyard had been covered with white powder and all over his wife’s pots of roses. The second thing he sees is his princess standing still in the middle of the mess and he automatically assumes she decided to be a little naughtier than usual today.

“Jung Yejin -” he called for her but as soon as daddy Yunho made 4 steps forward, the ferocious roar that of a boy ringed his ears and his face was immediately smeared with the same white power on the flowers and the grass carpeting of the backyard.

Yaehwa fell to the ground bursting into fits of laughter, finding his victory on his dad just about the most hilarious things he’d done today. But alas his laughter fest could not last any longer than it already had. Not when daddy Yunho was already hot on his trails, chasing the little boy in circles around the backyard and playing along that he would ‘take his revenge’ on his son. Yunho quickly had a fistful of flour and was ready for payback.

She didn’t exactly understand that her daddy was only playing along with the mess they had created and thought that he was seriously going to take revenge on her brother. So she followed behind her father, joining in the tracks and chasing down Yaehwa, squealing in excitement! Any neighbours that were outside sure would’ve heard the friendly shenanigans by now.

“Uwaaahhh daddy no! Ahahaha” Yaehwa giggled. “I’m gonna get ya!” his dad roared, “gon getcha!” she laughed along.

“Everybody halt!” sounded their mother and just like that they all braked and stood as still as a mannequin, daring to turn their guilty heads to the sliding door, daring to give her sheepish smiles. There stood their mother, his wife, with her arms crossed over her chest. She wasn’t looking too impressed with what she’s witnessing. If Yunho had to take a guess, he would’ve said she looked of the opposites. Oh really Yunho?

“Honey, you’re back! Hahaa … a little earlier than expected, no? Ok, I know what it looks like, but our daughter today took it upon herself to sprinkle some of the flour on your roses. I think she thought she was really doing something extraordinary to help your flowers grow! … hahaa..” her husband nervously spoke up when none of the kids would. He wasn’t sure if she was going to blow up on him or not.

“What are you talking about? Yejin didn't do anything, this couldn’t be her work” she responded, leaving her husband confused. “But I saw her in the middle of it,” he countered and that got his wife to laugh. “Yejin is obviously the scapegoat, my dear husband. Yeonwoo - yah?” she called out to her eldest and instantaneously he responded, “It wasn’t me”.

Yeonwoo didn’t get a reply so he stood in front of his mother, “it wasn’t me, I’m telling you!”. Again, his mother did not reply and only gave him ‘the look’. “Ok fine, it was me” he sighed in defeat. ‘Adorable’ she thought to herself but couldn’t break out of character. “I’m going to need you to clean this up for me please. Thank you darling.” Even when she seemed to be ‘punishing’ her kids, she made sure to stay calm and use nicer words for she believed children learn from their parents.

“Yes mommy”. “Why you little one … come here you!” chased Yunho his eldest triplet but before he could reach Yeonwoo, “daddy, help me clean this up please” the boy asked. They proceed to wipe off the flour from the roses’ petals.

Back inside, Yaehwa had been told to clean himself off the flour in the bathroom and Yejin continued baking the cookies with her mother, resuming from where her father had left off. Just another day in the Jung family.

↬ Yeonwoo || Yaehwa || Yejin ↢ this marks the first episode of the J.Y triplets in dad Ateez au!

↬ Tell me what I should do next! Thank you for reading ~

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#ateez fics #ateez dad au #yunho fic #lsn.works #ficscafe #dad yunho #yeonwoo #yaehwa #yejin #dad ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez au

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 3 years

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BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Hournite (CW’s Stargirl)

HEY! When was the last time I made time for one of these? Actually, whenever I initially asked that, it had been a HOT minute and I think I’ve done one since I started this. Anyways. I was gonna do a review of the show itself or of Beth Chapel’s portrayal by the ADORABLE and talented Anjelika Washington BUT... A bitch fell in love with a ship that might not go anywhere (Yet, they can’t stop me from dreaming), so HERE I AM, hopefully on Beth’s birthday of May 15th to rave and such for a moment, if y’all let me.

Beth Chapel (Dr. Mid Nite) and Rick Tyler (Hourman) who make up the seeming fan favorite ship called “Hournite.”

Disclaimer for somebody who stumbled across this post because of the fandom tags - I am an independent partaker of this content, not part of the fandom, and my audience in particular is not for everybody. SO. If you may have been criticized in the past for casual racism, tone deafness to Black women’s concerns or accused of misogynoir or antiblackness, leave now. If you don’t like cussing, AAVE, general ratchetness and mean lesbian energy, you too might wanna go. A bitch can be eloquent, but I type like I talk, at times, so it is what it is and I don’t curate for kids, dudes, or nonblacks. That’s just what that is.

NOW. To my homies that now how I act. Let’s. Get. Started. @andromidagalaxie @sleepyfangirl18 @shslargue Who TF else watched this show? (IDEK if Krystal watched this, but she be present for all my reviews even though Tumblr REFUSES to let a bitch tag her)m but I stay sending these to her because we love Krystal in this place.

OKAY, a bitch might be finna be all over the place. Because I’m not going step by step down the line of every single interaction. I'ma start where I kinda got the shipping getcha gotcha, and that was the scene where Rick is literally ready to go beat a bitch ass and Beth puts her body in front of his person to be like, "No, no. We not doin that, Hun."

He really looked her right in her face and basically told her she wasn't shit and she was like, "Mm, okay. Hurt people hurt people," and I'm on the borderline of being like, "Hold up White Devil," and THE VERY thin line that crosses into "Poor Lil' Boy." But, Miss Chapel can handle herself. Without saying something hurtful back, like my ass woulda did, and y'all know me, I'da scalped that boy, talking to me like that.

Beth instead shuts Buddy down with a smart chick observation and a soft chick assertation. "You hurt so much that you want to hurt others. Is that it Rick?"

This part mattered so much, because I bet nobody ever said to him that he was hurting. They've probably called him a delinquent bad kid said he was angry said he was violent all this other s***.

And she straight up said is it that you're hurting that you want to talk to me that way? And he can't do nothing but stop because she didn't do nothing to him, and what he's mad about is another friend being hurt... so he has to think about the fact that in his anger, he's hurting somebody else (whose also supposed to be his friend, or AT LEAST at this point his teammate) who didn't do nothing to him. And instead of her being like "you a piece of s***." She said is it because you're hurting? People grossly underestimate the power in noticing somebody's pain.

And after that shit, did he or did he not get him some ack right when he addressed her? I coulda missed it, but I don't recall him talking to her crazy again. Like, he was stern whenever he said that he wasn't helping her with whatever that was, but he was also right next to her on the couch, working cozily on his daddy notebook, so... 🤷🏾��♀️

Like... Nobody else said "Great job Beth," so I was very soft. Even though she was like, "Me and Chuck!" Still. Episode 1 Rick wasn't gon' give you a complement, and I... Did I see him give another compliment to another person? He mighta and I missed it, but until I notice it, that's what happened.

And the group hug after the battle. That was probably the first hug Rick had in years... Which in my mind says that one of his first good touches in a while (before that, yanno) was carrying Beth when Yolanda YEETed her out Cindy window.

Can you imagine Rick like, being very confused as to how he had somebody in his bubble like that and wasn't consumed by anger? 🤣 Like... Wait a minute, now. Some touching is soft and tender... "Got you," even was said softly and this like... Right around the time, shortly after the time he was like, "What yo ass gon' do to stop me," so like... She got him together right, and didn't even have to talk crazy to him to do it. Which, with that bum ass uncle, we can assume he's used to, whenever he makes a mistake.

Headcanons: If somebody fw her, he'd be ready to beat TF out of them. She makes sure that he eats every meal, cooking for him or preparing snacks.

Listen. I keep thinking about how Rick whimpered, "Don't leave me," the last time he saw his parents and the fact that Beth was trying SO HARD to hold on to her parents and came to the conclusion that she understands why Rick's always so mad because he lost his parents and wouldn't they just... Always hold on to each other because of their reluctance to lose the ones they love? Until somebody prove me wrong, that's what happened.

Hey. Beth getting Rick to test food out whenever she feeds it to him, but fussing when he steals it and she's not done. Not mean fussing tho..

When was the last time Rick had a birthday cake or a party? The "singles," the "losers:" we seen they home life. His parents dead, Yolanda's is santimonious, and Beth's are trying to cut back on her. That isolation probably makes for more understandable connections between them and since all three of them did Christmas at Court's, like... This is family and Court and Yolanda have their hearts already occupied where we leave off, so... My. Heart. Is. Open. For. Hournite.

