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Bakugou X reader; The world after the war

Pairings Bakugou X Reader. Warnings; HUGE manga spoilers, Angst to comfort, describing death and war and all of that stuff

Summary: Sitting by his bedside as he recovers from the final war, worrying if he would never wake up, your emotions spill and unknowingly you tell him how you truly feel

A distinguished beeping noise is heard within the room as your head becomes less fuzzy and you come too. A hospital room…wait a hospital room? You then look to your left at the blonde man who looked dead but wasn’t dead and was asleep. You reached out and squeezed his hand that was limp by his side and recalled the events. “Ah that’s right,” you were no patient, well you were but not the one who was in the most critical condition nor was this your room. Heck you played a big role in the war as he, but this person, Bakugou Katsuki was one of the huge players who died and returned, whose heart was replaced in its entirety. Bakugou Katsuki, the one who prioritized being a hero above almost anything, with the exception of the safety of those he cares about, yet while he prioritized his dream, he was also the one you loved.

You remembered how you weren’t fond of him at first, how he seemed cruel and sadistic and how he simply was selfish, and then you recall how he seemed to mature and change, especially after his kidnapping by the league of villains. Around that time you decided to try to make small talk with him when you get the chance. The first few times he blew up on you yet you kept persisting, after that he asked why you wanted to annoy him so much, which you cheekily replied that you enjoyed seeing him angry, then he shrugged it off, and finally you were able to be on the same grounds as Kirishima in his eyes; a respectable person, an equal, because while you were annoying you kept your ground and knew what to say to blow him up while knowing what to say to comfort him (though his pride got the best of him and he never admitted how you made him feel SLIGHTLY better). And eventually your relationship grew, you studied with him, ever so rarely he would make food for you (only with the courtesy of it being spicy than one could handle so he would get a good laugh while you would cry and pout while yelling at him), or how he would always acknowledge your presence whenever you are within range, and even you even learned he liked to read romance novels aswell, by accident ofcourse, he never would let his pride be damaged like that. So obviously the both of you bonded over it, regardless of how stupid the misunderstandings were or how amazing the love was portrayed. You both grew so close, until you both drifted apart during the training with Class 1B when he seemed more infatuated with whatever was happening with Midoriya’s quirk and didn’t leave much time nor talk for anyone, not even you, at the time you didn’t understand but now knowing about OFA, you knew. Even so as sad as you were back then you weren’t upset, you knew you still had 2 years after this year and the two of you would still greet each other. It seemed like whatever was happening with Midoriyas quirk was serious as other student also were called to help, so you didn’t mind, hoping that you would get the chance to talk with him soon.

You remember how you always admired him from a far, how he was always confident regardless of his injuries, how he eventually learned how to work with his teammates and win quickly and efficiently like during the training with Class 1B. How he always seemed to push through and rarely showed fear, and how he became more empathetic regardless of his anger, how in the end he truly cares about others. And how regardless of what his state was, he always seemed to look beautiful.

Now that you recall, his beauty was the last thing you appreciated about him. It’s not that you didn’t think he was beautiful, you thought he was SO ethereal and stunning, but you adored the way he matured, the way he always puts up a fight, and how he cares first. If it was beauty that had caught your eye to begin with then you wouldn’t have disliked him as much as you did at the beginning of the year. But speaking of beauty you noted how he had a huge scar in his chest, how half of his face wasn’t as scared or blinded as the other side, and how he seemed so frail despite his strong physique. How he looked like he could die, and all before he could even graduate, all before he could become a pro, all before he could challenge Deku for the number one spot, all before he can see his parents again, all before he sees his childhood friend and call him by his first name again…

All before you could tell him the words you desperately wanted to say, the words that were in your chest for months on end…

The words “I love you”.

By then you were heaving in sobs and just realized that everything had spilled out, that your supposed thoughts tumbled and you said everything you wanted to say, everything you had thought when you woke by his bedside, tumbled out. Soon you felt the hand you were holding squeeze ever so slightly and snapped your head to stare at the crimson eyes of Bakugou. He didn’t say anything, simply because he was so weak, he looked like he could pass out any moment so you called for a nurse, but still, even without any words, the way he looked at you was enough to say exactly what he wanted to say;

“I love you too.”