I'm ready for whatever the show gives us, or don't give us, because I'm not that much of a mystic, to expect the Black girl to get canonical shipping in a series like this, but I also do not give a fuck, because bitch its canon somewhere and we gon' ride that shit for all it's worth. Who finna stop us?

Anyways, thank you to whoever read this whole lil' rant, to all the Hournite content creators, to all the shippers that tell us about the canon version because we ain't got the comics at home, to all the Black girls that get to see a superhero with a whole ass afro!!! And friends and associates who intend to take my hand and stay on this path with me for as long as my ass be on it.

Happy Birthday to Beth Chapel, human sunshine, cutie patootie, Rick's Poundcake. If you know, you know.

#Hournite #Stargirl CW #Beth Chapel #Rick Tyler #BFCD Reviews by Nesha #Beth x Rick #headcanons #beth chapel headcanons #Beth Chapel commentary #Girl That's Queuedt #Happy Birthday Beth #The Brains of the Operation

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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I need a crack fic of Clyde hiding his last present *insert Justin Timberlake Dick in a Box playing*

A/N: I HAVE COMPLETED SO MANY CRACK THOTS IN MY HEAD TONIGHT IT’S SICK THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FUELED THIS FIRE! @xxcatrenxx I really hope you love the twist I put on this fic, thank you for allowing me to write it out... to completion 👀ENJOY BABE!

Warnings: mentions of children, all the Xmas feels because I have to with this big ol’ softy bear, a big ol’ dick in a box, slight teasing, ass slapping, Doggystyle, deep penetration from our good ol’ country boi, caught in the act of or slightly thereafter, stuffing, breeding kink, dirty talk because Clyde is the best dirty talker, unprotected sex, cum eating, smut smut and more smut, with a lot of Xmas fluff because I hate myself

“Now what do y’all say to yer mama fer lettin’ ya open these on Christmas Eve?” Clyde bellows out at the kids as they ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at their Christmas themed PJ’s.

“Thank you, mama,” your five-year-old daughter and three-year-old son collectively turn and run to you perched on the couch, a Tom and Jerry in hand, enveloping them in the biggest hug you could possibly muster.

“Yer so welcome ma sweet babies,” wrapping them in the fuzzy blanket you had draped over yourself, and kissing them until they begged to be let go of, “mama loves ya so much,” laughing as they screamed in fake cries as they wiggled away from your affections.

“Now y’all go ahead an’ getcha jammies on an’ all that stuff,” he chuckled, watching you love and kiss on them as they tried to run away, “then ya can come give yer mama more kisses before Santa comes tonight,” they stopped dead in their tracks to beam at their dad who had said the magic word.

They leaped off the loveseat, bounding up the stairs with new jammies in hand to get their little teeth brushed, and go potty before slipping into dreamland. You moved to get up off the couch to go help with the marathon of getting them to settle in bed before having a strong hand push you right back down.

“Now, darlin’,” he tsked, the light from the Christmas tree glimmering in his eyes, “ya jus sit here an’ look perty while I get the babies all ready fer bed,” lowering down to steal a kiss from your lips, “you do enough round these parts, let me handle it fer one night,” kissing your forehead as he put the blanket back over your legs and lumbered upstairs to survey the damage from the kids.

You sighed, watching the fire burn in the large fireplace of your new home, the farmhouse feel enveloping you in the country Christmas you’d been dreaming of since you’d met your sweet husband. The large pine tree beside your couch, emanating a fresh scent coupled with the embers from the flames in the kindling, and the sweetness of your hot drink as you let out a relieved sigh.

Life was absolutely perfect. You had a home, two perfect children, a doting and affectionate husband, and the financial freedom the both of you had worked so hard for the past several years, not akin to the ‘cauliflower incident’ as you referred to it fondly.

Above your loud thoughts, a low hum rang through the stairs as you took a sip from your mug. The sound of Clyde’s honeyed voice, lulling your sweet babies to bed with a Christmas story as they questioned every single page he’d read.

You chuckled at their wonder, asking where Rudolph was in Santa’s line up, how many cookies does he usually eat, and your daughter making sure to tell her daddy to turn the fire off before he and mama went to bed so Santa wouldn’t burn his bottom on the way down the chimney.

“Goodnight babies,” you heard him whisper, latching the doors to their rooms as he padded down the hallway.

You waited for him to appear on the stairs, wanting to cuddle up with him by the fire with your mugs of liquor before heading off to bed, but after a few minutes, were growing slightly worried as to what he was up to.

You released your legs to the slightly colder air, placing your mug on the coffee table as you padded upstairs, enclosing yourself in the sweater you had chosen for the evening.

“Babe?” you whispered, wondering if he was alright, seeing the dark hallway with no light in your master bedroom.

“Clyde, honey?” walking into the room to flip on the bedside light, jumping at the scene before you.

“Holy shit!” you cleared your throat, “what’s goin’ on here?” eyebrows raised as you saw your big bear perched on the ivory comforter of your California king bed, clad in nothing but a pretty big box wrapped around his pelvis.

“I don’t know Mrs. Logan,” he purred out, “why dontcha open it up ta see what’s inside… I think ya might like it just a lil’ bit,” winking as he watched you inch closer to the edge of the bed.

Pushing your hair behind your head, gathering your body onto the sheets as you reached for the bow covered box, unwrapping the pretty packaging as his hand snaked behind to grip you full ass perched on your feet.

“Oh honey,” you mewled, salivating at his large and in charge cock, bobbing at attention, practically springing out of its cage covered in precum and begging to be stuffed inside you, “I love it,” bringing your hands to stuff the oversized sweater in between your legs to curb the aching sensation in your netherregions.

“He loves ya so much baby girl,” gripping and kneading on your ass as you removed the rest of the contents from his body, “in fact, he may wanna stuff ya like a Christmas turkey tonight darlin’,” smacking the covered skin as you fell forward on his stomach.

“Would ya like that?” he mewled, gathering your fuzzy covering to push it, revealing your little blush pink panties underneath, “ta be stuffed with me again?” feeling the wetness that had soaked through them in the process.

“Y-yes babe,” you whined, pushing your cunt into his touch as you sucked hickeys on his belly, “please fill me up,” whining into the darkness of the bedroom.

“That’s all I want for Christmas big bear,” assuming the position, ass up, face down on the plush comforter as he scrambled his hulking body to position his cock at your entrance.

“Well big bear is gon’ stuff ya full again,” pushing down the sheer lace to your knees, “make ya all big an’ round again with ma baby,” slapping your ass as hard as humanly possible before sheathing his aching cock into your tight little hole.

“Fuck!” you cried out, prompting Clyde to grip the back of your head, pulling you up just enough to penetrate that perfect spot of yours, “now baby girl, ya know ya can’t yell like that,” he huffed in your ear, pushing himself to rearrange your guts in knots, “you’ll wake our precious babies up an’ then what?” snaking a hand to tease your clit as he left open kisses on the exposed shoulder of your sweater.

“I-I,” you stuttered as he sped up his motions on your mound, only to break away again and shove your face into the down comforter.

“B-babeeee,” whining as your pussy throbbed on his length, the sensation never failing to burn just a little at his girth, “I-I l-love bein’ full a you,” gasping on every push of his cock on your cervix.

“I love seein’ my perty baby all full a me,” mewling and grunting as he thrust deeper and deeper, balls clapping on your pussy as he drank in your moans, “ya carry my babies s-so damn well,” gripping the sweater that had fallen up your back, pulling you even more flush with him as he railed the fuck out of you.

The thought of being completely filled, sending a shockwave to your budding clit, a tingling in your spine egging on the flutters in your pussy walls.

“I-is ma baby almost ready?” he growled, setting an even more brutal pace as he released his flesh and blood hand on your hip, no doubt a bruise already blooming from his iron grip on it.

His thick, meaty fingers found their way back to your stiffened bud, the slightest touch sending you to the complete edge of your orgasm, “that’s it Y/N,” he whispered, sweat dripping from his inky locks as he encircled the peak in your sopping folds, “cum all over yer cock,” he uttered out, feeling the shockwaves clamp over his member as you cried out in complete bliss.

“God fuckin’ d-dammit!” screaming as he sped up to ride your wave out into his own, “C-Clyde baby please!” feeling his movements become more erratic as you slipped from your high.