Hello everybody! This is my very first fic so I truly apologize if it seems off or if there are any errors or mistakes. Also for those who are wondering why there is no word count it is because I’m still trying to set everything up, but I promise that I will have word counts up soon! There will be many fics coming up hopefully, and I plan to potentially make a part 2 to this soon, so stay tuned and enjoy!

Word count: 1402

A/n; I'm proud of this (hope I did this properly) tiny last minute editing.

Warnings; bad day, angst with a happy ending, Rafe being boyfriend material pet name (pretty girl) hurt x comfort

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Rafe Cameron, prideful, persistent, and above all punctual.

Admirable, aggravating.

When Rafe texted you and said he was coming by, you knew that meant 10 minutes max, before he would be knocking on your door.

You were paniced, reasonably so. You had just stepped out of what was supposed to be a relaxing shower, your skin pricked with goosebumps as the cold air hit your exposed skin.

10 minutes, and here you were debating if you wanted to respond or not, but anything was better than staying at that house any longer.

Love would not be enough restraint for you if you had to deal with another one of your family's feuds.

It soon hit you that time was ticking, your hands tossing your phone into the pile of pajamas you were in earlier as you quickly got to work dying yourself off.

As soon as he approached the porch you appeared in the doorway, a soft smile tugged at his lips seeing you standing there.

Hips leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, and your beautiful face staring expectantly into the distance.

Even still he walked up the creaky steps, hands open to relieve you, but when you remained planted, eyesight shifting towards his polo, the closed collar underlining his broad chest, and muscles caught your gaze.

He countered the hug within distance, slugging an arm around your shoulder, he leaned down, pressing his cold lips against your heated skin, causing your cheeks to bubble, lips pursing in a supressed smile. "Missed me didn't you?" He cooed, the keychain circling his index jiggled, the tip of his finger teasing the underside of your jaw.

You stiffened at the action, taking the first step forward, muttering a quiet 'sure'.

"Ahha," he chuckled dryly, following your lead.

Even if you didn't share the enthusiasm he was happy to see you.

You approached the car, Rafe cutting you off mid step to pull back the handle, the dark paint job facing you now as you scoffed playfully circling the door.

"After you milady," You rolled your eyes at his antics, kicking one foot into the car, the other followed by your chin pressing sharply into your chest as you ducked the roof of the car, settling side.

You wiggled in your seat, immediately reaching for the seatbelt, pulling it smoothly across your chest.

You let out a breath you were holding. Had it got stuck or you couldn't adjust it just right and you had to wrestle it, you'd scrap the whole car. Even if it wasn't yours, you were especially fragile right now.

Rafe got in the driver’s side, the engine roared to life at the twist of his hand, a triumphant grin crossed his face, his nose scrunching as he did so, looking at you excitedly.

Would it be rude to ask why he was so...energetic...today?

The answer?

He saw it.

Through his tinted shades currently sitting in his cupholder.

The attitude in your body language, the shift of weight from one leg to the other, the strain in your formerly guarded form, the unhappiness in your features, and especially the wrinkles siding beside the corner of your eyes. They weren't from smiles, but from heavy glaring.

And smiles would be evident in the way your cheeks pigmented a visible tone after long periods of laughter, and how puffy the corners of your mouth got.

It didn't at all sound attractive when he brought it up to you, but he explained his admiration for your joyous nature, and how when you smiled you smiled big.

And despite your objection in his words, your lips wavered, peeling back into the corners of your face, showing him just what he thought to be true.

"Did you..." You paused, his attention immediately turning on you. "Have you been hanging around Barry again?" Was the only respectful way you could ask.

He didn't take offense, instead braced his hands against the steering wheel, "No," he drew out, putting the car in reverse.

You nodded, awkwardly placing your hands in your lap.

At first being home free helped. Something about the drive around, loud music, and sea salt in the air had made you forget the knot swelling inside various places.

Just as progress was made a flip switched.

It was the song playing on the radio. Something you didn't care to remember because you felt it.

Those sick, unwell feelings form in the pit of your stomach at the words, and now more than ever a raw intensity pulling within you drawing you back to a place of anger.

A place of hurt.

Rafe noticed at first, it was subtle. The head nodding, rolling your eyes as he turned the volume up. He paid attention.

He knew these.

He knew you.