“I-I’m,” he stammered out, pumping his cock a few more times into your glistening hole, “‘m fillin’ this p-pussy full,” growling like the bear he was as he released his swimmers into your gaping womb, the warmth wrapping your uterus in a hug it so badly desired.

“Jesus f-fuckin,” he moaned out, hands covering your ass as he stilled himself, shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, “ya alright darlin’?’ patting your ass lightly, smoothing over the raised handprint he’d left.

“Ya,” you panted out, trying to still your breathing as you felt his softened cock slide out of you, the sound making you sigh in relief as the air hit your hole.

“Gah, yer so damn perty,” marveling at the mixture seeping out of your slit, “so fuckin’ wet,” scooping it up to stuff right back in, causing your pussy to clamp back down on his thick fingers.

“Gettin’ greedy, huh,” he chuckled, watching as your cunt ate up the spend, “ya know we’re gonna hafta do this more than once ta get it right,” removing it to lick up the rest in his mouth.

“I know babe,” setting yourself up to his blushing chest, rubbing his pecs as you leveled with his face, “remember we have two kids,” raising your pretty fingers to his face only to have him kiss the tips ever so lightly.

“I know baby doll,” he cooed, pushing strands of hair out of the way, leading your lips to meet his in a searing kiss on the bed.

“Daddy?” a shrill voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, the both of you freezing in horror as your pupils met, trying to ignore the call.

Clyde turned around slightly, to notice your daughter crowding the side of the entryway, “y-yes baby?” he whispered faintly, hoping the voice was a figment of his imagination, the color leaving his face as he noticed her sweet little face scrunched up in a questioning look.

“What were you an’ mama doin”?” she cocked her head to the side, inching into the light, teddy bear in hand, blinking her cute little eyes to adjust to the light.

“Uhm,” voice cracking as he cleared his throat to give her an answer, not daring to turn around as he was still fully nude, “mama an’ I well, uhm, well we were,” panicking to look back and you completely lost in silent laughter at his starstruck behavior.

You pat his chest, “I got this babe,” you tutted, pressing your index finger into his plush lips, and glancing over at your little girl, still waiting for an answer.

“Daddy an’ I were havin’ some alone time baby girl,” you spoke just loud enough for her to hear and hopefully simple enough to understand, “now dontcha think you should be in bed?” cocking an eyebrow “I don’t think Santa will come if he knows yer still awake,” crossing your arms as you stared her pretty little puppy dog eyes into the abyss they were.

“I jus’ wanted ta make sure daddy wasn’t hurtin’ ya, mama,” a tear rolling down her cheek as she started to back away into the dark hallway.

“Oh baby girl,” getting up from your spot to lower your sweater and pull your panties back up, “daddy wasn’t hurtin’ me at all, now were ya daddy?” looking to him as you pulled her into a hug.

“No honey,” he pandered, still facing away to shield her innocent eyes from his now completely limp member, “daddy wasn’t causin’ mama any kinda pain, I promise,” blushing and shying away at his little girl.

“See?” you pet her little head, “I promise we’re both okay baby,” kissing her forehead, “now let’s get back ta bed now,” leading her back into the hallway towards her room, and tucking her in bed.

“Mama?” she whispered as you back away towards the door.

“Yes, baby?” answering her back as you glanced back into the night lit room.

“Whatever y’all was doin’, I think you won the contest,” her face showing absolutely no signs of joking.

“Well,” stifling an all-out snort, “t-thank ya, baby,” shying into the hallway to take a deep breath, “I think mama won too,” smiling at her dozing off.

“Good night sweet girl, Merry Christmas,” whispering as you moved to leave the room.

“Merry Christmas mama,” her sweet voice echoed back as you found your way back to the bedroom, chuckling in the hallway as you shook your head.

This was for sure the merriest Christmas you’d ever experienced, and the most mortifying to boot.

And it all started with a dick in a wrapped box.

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WELL, I HOPE WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON HERE... LOCK YOUR DOORS AND CLYDE IS FUCKIN’ DADDY WHO NEEDS A PRETTY LARGE BOX TO COVER THAT MANHOOD A HIS... 😉

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BABE!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

#clyde logan #clyde logan oneshot #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x female reader #clyde logan x you #tw: children #tw: breeding kink #tw: unprotected sex #clyde logan imagine #clyde logan smut #clyde logan fluff #xmas ask #its a dick in a box #a horsecock in a box if you will

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just-a-writing-fan · 4 years

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Holding Out For A Hero

Another request for the signal boost sleepover, also for Shannon, @theliterarymess for Arvin or Peter. Song fic, Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler. Now, tbh, I was not sure what to do or where to go with this but when I decided on Arvin and saw that gif I got a idea and decided not to think too hard and go with it. This may also be short, apologies, really short and it is purely dialogue between some random guys and Arvin; it's more of a imagine than a blurb or a fic

Summary: Arvin left everything behind back in Virginia, even things he didn't know about and now he's got hours to get back home

Arvin Russell x Reader

"So, where you headin'?" "Knockemstiff, West Virginia....."

"Long way from Cinncinati and you seem to be in a hurry boy, what's the rush?"

"I'm gonna be a daddy.....my girls in labor...," He explains and accepts the smoke being passed around.

"so you're hitchhikin' a ride with a bunch of fellas you don't know in the back of a truck, going down a middle of nowhere strip of highway that goes for miles at night?"

"yeah, I reckon, pretty much. Y'all pulled over and I needed a ride. Like ya said, I'm in a hurry," he shrugs and passes the cigarette to the man questioning him.

The man shakes his head, "off to a good start as a daddy I reckon, these here is my three boys, got eight grands and that's my dumb fuck of a nephew up there driving"

Arvin simply nods, "nice meetin' y'all, thanks for the lift"

"no problem.....boy or girl?"

"don't know....."

"what you mean you don't know?"

"I didn't know I was gonna be a daddy till a few hours ago"

"You mean you don't know your little lady was knocked up?"

Arvin shakes his head, "nope, sir"

"well ya seem to care a heap of a lot, how come?"

"I had to leave real sudden, had to light a fire under my ass...."

"must've been pretty dang big fire to make ya up and leave a girl like that, hella a match," he and his sons laugh.

"You ain't kidding," Arvin chuckles, sometimes talking to strangers is easier than talking to people you know. "My sister got knocked up by a twisted preacher and I found her when she hung herself, then I killed him, then I killed somebody else and then a cop, but both of them tried to kill me first......"

"so...how'd ya know you were gonna be a Pa?"

"I was seeing this girl, Y/N, I wrote her a letter and she and I have been writin' for months but I got a phonecall a few hours ago.....I wanna be a superhero, like in my comics, for my kid......I ain't gonna be like my daddy"

"yer' off to a good start....how long 'go was it?"

Arvin checks his watch, "bout 4 hours?"

"well push it hard'as we can and getcha there. Hey, tell your cousin to haul buggy," he tells his son closer to the window

"so you read comics?"

"yeah, my Mama used to buy 'em for me...."

"what if you have a girl?" His son asks Arvin.

"what if I have a girl?" Arvin tilts his head

"girls ain't 'posed like that stuff," they laugh

"my Mama did, if she wants to like that stuff she can, I ain't gon' stop her. Ain't hurtin' nobody, is she?"

"reckon you right, but what if it's a boy?"

"then I'll teach 'em to cook"

"boys ain't 'posed to cook, girls is"

"ladies are the best cooks, but, the ladies need a break once in a while"

"I reckon....well, watcha namin' 'em?"

Arvin shrugs, "depends, I gotta talk to Y/N too........I'm hopin' she'll let me name our daughter Lenora"

".......who's that?"

"yeah, who's Lenora?"

"that your sister?"

Arvin just nods, "and if ya have a son?"

"She can name him...."

"Ain't you ever had a superhero before?"

"Myself. I ain't namin' no kid after me....."

#jessica's signal boost sleepover #arvin russel x reader #the devil all the time #tdatt #the devil all the time x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #arvin russell

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lilithbasically · 2 years

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Okay so @ravenina14 came to me with this idea and I’m gonna just apply it okay? Great. Fantastic

MHA men as classic slashers; no quirks

I’m just assigning and giving my reasons okay? Great, good

Horror movie spoilers maybe? Idk. If you haven’t watched classics, don’t read this. This is honestly drunk ramblings with added interest so proceed with caution. Also I’m gonna say Dark Content bc this is horror we’re talking about and I just wanna be safe.

- Scream: Dabi=Billy, Hawks=Stu

Assuming I’m playing the role of Sidney, I’m more likely to fuck Dabi than Hawks so it just makes sense. Also the fact that Billy (Dabi) has no issue killing while Stu (Hawks) is worried about his dad finding out? Yeah, it fits.

- Halloween: Michael Myers=Kirishima

Oh yeah. Yep. Big ass tower of a man? Kirishima. If he was gonna snap, you’re telling me he wouldn’t use a knife?? Please, I’m right and you know it. And I’d still call him daddy idc

-Friday the 13th: Jason=Bakugo

I said what I fuckin said. He’s calculating, intimidating, and huge. He’d stalk you while planning your demise bc he likes how you look but he’s still gon’ getcha.

-Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Leatherface=Deku

YUP. I SAID DEKU AND I MEANT IT. Just like…he’s been made fun of since he was a kid, he wants to be someone else, ya know? So he wears someone else’s face (think Jessica Biel version).

-Hellraiser: Pinhead=Denki

Yep…cuz the conductivity…ya know….also feel like he’s hella into BDSM so it works

- Invasion of the Body Snatchers: Body Snatcher=Sero

Bc…he like…wraps them up like the pods? Get it? It makes sense in my brain 😤

-Nightmare on Elm St.: Freddy=Shoto

C’mon. You’re telling me he doesn’t have nightmares about his childhood? He def does and he’s sick of it. Done with being judged about it so he’s gonna take control. You wanna make fun of his nightmares? He’ll become yours.

#I’m drunk and i don’t even know what the fuck I just wrote #but here you go anyway

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artnerd1123 · 3 years

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A Familiar World

Land On Your Feet ——————————————-

Before Journal was “Journal,” he was Theodore: a mischievous kid with a handful of charm and a whole lotta stubbornness. On a normal trip to town, he sees something strange that would change his life. For better or worse, the kid has yet to find out...

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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ultimately I had planned for there to be a lot more going on here, but the chapter got way too long and i need validation to live. i’ll get on my other plans as i can, but there’s this for now! enjoy!

“Are we there yet?” “No, not yet.” “Are we there yet?!” “No, not yet.” “Are we THERE YET?!” “No, not y-” “Would you guys quit it back there?! I can’t focus on driving!” “Just ignore them, we’re almost there, anyway…” Such was the standard soundtrack on trips like these. The wagon bumped along the well worn dirt road, the horses kicking up dust as they went. The front row of the wagon was full to capacity- four people across, full of two parents and two elder children, with no space to spare for the four younger kids in the back. Just a farming family on their way to marketplace, laden down with kids and corn. Another standard around here. Three of the kids tumbled around among the market-boud corn, fooling around in the way bored children do. The last sat with his legs dangling over the back of the cart. The farmer boy kicked his feet idly, green eyed gaze sliding over the brush and wide fields along the road. A shock of messy brown curls rustled in the breeze. He reached up to smooth it down. It needed to stay in the cool swooshing style he’d seen on the cover of his older brother’s novels. His plaid tunic hung loosely off his lanky frame, his leggings more like a pair of pillowcases. Hand me downs. Nothing he wasn’t used to. He’d stuffed the ends of his leggings into his boots. Snatched a belt from his father’s closet to cinch the tunic around his waist. A patchwork look, sure, but he was working on it. Heroes can start off a little rough, his books told him. They soak in every little trip until they stumble into adventure. He believed it wholeheartedly. Though he did wish there was more action on their town trips. Heaving a sigh, he pulled his legs under him. Now crouching on the back of the cart, he considered his next move. He could hear whispers of “do a flip- backflip-! Do it do it-” behind him. He tensed his legs, holding tight to the back of the cart. Coiled to flip backwards, he cast a mischievous glance back at his siblings- And caught his mother’s eyes. “Theodore, don’t y’all dare!” her sharp voice flew back. “How many times’ve ah told ya ta stop doin’ that? Yer gonna get hurt ‘n knock corn outta the cart!” “Sorry ma,” Theodore said sheepishly, “cain’t help myself…” He let himself flop backwards instead. His siblings giggled and squawked as he did so, tossing corn at him. Grumbling from the front of the cart said his mother wasn’t amused. But it was fine, when was she? “Theo theo theo!!!” his youngest sister- Elise- chattered. “Whaddaya think we’re gon’ see in town today???” “Probably nothing cool,” Nilo piped up, his arms crossed defiantly. Always the cynic, his younger brother. “There’s never anythin’ cool in town…” “Don’t be so sure!” a chipper voice piped up, another slinging an arm around Nilo’s shoulders. “There could be ghosts ‘er somethin!!!” Nilo’s twin, Tyler, was definitely the more energetic of the pair. Theodore couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics. “We’ll find out when we get there, eh?” he grinned. Popping his collar, he leaned in conspiratorially. “Ah heard from Jessie that th’ candyman’s in town again,” he whispered. His siblings’ eyes gleamed in excitement. “Ah can prolly buy ‘n sneak a bag ‘er two inta th’ wagon. Jes make sure y’all stick by ma ‘n pa this time.” “We don’ want a repeat a’ last month,” Nilo snickered, nudging his twin. “Ay, you shuttit, I did mah part!” Tyler squeaked. “‘S not mah fault pa decided ta check th’ cart fer Theo!” “Y’all both need ta pay attention ta what’s goin on ‘round ya,” Elise giggled. “I’ve always been better at coverin’ than y’all.” “Hey now, one week at a time,” Theodore shook his head, beaming widely. “We’ll git it this time. Ah promise.” Theodore cast a look at the cart’s front row. Dean and Carrie were busy talking to ma and pa about something or other. Crop pricing, probably. Didn’t seem like anyone heard anything. Good. He stuck his hand out, winking at his siblings. “Hands in fer good luck?” Giggling and smiling, his siblings stuck their hands on top of his. “Hands in!” “You bet!” “We gon’ git it…!” “Awrite. Let’s get this show on th’ road…”