Then a couple miles down, you were singing along, looking as you did do, but he could feel you loosening up.

But just as fast as it appeared it stopped.

He turned the music down, hoping you would continue, but you didn't.

Back to silent nodding and now something else. Your eyes. They were blinking... rapidly.

Now he knew something was up. Something heavy.

Little did he know the events of the morning lingered a dense electric gray over your head, and rain would soon pour from your clouded irises.

"Did something happen? You're all sad and,"

"And shit," you responded, tilting your head back.

"Yeah... all sad and...shit," as you had not so eloquently put it.

"It's nothing," by now it was everything.

"That doesn't sound right," he countered, his foot applied pressure towards the break, the wind breaking acceleration had decreased to the speed limit at best.

And you held back a couple of tears, but that didn't stop strays, warm against your skin. You could feel a burning in the top of your nose, and a climbing temperature around your ears indicating you were about to cry.

"Do you want to talk about it? I can listen," he offered.

You simply sniffled, you palmed up, roughly pushing against your skin, wiping tears. "Do you even know where we're going? We've passed that same park like three times," you said referring to the open field with 101 benches placed too close together.

Sometimes your deflection could be ignoring his question, answering vaguely, or in this case, insulting his navagation skills.

"No, no," he played along, "That's the country club, it's got an expansion, pretty much every road has a view of it."

That actually makes sense now.

Still.

He continued to examine you, your body language.

It was just as tense as before, if not more.

Your little breakdown had only gone on for a quick minute and then you were back to being stone.

If only he could turn you into statue.

Unlike your earlier suggestion before you the dizzy world had slowed and vision returned.

Not before the sight of a concerned smile, his hand parked over the steering wheel, the other resting on the armrest, his torso twisted to meet you.

This time he didn't try to convince you, he let his sad, pretty eyes manipulate you into a sharing state.

"It's just not my day today," you confessed, a little bob in your head confirming that.

"Well, we can change that," his ringed fingers found there ways rubbing against your salted skin swiping tears.

He leaned forward, his lips pressing to your cheekbone, lingering over your skin, the edge of his nose rubbing up the bridge of yours, traveling kisses planted on you in various spots.

He made it to your hair, letting out a hum, tilting his head against yours, making himself level with you, you looked up through your eyelashes to find his comforting gaze on you already, promising better.

Amist the intimate gesture he leaned into it, his elbow honking against the wheel, a bold whistle vibrated through the car, making you jump.

You felt his long lashes tickle your cheek, an embarrassed sigh left him, his forehead still pressed against your face.

And while he thought the accidental honking had ruined the slow, intimate vibe, it tickled you.

His reaction of resignation and reserveness had made it better, and you couldn't hide the smile on your face, the peaks of your teeth peering through and a hearty laugh escaping you.

Rafe carefully kissed your jaw once more, slipping back into his seat, both hands holding the seatbelt at the chest, as he was still fixated on you.

You were smiling.

Rafe made a face, to which he followed up with "there she is," and the mellowness of his tone was enough to make you melt.

"There's my pretty girl."

Size Difference

Spider is tiny next to Rotxo and it terrifies him 

He’s short for a na’vi, around 8’8 as opposed to pushing 9’3 to 9’6 but he’s bulky. Metkayina are slim and nimble but his muscle adds a sturdiness to him uncommon for his people 

Still, he’s a almost two and a half foot taller than his boyfriend 

At first it was nothing. He’s 15 and his hand reaches half way around Spiders thigh when they wrestle, his other hand easily encapsulating his calf. Spider is hard to catch but if Rotxo can, he can easily out strengthen him 

It’s fun. It’s as close to carefree as they can be in a war

Sure, Rotxo sees the bruises and scuffs more on Spider than the others but the blonde wears them with pride. His siblings scoff at him and add poultice - rubs he learns the herbs for and will gather himself - but he thinks nothing of it 

The sky people haunted his dreams growing up. The other boys dared them to come down and face them, but Rotxo fought tears every night when laid down after those stories. His mothers would wrap him in their arms and whisper they’ll never come. But they did.