The wagon trundled into town half an hour later, the horses snorting as their hooves clacked on a cobblestone road. Sun beaten buildings lined the path, worn wooden sides tacked up with posters and shoddy repair jobs. Plenty of people milled about between them. The crowds parted ways lazily around the wagon, a couple people waving or shouting out a greeting. Standard trip. Standard town. Standard people. The kids in the back didn’t pay mind to any of it. Their eyes were fixed on the approaching town square. Today it was chock full of wagons just like theirs. Wheat, beans, hay, millet- you name a crop, someone was probably selling it. A few travelling merchants had their cart shops set up, too. Bright colors and fabric hangings adorned their stalls. All the better to catch someone’s eye. A good thing, too. That’s what the kids were really interested in. Theodore and his siblings exchanged glances as their parents guided the cart into their usual space. He’d have to work fast today. His siblings had better be on their game. The gentle rock of the wagon as his father climbed to the ground drew him from his thoughts. “Awright y’all,” His father called out, hands on his hips. “I wanna see alla’y’all helpin with the sellin today. Les’ git movin’.” Dean and Carrie hopped down after pa, both instantly pulling down their usual stall crates to set up. So those three wouldn’t be a problem- hopefully. He trusted his partners in crime to keep them busy. They’d scrambled down after the group, already squabbling about something or over. Nah. It was ma he worried about. Ma was busy adjusting her large sunhat and southern belle’s dress, swiping off dust from the road. He tried to look as innocent as possible when she turned to face him. “Yer pa’s gonna help Dean ‘n Carrie up front with handlin’ th’ gold,” his mother explained firmly, “so I don’ wanna hear of any funny business goin’ on while ah’m out browsin’.” “Of course, ma,” Theodore nodded. “We’ll be mindin’ th’ shop. Ya don’t gotta worry.” “Mmh. Thas’ what y’all said last month,” his mother huffed. “Ah expect more a’ all of you. No funny dancin’ around ’r tumblin in the dirt ‘r runnin off ta who knows where ‘n scarin us half ta death, or any’a that.” “I getcha, I getcha…” Theodore’s fingers twitched up towards his hair, fidgeting nervously. “I promise we’ll be handlin things here.” Mostly. “Awrite,” his mother said drily. She sighed, giving her sunhat one last tug before hopping down. “An quit playin with yer hair, Theo. If y’all keep treatin it like a toy, we’re cuttin it off.” His hands fell quick as a hare, knuckles nearly knocking them against the wagon’s wood. “Thas’ what ah thought.” Theodore watched her walk off into the marketplace, face burning a bit. Revaew, he had to quit doing that in front of his parents. There was no way he’d let them ruin his look. Sheesh. He waited until ma quit glancing back to move. He slid off the cart, making his way around to the gated back. He grunted as he slid his hands under it, carefully unhooking and lowering the gate so none of the corn spilled out. Around him, he could hear Nilo and Tyler arguing over who’d get to put the sign out. Dean and Carrie would get on that after they finished stall setup. And Elise was up with pa, using her influence as a papa’s girl to keep his eyes on her. Perfect. He fooled around in the back for a little longer, pretending to inspect the corn. He just needed an opening. Just a small one, so he could slip out. Eventually, the moment came. With all three of his partners in crime deep in bickering, squabbling, and poking at things they shouldn’t, the three elders had their hands full and then some. Theodore managed to sneak out easily around the back. He ran along the cramped alleyway behind the stalls, making sure to put plenty of distance between his home wagon and himself. He popped out in the middle of the silk merchants’ stall. They gave him a strange look at first. But when he swaggered right past, hands tucked in his belt and gaze comfortably uninterested, they turned back to business. Good. Nobody ever pays attention if you’ve got enough confidence, he thought smugly. The marketplace spread vibrant and dusty before him. The usual area sellers were shouting to sell their wares much farther down the street. The town kept this place open for merchants. They were hard to come by, sure. But they had their busy weeks. Theodore grinned as the mix of colors, smells, and sounds swirled around him. “Silk! Fresh spun and cut to a length of your liking!” “Handmade bags and jackets! All cheap! Come’n get it!” “Exotic plants! Guaranteed to keep great and make even greater fruit!” “Toys for the little ones! Wind ups, drag alongs, stuffies, we got it all!” Oh yeah. This was a busy one. He sauntered down the cobblestone paths, keeping his eyes peeled for the swirls and starbursts of the candy stall. The more he walked, the more confused he got. Funnel cake, cotton candy, sweet tarts… all good things, but not something he could stash and hide on the ride home. Where in Revaew’s green world was the candy stall? It had to be somewhere- he trusted Jessie to know what was going on around town. If he doesn’, I’ll have ta find someone better ta be my informant, Theodore thought to himself. Nevertheless, he kept moving. Casual glances from one side of the road to the other and a meandering pace let him blend in with all the other market goers. At least, enough to mask his nervousness. C’mon… his siblings would be so disappointed if he didn’t find- Suddenly, he froze, eyes going wide. Oh no. Oh no. Not ten feet from him stood his mother. She wasn’t facing him, thankfully, but she was right there. If she so much as turned her head the slightest bit, she’d see him. And if she saw him now, he and his siblings be in so much trouble- Not thinking, the boy ducked behind the nearest stall, sprinting back along the alleyways behind the market. Ducking and weaving between different paths, he tried not to focus on the sound of footsteps and squawks from someone trying to tail him. All he wanted to do was get as much distance between his mother and himself before she noticed. He ran faster, ducking down alley after alley, desperation and adrenaline fuelling his mad dash. He could not get caught, he just had to find the candy stall and head back, he- he- Wait a minute. Where was he? Theodore slowed to a stop, leaning heavily on a nearby building. He glanced around as he tried to catch his breath. These were alleyways, sure. But somehow he’d managed to stray from the ones behind the marketplace. Through the gaps of the buildings, he could see the wide open fields and scrub of town outskirts. The hustle and bustle of town echoed far behind him. Where, he couldn't place. Oh boy. Well. This is… less than ideal, he thought nervously. Ah guess ah better keep movin. Try ta find my way back, maybe. His steps were hesitant as he moved forward, eyes sliding over unfamiliar wood and stone. Recognizable landmarks would be great right about now. But. Well. He hadn’t exactly been in this side of town. If those were a bust, maybe he could follow sound? Someone was always trying to play some instrument in the marketplace. He cocked his head to the side, straining for any hint of music. He tensed as something else registered in his ears. A strange… puffing sound. Like someone was throwing something at the ground, or stirring up dust. His brows furrowed in confusion. As he strained for more, he caught a glimpse of something bright and gold flashing above the roof of a nearby building. His eyes glimmered softly as it faded away. “What’n th’ hell…?” he mumbled. … his worries about getting back to the marketplace didn’t seem so dire. I gotta find out what that is. Head cocked and gaze sharp, Theodore jogged toward the source of the strange flashes. The closer he got, the more he sped up. The sounds got louder, and he could just make out a voice or two. The gold flashes shimmered bright as diamonds in the sun, looking for all the world like someone was turning treasure into mist. Eventually he spotted a cloud of it receding down an alleyway. There!!! Eagerly pressing forward, he all but ran down the alleyway, skidding to a stop once it opened into a small dirt patch outside of town. His mouth dropped open, eyes widening at the sight. In the center of the patch, someone was busy weaving air into towers. Or, he assumed it was air- what else could the curious coin-colored clouds be??? As he watched, they jumped off the top of one, tucking and rolling several times before their hands hooked on a newly-formed branch of smoky gold. He silently registered a couple other town kids beside him. But they were far from his thoughts. All he could do was watch in complete awe as the stranger swooped and swung through the air, puffs of smoke and gilded air weaving a lovely dance before him. Eventually, the stranger seemed to notice their audience. They smiled, winking at the little group. Theodore could only manage a tiny wave in return. He’d never- never- seen anything like this. The flips, yes- he’d been doing those since he was little- and the stranger was doing one hell of an impressive job with ‘em- but he’d not seen anything close to the strange gold sheen in the air. Not even in his wildest dreams. None of his storybooks had this sort of- sort of- whatever the stranger was doing. Yet he couldn’t help but feel he was staring down a legend. With a rather extravagant backflip, the stranger tossed a puff of gold at the air before them- and- disappeared?! The little group gasped. Theodore felt his shoulders tense anxiously. Where had they gone? Why was their gold fog fading? Had he just imagined the whole thing??? He glanced around helplessly at the few others around him. They all blinked, just as confused as he was. What happened? Before he could wonder too much longer, another puff of gold exploded in the air above them. Everyone gasped again as the stranger popped back into existence, flipping through the air. Dust kicked up as their boots landed firmly in the center of the dirt patch, mingling with the glimmering sheen of fading golden smoke. Everyone sat in awestruck silence for a moment. Then... The stranger grinned. And took a deep bow. Theodore was clapping before he knew what he was doing, a dopey grin taking up half his face. He faintly registered one of the group peeling off towards the alleyways. He didn’t pay it too much mind. He was much too focused on how the stranger was looking at him. “Well, seems someone enjoyed the performance, mh?” they grinned. Theodore glanced around- surely they were talking to someone else- but, no, their gaze was squarely on him. Everyone else wasn’t even moving. He nodded vigorously, eager smile still in place. “Y-yessir! Er- ma’am- er- pal?- It was real cool! I ain’t never seen anythin’ quite like it!” he stammered.. “Yer moves were amazin- and- what- what was that cloudy stuff?” He paused, wondering briefly if he wasn’t supposed to inquire such things. His face reddened as he continued. “A-ah mean. If y’all don’ mind me askin’...?” The stranger just chuckled, shaking their head. “It’s quite alright,” they hummed. “I don’t tend to pass through here often- I’m jus glad I caught some gazes while practicing. And… I don’t think you’da seen much of this anyway.” They held out a hand, Theodore gasping softly as golden smoke rose from their palm. “It’s magic, kid.” The second the words registered, Theodore froze. Eyes wide and jaw slack, he felt he couldn’t breathe. Magic? That was magic? His brows furrowed in utter confusion. His gaze bounced between the gold mist and the stranger’s face. Part of him whispered he should turn and go, but- surely- surely it couldn’t be! Magic was a destructive force. Something horrid and corrupting and full of nothing but misery and laziness. You knew it when you saw it. You knew it to avoid it. And it was never, never anything good. At least, that’s what his parents said anytime someone mentioned it. That’s all anyone in town ever said when someone mentioned magic. He’d not had reason to doubt until now. “... are… are y’all sure that’s magic…?” he echoed softly. The stranger seemed to pick up on his unease. Letting the gold fade away, they nodded. “Yeah, that’s magic, kid,” they replied. “Swear on my heart.” “But- but how’d ya-” Theodore gestured for a minute, trying to put to words his clashing thoughts- “how’re y’all usin it without gettin hurt or somethin? That all looked like- like fun, not like trouble!” The stranger tilted their head a bit, a flash of something- pity?- crossing their face. Theodore fidgeted a bit, and it was gone. “Magic’s not bad, kiddo, as long as you’re keepin an eye on it,” the stranger said gently. They gestured to the air around them as they continued. “You can do a whole lot with it- every little bit of gold you saw was a spell! ‘S not all bad, ‘s long as ya know what you’re doin. Magic helps ya do anythin ya put your mind to. Like ya saw, you can mash it together with all kinds’a fancy moves, too. Y’all can do amazin’ things if you keep tabs on your spellwork ‘n watch yourself.” “... really?” Theodore breathed. “Really,” the stranger nodded. “Tha’s… I… hey, wait a sec-” Theodore said hurriedly, “who’s the “you” y’all’re talkin’ ‘bout? Y’all n who else? ‘S there other magic castin’ folks around? Where- where’re they hidin? Who are they?” The stranger chuckled at his eagerness, holding up a hand. Theodore fell silent reflexively, standing up a little straighter. They didn’t look annoyed, but. Well. Habit wouldn’t be ignored. They looked down at him, spreading their hands out at their sides. “Well… yeah, if you know where to look,” they smiled knowingly. “Just… for safety, I won’t list names. But, if you want to know…” They leaned in conspiratorially, eyes shining. “It’s me and every other human around.” Theodore stared at them, blinking owlishly. His words took a minute to find their sound, drifting around his head before he could get bits of them out. “Ev… every… person...? Y… w-whaddaya… how…?” he said softly. “Anyone can use magic, kid,” the stranger said gently. “Even you. You just gotta dig for it.” Theodore just… fell silent. This felt like something he shouldn’t know, but. Well. Here he was. And he’d never been one to turn down something big. Slowly, his gaze drifted down to his hands. Anyone can use magic? He knew he wanted to do something big when he grew up. He couldn’t run the farm- not with Dean ‘n Carrie filling those roles. He loved his little siblings, but they… his parents had plans for them. He was just. Stuck in the middle. He knew he had to do something to stand out. And… well… something about the sight of the stranger swinging around, the clapping and cheering, the golden haze and look of pure bliss on their face, the pure legendary aura that hung off of them, and the amazement they got from the crowd... He wanted that. And he wanted it desperately. Unfortunately, he didn’t have long to think on it before an angry voice rang out. “What ‘n the hell’s goin’ on here?!” Theodore froze in place at the voice, body going stiff and straight as a board. Uh oh. He cast a nervous glance behind him. Standing at the mouth of the alleyway was a small group of adults. The kid he’d seen sprint off a few minutes ago was among them, hiding behind the leader. And- with his heart sinking- he realized that wasn’t the only person he recognized. His mother was there. Glaring at him. In fact, none of the group looked happy. At all. “Kids, git over here, will ya?” the leader said calmly. Though his eyes said he was anything but. The other couple kids around trotted obediently into the group. They disappeared behind a wall of adults, a ring of angry cattle protecting their calves. But Theodore couldn’t get himself to move. He hadn’t quite realized how close he’d strayed to the stranger. And now, with all these eyes on him, he couldn’t move. He just looked back at the leader, terror bubbling across his face. The leader eyed him for a moment. With a click of his tongue, his mother darted out from the group. Theodore cowered as she neared, but that didn’t stop her. Her hand shackled quickly around his wrist, yanking him roughly- frantically- desperately- panicky- back with her to the group. He felt himself pushed into the center quickly, pressed up against other wide eyed kids. A second later, grumbling and muttering broke out. Voices were muffled, stretching over him and his fellows like a cup over a fly. What was going on?! He wiggled around a bit, trying to get a good look. But the wall of adults- his mother included- wouldn’t budge an inch. He needed to see what was happening. But he had to work with what was on hand. He took a gamble and crouched down, peering out from their legs. The sound didn’t travel well, but he could see the stranger’s face. And lip reading did the legwork there. “‘S there a problem, sir?” the stranger asked, chipper tone wavering. “Yeah. I’m lookin at it,” the leader growled. He spat on the ground, disdain all over his face. “Y’all know we don’ like yer kind around here.” “I’m afraid I’m not sure what you m-” the stranger tried, but they didn’t get far. The leader took a menacing step towards them. Theodore could feel the anger radiating off of him. Go, he pleaded mentally, you’re not safe here. “Git out of our town,” the leader hissed. “Or we’ll make ya.” “There’s no need t-” “Ah said git.” With another click of his tongue, the group suddenly lurched forward. Panicked legs crashed against Theodore’s back, sending him tumbling facefirst into the dirt. Oh shit. Theodore curled up frantically, arms covering his head. The group surged forward again, boots and bare feet barely missing his body. When he looked up again, the group was advancing steadily towards the stranger. The sight slammed his heart into his ribs. Oh Revaew- what was going on?! The stranger just stepped back cautiously, hands out and trying to placate them. Theodore couldn’t see what they were saying, but he knew they were in trouble- they were in trouble- they had to get out- they- oh Revaew- his breath was catching in his throat. I can’t let them do this. Scrambling to his feet, the boy ran blindly past the menacing mob. Nobody noticed him until it was too late. He waved his hands at the stranger desperately. “YOU HAVE TO GO!” he cried. And that was all he had time to get out. The mob- that’s what it was- oh revaew- exploded into chaos. He felt hands grabbing and shoving him back behind the adults, many of them surging forward toward the stranger. He tried desperately to slip past- to yell- to hope frantically that the stranger was ok. But they’d been warned. With a flash bang of smoky magic, they were off. The sound and sight was enough to freeze the crowd for a moment. Enough for Theodore to wiggle free and watch. Though the mob bellowed and crashed, the stranger swung out of reach, golden clouds lifting them out of the way. Their gold branching towers ferried them quickly- gracefully- away from danger. With a tuck, roll, and dive, they landed perfectly on their boots a hundred feet away. Theodore felt their eyes linger on him for just a moment. His own were wide, full of naught but wonder. “REMEMBER, KID!” they shouted, turning tail to run, “A TRUE SHOWMAN ALWAYS LANDS ON THEIR FEET!” And hits the ground running, theodore thought softly.