Spider is different. He’s not theirs, he’s Ewyas child through and through. But while they’re young, he’s invincible 

He wears scars of torture na’vi children wouldn’t face even in nightmares but he laughs and fights and plays just like the other Sully kids 

He doesn’t realize for years that they were just grasping at what was left 

They’re 18 when he realizes the strength he holds over the other

They’ve been courting a few months, slower than most due to the differences between them, and Rotxo finally manages to pin him down in their training 

Spider never lets himself get brought down. But Rotxo knows him too well - he knows what to expect and finally, finally he manages to get the upper hand 

He pins Spider down with one hand to his chest. Then, he twists until he straddles his thighs. A teasing grin adorns his features and be dramatically goes to deliver a killing blow

He wraps a hand around Spiders throat with all the playful theatrics that normally make up their relationship - but he stills when he realizes his fingers easily reach one another behind his head

His entire neck fits easily in Rotxos palm, his chest is covered by the other hand and he knows it would take just a little pressure to end him 

The sky people aren’t so invincible anymore

Spider seems to realize the vulnerability just before Rotxo, but he doesn’t run

Any other time he would growl, bite and kick and thrash until he gets himself out. But he just lays there

His cheeks are flushed a bright red and his lips slightly parted, but his body doesn’t tense

He trusts him and that’s more pressure than anyone could ever put on Rotxo 

Officially mating is…a process to say the least. But it only reaffirms that Rotxo has to be strong enough to protect his family 

Spider trusts him. He gave himself to Rotxo and took him in return. He knows Spider would die for him - he has to make sure he won’t 

He’s protective, sure, though still not quite as bad as the humans siblings. Still, he spends all his time trying to bulk up and be stronger 

Being a warrior was just a job once, now he finally feels the purpose in it 

He has a family to protect and he’ll be damned if he fails him

Home

Home

Spider was never meant to find Home 

He knows that. No matter what Kiri whispers to him, what Lo’ak insists when the young warriors of the Omatikaya attempt to chase him off, or what Neteyam mumbles when Neytiri whips around with venom on her lips - he knows it, because if it were wrong, it would mean that everything that’s happened was for no reason. He can’t go that route, and so Home is just a concept he’ll never know 

His siblings tempt to sway him many times over the years - they feel so much like Home it hurts, but he’s not so selfish to risk it for them when he knows he already took it from their mother 

He’s seen his father in the photos the scientists don’t know he has, video logs that show a man that’s only been a horror story his whole life 

But what scares him is he sees himself 

He sees his eyes, the scowl when he’s angry, the cinch in his brow. He scowls at the image and sees his own face stare back. 

So yeah. He doesn’t have a home. He has siblings though, and that’s more than he deserves. So Spider is okay. Really, he is.

But then his Dad shows up 

—- 

Quaritch is everything he thought he’d be and…not. 

He’s angry. The man is full of hate and a need for revenge. He destroys the ground beneath his feet and spits on the life that’s surround them. He doesn’t know Ewya but he hates her none the less. 

But he’s protective. Possessive of what’s his (and yet another damn thing he got from his father) and it seems Spider is included in that

He hates it but a part of him feels protected - it’s safe in the that’s holding a poison blade is. He’s one slip up from hell 

But hell was bridgehead. It was the feeling of his deepest parts being pried out and displayed like the pages of a storybook 

No one cared as they saw some of his best and his darkest days. 

No one cared when the whips came out. When he bled so much he worried it was fatal 

No one cared when he starved, when the distant sound of wildlife made his stomach twist with need. 

Except Quaritch. 

Quaritch snuck him food, bandaged his back, and pulled him down. 

His hands may have delivered some of the blows or his lips produced the words to trigger nightmares but he cared. 

Love is complicated, but he knows his Dad loved him

He thinks he may have too 

Quaritch saw him. 

He didn’t know. He thought he did but he didn’t but he wanted to he knows he did - 

Then Neteyam almost dies. No one came for him. They left him, gave him up, except his brothers didn’t 

Neteyam and Lo’ak fought for him. 

They risked their lives when they had the chance to get away

Spider pieces his home together after that

Home finds him in the nights after when he rests with Kiri on his shoulder and Lo’ak’s hand loose in his grip. Tuk is curled into her mothers chest and Jake stands a silent guard at the door. Neteyam is flat on the bed of one of Ronal’s medical tents. His brother has been asleep for a few hours now with Norms assistance, but his family is too afraid to leave his side

He’s been awake the whole time. He hurts in ways he didn’t know he could until his capture but the warmth of his closest friends is too precious to loose right now. Still, he can’t sleep. Adrenaline is running under his skin and anxiety is inching up his throat. Jake is outside, safe and strong, but his tracker could lead the rest of the sky people here again, never mind Norms tempering, or his memories could have a clue, they had to be recorded, or - 

Jake lays a large hand on his shoulder. 