The boy didn’t really process what happened after that. He felt the mob quiet back into a crowd. He felt their anger melt into crushing concern. He felt the words of many swirling around him, none of them sticking with the phrase that echoed in his mind. Eventually, he felt his mother dragging him back to the family stall, berating and fussing over him the whole time. It was only when corn gently rustled beneath him, and his siblings gently touched him, that he finally broke from his stupor. He shook his head, holding up a hand. He did what he could to soothe his siblings worries. It wasn’t too hard- spin a tale, flash a confident grin, and make some joke about having to try again on the candyman- they calmed down quick enough. He was left to sit in the back of the cart. As the sounds of the ride relaxed into something resembling the standard, theodore stared thoughtfully out over the path. A true showman always lands on their feet. … And hits the ground running. But… Magic isn’t dangerous, not if you keep an eye on it. How had nobody told him this before? Or that… that… Anyone can do magic. … Even him. The boy’s thoughts trundled steadily along like the wagon, though they were many miles away. The day left much to think about.

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See The Fire In Your Eyes (Chapter 4)

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Summary: Catherine Hays grew up in a picture-perfect, high society family in Virginia. She had her whole life planned out for her and was about to get married to a man she could not stand. When her brother uncovers a murder plot and has to pay with his own life, Catherine decides she can’t continue playing along. She takes control of her own destiny and goes south to a pretty little town called Blackwater.

Warnings: Swearing, Canon-typical violence, Kidnapping

Chapter 4 - Misadventures In Mail Delivery

It had been about two weeks or so since the incident with the stagecoach, and Catherine had definitely been keeping busy around camp. Mrs. Grimshaw quickly put her to work with the laundry, dishes, and assisting Pearson with the stew preparation. Adjusting to the life of an outlaw was a slow and strange process, especially after never having to do regular chores prior her entire life, but it was starting to feel normal. She even picked up new skills and hobbies that she enjoyed, like sewing, despite how many times she pricked herself while Tilly taught her the basics.

Catherine awoke to a particularly chilly morning and quickly got dressed in an effort to block out the cold air. A simple long-sleeved maroon shirt and a pair of black jeans, that she actually preferred over skirts after wearing them so often, accompanied her riding boots. She ran a brush through her tangled hair, taking time to pay special attention to a stubborn knot in the back, before putting it in a simple plait.

As she exited her small tent she raised her arms up and stretched, groaning a bit when her lower back popped a bit. Like every morning, she made a beeline to the fire and grabbed a cup of coffee.