He jumps and a scared gasp escapes his throat before he processes the subtle differences. The thinner fingers, callouses Quaritch hasn’t had time to form yet, the gentleness. 

“You need to sleep, Kiddo.”

Spider shudders and bows his head. “I will, just…can’t. I’ll go lay down in a few hours. When they’re okay.”

He can practically hear Jake roll his eyes. “I’m here. You’re safe, they’re safe. You need to sleep, Son.” 

They both freeze, blood cold and eyes wide, as the silence envelops them.

Then, of course, Lo’ak snores and the moments gone. Jake laughs softly and suddenly exhaustion is pulling at his eyelids. A cushion slides behind him and a hand gently lowers him down. 

“Sleep.” 

The pieces come faster after that.

He cries with Kiri for hours. Laments his father, spills everything he felt. She’s the first one he tells the truth too. She knows more than he thinks anyone else ever will 

He tells her Quaritch is alive. He tells her its all his fault.

She cries, yells, and then they just lay there. She tells him how scared she was of her mother. How lost she felt without him there. 

He looks at her as she cries and another puzzle piece slides into place

Lo’ak and Neteyam came together when they came back for him, but it doesn’t feel settled until later. 

They’re on their ilu with Spider behind Lo’ak as they race out to meet Payakan. He’s giant and beautiful and damn terrifying, but Lo’ak describes him as his soul brother. An extension of himself and a badass of a friend. They tell him how Payakan saved them. How he helped get Spider home

He’s scared and excited and now sure what to make of the beast, but then Lo’ak is leaving him on the ilu and falling into the water 

He rises on a fin the size of a small marui with a loud whoop that can’t help but make Spider laugh in astonished awe 

“Paya, meet my other brother, Spider.” Then a wave of water is splashing over him as Lo’ak laughs in a way he hasn’t heard since the forest 

His breath leaves his lungs as he laughs and laughs, happy for more reasons than one. Neteyam meets his gaze from across the surf and smiles then one quick nod. He holds his gaze and feels the warmth spread in his chest. 

“Team up?”

“Team up.”

Tuk has been his little sister since he held her in his arms for the first time. Neteyam snuck him over when they were barely into puberty and put a baby the size of his torso into his arms 

He remembers her being the most terrifying thing in the world. He was so sure she would be terrified of him, that he would make her cry as soon as she was in his arms and the other kids would realize he’s a monster 

But Tuk has always been Tuk and she just grinned and pulled his hair. Her Tswin fluttered with her affections and he knew he would do anything for her 

He had never seen her angry, truly angry, until she stumbled into him cleaning the cuts along his hips and back. The cloths on the floor are bloody and his skin is angry and mottled but he had been decent at hiding the level of it until now. Behind her, Neytiri stops in her tracks as she takes in his scars 

Tuk’s eyes fill with tears and then he has a bundle of 5’7” child in his arms 

Her eyes flash and she looks like her mother when she growls out; “What happened? They hurt you?” 

He stutters, not knowing what to say when Neytiri kneels down in front of him. She takes the ointment and the bandages in front of him, moves his arm from his side, and begins to apply. Her hands are shaking and he realizes he’s never seen her frazzled 

“You’re a child.” 

He looks up, Tuk now angrily crying in his arms while she cleans and gently bandages the wounds. “I..I know…look, I’m sorry Tuk saw, I-I didn’t think anyone was coming back for a while..” 

“You’re a child. Children are precious. I-I didn’t realize they…that…” She scowls down at the drying blood and puts the wrap down. She pulls him forward so he rests against her with Tuk snug between them. “I’m sorry, Spider. This will not happen again.” 

His face is red and words don’t seem to work but he manages a scared nod. “O-Okay?” 

She nods, decisive, and resumes her work. Then, lifts a dirty dread with a disgruntled finger. “These next. My children will not be seen looking uncared for.” 

And that’s that. He has a family, a home, and it’s all he ever wanted. 

He doesn’t think it could get better. 

Part two coming cause holy shit it's 2000 words

Felix gets badly injured in a fight. Near death type of injured. He’s alone and no one can find him , until finally Oswald finds him and is torn apart. In a daze , he takes Felix back to the house to get him fixed up , but refuses to be separated from him. The Cupbros had to forcefully take him away from the room so Red can take care of him. Oswald has a breakdown, confessing how he can’t lose him , that he means too much to him. Everybody chooses to leave him alone, well except for the BBros, who are equally as bad as him right now. They all stick together and try to stay positive, grasping tightly onto the little thread of hope , knowing that Felix is still alive.

After a few days , Felix wakes up. His sons tackle him , crying happily now that he is awake and getting better. It’s not until they leave the room that Oswald tackles Felix , holding him so tightly as if he would disappear if Oswald lets go. Oswald is silent , just crying into his shoulder. Felix says nothing and lets it happen. And it’s like that for the following hour until Oswald says” Don’t ever do that again… You mean too much to me for you to just leave like that.. without me being able to tell you how much you really mean to me… Please don’t leave..” In which Felix responds with “ It will take a lot more than that to get rid of me.. I won’t leave , I promise..” and they stay in that comfortable silence , holding and comforting each other.

And in that moment , is when Oswald truly realizes how much he loves Felix.

My intro post! :D

Welcome!~

Welcome to my blog! My name is Aaron, I'm 18, and I write for fun. I love to read, my favorite so far is diffidently lights out by Vanessa Allen. But back to what you're probably here for, I mostly do my hero academia, Attack on Titan, and occasionally TWD videogame. all one-shots of course! so, you can expect all that. all of these will be x fem!reader. Not all will but be NSFW, but most are NFSW so MDNI please!

I will write certain kinks such as:

NSFW Praise Degradation Breeding Choking Hair pulling Light impact play Roleplay Threesome slight dub-con And much more!

However, I will not write:

Feet Scat Vomit Incest Piss play

With this being said, please feel free to let me hear it! give me suggestions of what y'all would like to read! If any of this makes you uncomfortable then please don't click on the stories with these tags! If you don't mind them, then go right ahead and enjoy~

Thank you so much for checking out my blog and enjoy your stay, little dove~

— about my blog. ♡

who I currently write for:

My original characters:

released-

Sabrina Henderson - Steve Harrington | Our song

Brittany Loomis - Scream men | My final girl

unreleased-

Melody Heks - Stiles Stilinski | The witch who cried wolf

Elizabeth Hayes - Wally Clark | Smells like teen spirit

Laura Hopper - Dustin Henderson | Battlefield

who I’m willing to write for-

(These will be female/afab!reader)

Teen wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Scott McCall

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Jonathan Byers

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Eddie Munson

The Maze Runner

Thomas

Gally

Scream

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Wes Hicks

Chad Meeks-Martin

Ethan Landry

Cobra Kai

Eli 'Hawk' Moskowitz

Robby Keene

School Spirits

Wally Clark

Xavier Baxter

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

young Haymitch Abernathy

young Coriolanus Snow

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Ron Weasley

Other

Zed Necrodopolis | Zombies

Stuart Twombly | The Internship

Joel Dawson | Love and Monsters

Walter 'Keys' McKey | Free Guy

Ryan Baker | Thanksgiving

Edward Cullen | Twilight

young Nick Goode | Fear Street part 2

Simon Kalivoda | Fear Street part 1

Chris Halliwell | Charmed

(Feel free to request others and I will say if I can write them.)

— what to expect

smut, fluff, angst

I wrote a tragic fic then I regretted it and made it happy. I don't have the heart to do my favorite bois like that

OVER THE GARDEN FALLS MWAHAHAH Have some doodles I made- In which Dipper and Mable going into the Unknown instead of Wirt and Greg.

It’s the Summerween Episode and basically Dipper manages to go to Wendy’s party and it spirals from there. Lol. Really spirals.

As the wind blows, remember that I'll come home to you.

started listening to "No Choice" by Fly By Midnight and this happened :')

March x Gender Neutral Adventurer/Farmer

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You had to leave.

You didn't want to, of course you didn't, but you had to.