Hosea called her over to the table he was currently sat at. “Would you mind taking a ride into town to pick up the mail?”

She gave a quick nod at him before downing the rest of her coffee. “Of course! What do we need?”

“Mrs. Grimshaw ordered some clothes and there are probably some letters for Dutch and myself.”

“Sounds good. I’ll get a move on now.” They shared a smile before Hosea returned his attention to the book in his lap and Catherine headed back to her tent. She grabbed the dark blue jacket that was slung on top of her clothing trunk before walking over to where Arthur, John, and Lenny were standing and enjoying their coffee. “Morning fellas,” she said with a warm smile as she pulled the jacket on.

The group replied with their own nods and small ‘morning’s of acknowledgement before she spoke up again. “Well I’m heading into town to grab the mail, any of you need me to pick up somethin’ from the store?”

Arthur spoke up first. “A pack of cigarettes would be nice.”

~~~~~

She looked between the other two as they just shook their heads. “Can do, Mr. Morgan. I should be back in an hour or so.”

The ride into town went smoothly as always. Catherine passed only a few people on the road, as the sun was still just over the horizon, and stopped at the post office first. She collected everything they needed, a stack of letters addressed to the ringleaders of the gang and a package for Miss Grimshaw. She securely strapped the package to the back of her horse before slipping the letters into the saddlebags and walking to the general store.

Catherine made a quick lap around the store, picking up Arthur’s request as well as a can of peaches for herself and some candies for Jack. As she stood at the counter to pay she felt someone staring at her and quickly looked around the store before taking note of the man paying a little too much attention to the box of biscuits in his hand. She passed the clerk a few bills before gathering her things and returning to her horse.

As she was putting the things into the saddlebags, that same looming presence of someone watching made itself known once again. Catherine quickly slipped the cigarettes and chocolate bar into the inner pocket of her jacket before she mounted and spurred her horse into a gallop to get out of town as fast as possible. When she was barely half a mile out of town the sound of steady hooves following her seemed to grow louder with each passing moment. She spared them a quick glance over her shoulder before turning off of the road and into the thick forest of Tall Trees.

Her mare protested every time she was spurred on to keep up her pace, but the stead never once slowed down. Catherine ducked and weaved through low hanging branches, keeping a hand held out in front of her face to avoid any collisions.

The sound of hooves only faded for a moment as she ducked into the forest before reappearing almost twice as loud. A small “shit!” escaped her lips as the sound of hooves and the edge of Tall Trees grew closer.

Catherine failed to realize that she was nearing a small cliff and, before she could slow down, her horse slid down the slope uncontrollably. Her mare began to freak out, frantically trying to regain its footing on the loose dirt and rocks, and bucked her off in the process. She fell to the ground with a hard thud, pain in her chest and the air fully gone from her lungs.

Between ragged breaths as she lay on the ground, trying to regain her breathing, she noticed the sounds of hooves had stopped and steady footsteps crunching leaves began to approach her. She tried to reach for her pistol but one of the men shot a bullet next to her head, obviously missing on purpose.

“The boss is gonna be very happy about this,” the other man chucked. The last thing she saw was her mare sprinting off in the direction of camp before the butt of a rifle knocked her out cold.

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“Hey, Lenny!” Arthur called to the man on guard duty as he walked towards his horse. “Has Miss Hays gotten back yet?”

He adjusted the rifle in his hand as he turned to look back at the man behind him. “No, I haven’t seen her.”

“Damn, I could use that pack of cigarettes she promised.” No sooner than the words left his mouth did the steady gallop of hooves start to approach the camp. The two men looked towards the sound expecting to see the woman they were just discussing, but were met with her dark brown mare barreling down the path. Arthur, wasting no time at all, instinctively put his hands up to slow the horse and grab the reins. He calmed her down enough that she stopped moving, though she was still shaking her head and huffing from the unfamiliar contact.

The two men shared a glance before Lenny spoke up. “Well,” he exhaled. “This ain’t good.”

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The world was a haze around Catherine as she started to come to her senses. The room she was in was mostly dark, with a small stream of light peeking in from the torn curtain. She blinked a few times to get her eyes adjusted to the space around her. It was a small room, with a mattress pushed against the opposite corner of the room and a table covered in playing cards and empty cigarette cartons next to her.

Her mouth was dry and tasted like metal. Her vision was still blurry from the darkness, but she could still tell her eyes were very swollen. Despite her whole body screaming and protesting against her, she tried to move. Her muscles ached against the rope tied around her hands and legs.

She stopped struggling when a male voice spoke up outside. “How much longer do we have to be in this shithole?”

Another man replied, “Another day or two, probably. Just waiting on Calvin to send word for us to send her back.”

She felt her stomach churn. Of course he was behind this.

The door to the cabin swung open and she could vaguely make out the shape of a man walking towards her. “Look who’s awake, boys!” As he walked closer she recognized the figure to be the man that shot at her earlier.

“I’d rather die than go back to that rat,” she spat, struggling against the ropes.

The man laughed and crouched down next to her. “As much as I would love to make that happen,” he said with a smile. “I’m afraid Mr. Foster specifically requested you be returned alive so he could decide exactly what to do with you.” He lifted up a hand to her cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. God , she wanted to throw up. Or punch him in the face. “Pity though, that he gets to have all the fun with you. I bet you’d make a very-”

Before he could continue she moved her face to the right towards his hand and bit down hand, directly at the base of his thumb. He yanked his hand back and grabbed it, making sure that he wasn’t bleeding. Catherine looked at him with fire in her eyes and he returned the gaze with pure anger. “You bitch!!” he yelled, using his opposite hand to slap her across the face. Her head went back and hit off the hardwood of the wall behind her, a yelp of pain escaping her lips. The world started to spin around her and her vision started to get hazy. She vaguely heard the man spew some string of curse words at her before she blacked out.

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The second time she woke was to gunfire outside of the small cabin. The men that captured her were not only yelling a lot between each other, but she had a feeling that they were losing the fight as well.

“Check inside, we’ll keep watch out here,” a distant voice said. It sounded hazy and muffled as it broke through the ringing of her ears.

The door to the house opened and she tightly shut her eyes from the heavy moonlight. After a moment she opened them to see a figure approaching her, to which she instinctively curled her bruised body further into a ball. Her figure shook violently from fear and the cold air surrounding her.

“Hey, s’okay. I ain’t gon’ hurt ya.” the figure spoke up in a soft tone. The voice was deep and gravelly but also gentle. One that felt familiar and safe.

She looked up with tears in her half-lidded eyes and said, “Arthur?” Her voice was weak and sounded almost like a wheeze.

“Shhh, it’s alright. We’re gon’ getcha outta here.” He carefully cut the ropes on her arms and hands. “Can ya walk?” When Catherine slowly shook her head Arthur bent down to slide his arms under her legs and behind her back. He hoisted her body up- to which she let out a loud cry of pain- and walked back out of the small cabin, careful to not hit her against the doorframe. She rested her head against his chest as they walked to try and stop the world from spinning around her.

For the first time in what was probably days she felt safe.

“Take her back to camp,” another voice spoke up. “We’ll stay back for a bit and make sure no one is left.” Arthur sat her on the front of his horse’s saddle and carefully got in behind her to assure she wouldn’t fall during the ride.

As they rode off back towards camp Catherine kept her head propped up against Arthur’s chest with her eyes closed, desperately trying to ignore the aching pain her body felt as the horse galloped. Her right hand clutched the front of his shirt, her legs dangling over the side of the horse, and a few stray tears leaked out of her eyes.

“Well be back soon, just stay with me.” She felt his chest rumble against her head as he spoke and groaned out in pain, to which he instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I know it hurts but we’ll be back soon.”

She started to feel lightheaded and groggy. Using the last of her strength, Catherine opened her puffy eyes and looked up at Arthur. “Wasn’t.. O’Driscolls,” she murmured, voice nearly giving out at the end.

The last thing she heard was Arthur’s confused “What?” before her field of view was swallowed into blackness and she slipped out of consciousness again.

~~~~~

Catherine didn’t remember much of what happened after that. She remembered a lot of yelling, people rushing around, and what she thinks was Arthur and Lenny talking. When she was finally fully conscious she woke up to a very dry mouth and almost every part of her body in pain. She looked at her surroundings and realized she was back at camp, in her tent, with Hosea reading a book beside her cot. Upon noticing her awake he smiled and shut the book, and reaching for a cup of water he had resting on the crate next to her.