You were an adventurer first before you became a farmer, before you decided it was time to leave the thrill of adventure. To let your body rest, to abandon the horrors that you've seen in your years on the road and settle into this little town.

The life you had built here was nice, far nicer than you ever expected it would. You made friends, you found community. You were settling down.

But you, of all people, knew it wasn't going to last.

The missive arrived days after the last snowfall of spring. You thought it was another mail from Adeline or another letter from Errol asking to meet you and Eiland at the museum. Or maybe it was from March - you hoped it was - telling you that your ass better be at the inn that night.

A chill ran down your spine when you opened the mailbox. A single envelope sat inside, snug, the golden filigree emblazoned over the plush red on the quality paper glinted once the sunlight You didn't have to see the seal, didn't have to see the signature. Didn't have to see to know the colors of your guild.

But you were retired, right? You made sure of that. Made sure that you were off the ledgers, made sure that you would no longer be contacted.

And yet here it was, the ghosts of your past sitting prettily in the mailbox on the land that you so carefully tended.

There was a punch in your gut, a deep clutch at the pit of your stomach. You didn't want to open the envelope. Felt you already know what it said. But you did. You had to.

And felt your heart ice over.

Aldaria was at war. Every soldier, every adventurer within the central kingdom's guilds, every able combatant, retired or otherwise, are required to go to the frontlines.

No one is exempted.

Those who are to run will be deemed as traitors to the Crown and will be put to death.

Fuck.

-0-

The grief of it hit you quickly.

So much that you sat at the stone bench, one that you placed by Caldarus. You didn't think you could talk, didn't think you could form any of the words. Caldarus didn't pry. You thought he could sense what it was, anyway.

You didn't know how much time passed by. Didn't care. Not even hunger, not even the rain.

You had to leave. Immediately.

Adeline and Eiland were horrified. Elsie was rendered speechless. All of you were in tears.

You packed up quickly. It wasn't as if you had a lot of belongings, anyway, even though you've already spent several months here in Mistria. It had to be quick, it had to be soon, as your heart couldn't take it anymore.

The goodbyes were the most difficult of it. More tears, more fear. Hugs, promises to come back.

But you couldn't quite look at everyone in the eye. One person, at the back of the inn, just staring. Dark, dark eyes devoid of emotion. You noticed that his drink remained untouched, his food already cold. You didn't want to say goodbye, not to him. But you needed to.

You took him aside late into the night. His body was rigid, his eyes ice cold.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, tried for a weak smile. "I guess you're right. I didn't even reach winter."

"Don't." His voice was hard, shaky. "Don't fucking blame yourself for this."

"March, I-"

He grabbed your shoulders, hard, looked directly into your eyes. "Don't die,' he murmured. "And come back when this is all done. Are we clear?"

The silence descended upon both of you as you stared at each other. Sighed. Weakly smiled.

"Clear."

And you knew, neither of you wanted to think of that promise being broken.

-0-

The day you left was a particularly rainy day.

Mistria was quiet, as if the joyous energy that usually engulfed the town was washed clean.

People tried to resume their routines, their normal, but watching you leave on horseback, alone while getting soaked, was one of the most difficult sights most of them had in recent years. And yet life has to move on. Days, weeks, months had to pass.

March was not handling it well.

He managed to easily slide back into routine. Being a tradesman, the work was never-ending, especially since he decided to expand their enterprise by accepting orders from the other surrounding towns.

It made sense to expand, especially since Mistria already rose up the ranks quickly in the months the farmer was here. Wartime was an opportunity for more profits. Times were changing and he had to catch up.

(And it wasn't because he just wanted the work to keep his mind off of you.)

Every hit of the hammer to the anvil was a second that he wasn't thinking about you.

Every nail, every screw, every project was something to keep your smile, the crinkle of delight in your eye when you give him another gift, the way the sunlight streaked your hair, out of his mind.

He didn't want to smell your scent the moment he picks up the blanket you made him. He didn't want to think about you when he eats something that you liked. He didn't want to remember the feeling of you, all the curves and angles of your body, the callouses of your hands, the scars that littered your body. He didn't want to see even the barest of glimpses of you in his dreams.

And yet he couldn't escape it. Couldn't escape the way his heart weighed him down. Couldn't escape the dull thrum of longing at the back of his head.