“Good to see you awake, Catherine.” He helped her lean up and drink, reminding her to go slow and breathe so she didn’t choke. “You gave us all quite the scare.”

Before she could reply the flap to her tent was opened and Arthur’s familiar hat peaked in. “Glad to see you’re up.”

She felt the corner of her mouth turn up in a light smile at his voice. Hosea waved Arthur in and stood before saying, “I’ll let you catch her up on everything, but make sure she eats something and gets a lot of rest.” He gave Arthur a pat on the arm before leaving and closing the tent’s canvas.

“How..” she started, struggling to speak as her throat was still sore and voice was almost gone. “How long was I out?”

Arthur sat down in the chair next to her and leaned back. “A few days. You’ve been in and out a couple times, but never as aware as ya’ are now. Hell, Reverend was considerin’ reading you yer last rights last time you were conscious.” They shared a chuckle at the thought before Arthur continued. “Took a hell of a beating back there but at least Miss Grimshaw will go easy on you for a while.”

Arthur looked at her for a second and took in her features. “Do you have any idea who those men were? ‘Cause you said they ain’t O’Driscolls when we were coming back to camp.”

She let out a sigh. “Yeah, I do.” Her gaze shifted from him to the canvas covering the top of the tent. “Calvin sent them. The man I was supposed to marry.”

He looked down at his feet and nodded, before looking back up at her a moment later. “I’m guessing he’s not too happy you left your old life?”

Catherine’s eyes returned to the man next to her. “Not at all.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked down at her hands, her thumbs fidgeting together in her lap. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I didn’t want to get you all wrapped into more problems than you already have.”

Arthur leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Catherine,” he said with a sincere tone, “You’re a part of this gang now, which makes you family. And as a family one person’s problems become a concern for all of us. If this son of a bitch shows his face again we’ll take care of it.”

She smiled at the sincerity of his words, tears threatening her eyes. The two sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each other’s company before a thought popped into her head. “Oh!” she said suddenly. “Is my horse alright?”

Arthur chuckled at her concern. “She’s perfectly fine. An hour or two after you left she showed back up at camp without you, so me and Lenny figured you were in trouble. Real smart girl you got there, seeing as she was able to bring herself all the way back to camp on her own.”

Catherine smiled at the good news. “Thank god she’s alright.” Her eyes drifted to the trunk on the floor next to Arthur’s chair and she spotted her jacket laying on top of it. “Arthur, could you grab my jacket for me?” She gestured with her right hand to where it lay and he picked it up before gently laying it on the bed next to her. “Before I forget,” she said with a smirk as she reached into the pocket on the inner lining. “You might be wanting these.” She handed over the, now slightly squashed, pack of cigarettes to him.

He laughed as he accepted the gift, having nearly forgotten that he even asked for them. “Thank you very much, Miss Hays.”

“Consider it payment for rescuing me from my captors.”

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Shandi’s Writer’s Month Prompts!

Day 10: Bunnies

Requested by @tanookiroxx (also thanks for the story idea! THIS GON’ B GUD~ >3)

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“Take good care of my little Snowball, Nikki~”

“Don’t worry, Princess I got this~”

StarChild smiled and kissed Nikki’s cheek. “You’re an absolute sweetheart~ I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can but..I just know the Council is going to talk my ears off..” he sighed heavily and leaned his forehead against the door. He suddenly squeaked when he felt a hand squeeze his ass. “You get through this, baby..and I’ll give you a good time when you come back~”

“Mmm..you got a deal~” He kissed Nikki one last time before leaving. Nikki sighed and opened Snowball’s cage to let her out. “Looks like it’s just you, me..” he held up two bottles of liquor. “..and Jack Daniels tonight, little girl.”

Two bottles eventually turned into three. Then four. StarChild had been gone for hours and all Nikki could do to stave off his boredom was drink. Snowball was back in her cage fast asleep and nice and full from being fed. There was no need to worry about her. Which was good because he was drunk. He stumbled over to StarChild’s bed and fell onto it. Maybe..his Princess would be back by the time he woke up...

~*~

“Nik! Nik! Wake up!”

“Huh..? Tommy..?”

“C’mon! You don’t wanna miss dinner do ya?”

“Dinner..?” Nikki woke up and rubbed his head. Damn, his head was killing him. Three bottles of Jack was definitely his limit. His stomach growled loudly. “Fuck..guess I am hungry..” He stood up and brushed the leaves out of his tail.

Wait WHAT?

LEAVES?

TAIL?!

“What the fuck?!” He looked around. What was he doing in a forest? And why did he have a wolf’s tail?! When he spotted Tommy he gaped. He had a wolf tail too! And ears! What the ever-loving fuck?! “The hell’s goin’ on, Tommy?! Why do you look like that?!” Tommy looked back at him with a weird expression. “What’re you talkin’ about, Nik? This is how I’ve always looked. Did you drink too much again and pass out?” Nikki rubbed his head again, flinching at his own wolf ears. “Y-yeah..guess so..”

“Then you need to get off your ass, my man! Or do you wanna miss gettin’ a good piece of tail~?” Nikki’s ears perked right up and he laughed. “Yeah, didn’t think so~ C’mon!” Speechless, Nikki followed hos fellow ‘wolf’ deeper onto the forest.

As they approached a clearing they heard giggling. Tommy grinned, showing off all of his sharp teeth. “We’re here, Nik..take a look~” With a raised eyebrow, Nikki peeked through the trees that surrounded the clearing. He couldn’t believe what the hell he was seeing. People. Really pretty people dressed up in sexy bunny costumes. Ears. Tails. Skimpy suits. Fishnets. Bow ties. The whole nine yards.

WHAT THE FUCK

He was definitely dreaming..cause this was too fucking crazy to be real. Tommy nudged him. “Like what you’re seein’ huh? Yeah, me too~ They’re gonna make a good meal for us tonight~” Truth be told, it wasn’t food Nikki was thinking about when he caught sight of one particular bunny. Dressed in purple with platform heels. Long silky black ears sticking out of a head of dark curly hair. That looked..very familiar. The bunny turned and Nikki’s jaw dropped. “Princess...?”

“See one you like~?”

“Yeah..I sure do~” How could he resist a hot little bunny that looked exactly like his Princess? He licked his lips as his tail swished back and forth.” “I’m gonna mount that purple one~”

“Gonna wha?”

“You heard me~”

“Ohhhh I getcha~ Go get ‘im, Nik!!”

With a wolfish smirk Nikki disappeared into the brush. He circled the lake slowly and silently, his eyes focused on nothing but the beautiful purple bunny. His patience shortened by the second due to his pants becoming incredibly uncomfortable. He growled as he readied himself to pounce. “You’re mine, little bunny~” He jumped out and tackled the purple bunny to the ground. “GOTCHA!!” When the bunny screamed he was admittedly a little freaked out. He even sounded the same as Princess! “Wolf!! Wolf!!” the bunny shouted, causing all of the other bunnies to scatter. Tommy cursed and ran after one. A blond one dressed in pink. Was that..Vince..? Whatever. Didn’t matter. He had how own bunny to focus on. This was so fucking weird. It was Princess..but it wasn’t. Princess wouldn’t look at him with such fear in his eyes. “Relax, little bunny..I’m not gonna eat ya~”

“Y-you’re not..?”

“Nah..I’m just gonna mount you and make you mine~”

“Ohhh..please, Mr. Wolf..I’ll do whatever you want if you let me go..”

Nikki almost laughed. This was like some freaky roleplay. He could get into this~ “After I’m done with you..you won’t want me to~”

“Nikki?”

“Mmmph..don’t bother me I’m busy.”

“I have to, Nikki..because it’s time to wake up.”

“Wha..? How d’you know my--”

~*~

Nikki bolted up, almost smacking his head against StarChild’s. “W-what the hell?! Where am I?!”

“Relax, Nikki!” StarChild moved close and rubbed his back. “You’re in my room. You fell asleep. I’m sorry I woke you up like that but it looked like you were having a dream.”

“Oh..” It’s true. He was. And what a dream. He turned to look at StarChild, part of him expecting to see bunny ears. “..yeah..guess I was..”

“It wasn’t bad was it? What was it about?”

Nikki chuckled and shook his head. “Princess..you wouldn’t believe me if I told ya~ But..it gave an idea for the next time we get together~”

~END~

#Shandi's Writing Month!#Shandi's KISSteriaverse #~StarTerror~

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