So he worked.

And worked.

And worked no matter how much Olric told him to take a break. No matter how much his body screamed at him to stop. Not even when Valen put her foot down and demanded he rest.

Because his hand shook when he struck that hammer. His breath hitched when he stepped away from the anvil. Because his eyes teared up when his back hit against the wall when the entirety of you consumed him, assaulted his senses, his memory.

"Fuck!"

He threw his hammer down as he crumpled to the ground, shoving his head into his lap as he breathed in the way you showed him how.

When were you coming back? He just wanted you back.

-0-

They were keeping up with the current events, of course.

It was slow all around, as messengers didn't always come or the roads were blocked off. But Balor, through his contacts, made sure that Mistria got the news as soon as possible.

The North Everett Garrison fell to the enemy a week ago and proved a heavy blow to the kingdom. Massive body counts on both sides. No news yet on those who fell.

They hoped, prayed, that you weren't there. That you weren't one of the ones who died. That you were still alive and well.

It's been over a year since you left and they still hoped.

It was three weeks after the news that another messenger arrived.

March snarled when the knock on the door came. The shop was closed, goddammit. Why can't people just leave him the fuck alone? He shoved open the door, stopped when Adeline and Eiland stood outside.

Dread pooled at the base of his stomach, his body crumbling into a cold sweat. In Adeline's hand was a familiar helmet. The perfect, silver helmet that he made for you over a year ago.

-0-

They said they couldn't find you.

When the garrison fell, it was immediately reclaimed by the arriving forces. For days, the soldiers and holy people recovered and identified the dead.

But there was nothing else that they could find of you. They only found the helmet, damaged and bloody, with March's trademark on it. By the time the forces managed to collect as much as they could, you were listed as one of the missing, potentially (probably) dead.

It was enough to send him into a spiral.

March hasn't left his room in days. The meals Olric left by his door barely touched. For days he held the helmet, his hands raw from keeping it close and tight to his chest.

His usual proud eyes were dull, the shine of it diminishing slowly ever since you left. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. This was supposed to be your start at a new life, a new beginning. He saw the grief in your eyes when you first moved in. He saw the twitchiness. He saw the strain. And he saw the way you let the shadows of your past eventually fall.

Only to be thrown back again against your will.

He couldn't feel anything. Just that steady throbbing, the heavy pulling of his heart down, down, to the depths of his despair. Couldn't feel the sunlight that streamed through his window. Couldn't feel the cold of the stone floor. Could barely feel the weight of the helmet on his lap.

Time didn't exist anymore. Every single breath he took was like inhaling shattered glass. The world seemed to have lost all color.

"March?"

"Go away, Olric."

"It's not Olric."

He whipped his head back, confusion marring itself on his face. With effort, he hauled himself off of the ground.

Opened the door.

It's been a while since you've seen him.

He's a bit thinner, a little gaunt, which worried you. A shadow of a beard rested on his face as he stood there, wide eyed, as he held your helmet in his hands.

He was just as handsome as you remembered him to be. You smiled.

"Hey, March."

He had you in his arms not one second later. You felt the shudder run through his body as his strong hands pulled you tight into his embrace. This was something that you dreamed off, the one thing that pushed you through, pushed you to survive. The thought of coming back to him was the light in your darkest days.

"March-"

"Quiet."

He took his time with you. Embracing you. Taking in your scent, memorizing your body once again. You had new scars, new injuries. But he doesn't care.

You were here and that's what mattered.

"March," you murmured as you buried you face into his shoulder, your bandaged hands digging into him like a vice. "I'm home."

He breathed in, sobbed out a sigh. Smiled.

"Welcome home, farmer."

-0-

hello, if you like my stuff i have more on my masterlist! :DD

also feel free to send some requests. I'm currently in a March headspace rn but I'm willing to try other characters too o: (might take a while to get to them tho since I'm gonna be in a convention crunch time qwq)

Chapter 19 of A Work In Progress is out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59740147/chapters/158326210#workskin

Chapter Summary: It’s the day of Vector and Vanilla’s wedding, and Sonic, Shadow, and friends attend. There will be dancing, some strolling, and maybe some light angst?

This is my first time writing angst and man idk how yall do this all the time 😭 and even then I just followed it up with fluff lol.

Anyway, enjoy!