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Wild x Reader part 2

WOAH, I'm so surprised how much engagement my posts are getting just a couple of hours after posting! Thanks so much for the love, it makes me feel so warm inside. This is a continuation of the prev story!

More Twilight time here yayyy. It's a bit short but I'll upload more tomorrow.

“So, are you doing a little better today?” Wild asked, once again preparing today’s breakfast.

I slowly nodded, trying to wipe the sleep out of my eyes, feeling my vision blur. I’d only just woken up.

“Sort of,” I yawn, stretching my arms above my head. I’d felt a little bit better, after just taking time to think. I suppose things had finally settled, and I could feel my head clear, finally. He stirred in a bunch of berries, and milk, letting the sweet aroma fill the air. I couldn’t wait, and finally got up, leaning over as he cooked.

“Do you think you’d ever open your own restaurant? I’d totally come by everyday.” I say, whiffing the air. Wild laughs, hands on his hips.

“Maybe, who knows? Would much prefer that then to have to be the hero.” I roll my eyes.

“Ahh yes…the burden of being a hero.” He raises a brow, but I laugh.

“I’m joking, I know it’s tough.”

“Yea! I don’t think you’d like to be pounded again by that giant lizalfos.” Just the image made me shudder again, thinking back how close it had been to snapping my arm. And then Time yelling at me for nearly ten minutes. I did not ever want to witness that again. After zoning out Wild clicks his finger, waving his hand in front of me.

“Sorry didn’t mean to traumatise you…Is Time still mad at you?” he said in a low voice, quickly glancing around. Everyone else is mostly asleep- save for Warriors who is always one of the first to awaken. He’s always quiet in the morning, mostly acknowledging us with a small wave that we return. I didn’t want to quite see Time yet- we still weren’t exactly on talking terms yet. Unless we really needed too. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Wild says, going back to staring at the pot.

“I’ve never been so terrified of him before, like I know he can get mad but boy I wouldn’t want to get hurt just for the sake of avoiding his-“ As I keep talking Wild doesn’t react, instead of widening his eyes. I immediately bite down my lip, looking over my shoulder, and see Time stand behind us, his arms crossed against his chest, clearly unamused. Had I been that loud?

“Aha Morning old man! Just in time for breakfast!” Wild says, and I quickly side step, the internal panic once again setting in. I decide to step away from the camp, looking out towards the forest path and slip away. I still can’t face him…mostly because I was way too embarrassed.

 Once I’m well away enough towards the lake, I slip down a tree trunk, staring at the clear blue waters. It’s always calming here, and place my head against my knees. How on earth was I meant to continue this up while he was still mad? I could barely talk anymore. For the past few weeks I’d been caught up in this spiral of anxiety, nearly impossible to get out of. I didn’t even know how to explain to anyone here- well mostly because it was a me, and back home problem…

Tired, I let out a deep sigh, hitting the back of my head against the bark, not realising that it actually hurt.

“Ouch!” I hold my head, shaking it in dismay. “What on earth am I doing? I have no idea what I’m doing anymore.” I mumble to myself. A branch snaps, and I pause, glancing around, seeing Twilight near towards me, a sheepish smile growing. He rubs the back of his head, apologising. But my heart almost skips a beat. Nope nope nope. Why was he here?

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just taking a walk. Everything okay?”

ugh, I hate how polite he is.

Like no sir, you don’t understand how much I love seeing you that I can’t even FACE you. Once again I internally panic, rendering me speechless.

“y/n”

“Sorry! I’m okay!” I mix up my words, unsure how to conversate anymore. He steps closer, but I don’t look. Keeping my attention on the lake. Water. Blues. Many blues, but he walks in front of me, now his eyes hold my gaze. So very blue.

Twilight laughs, and I hate it because he’s so damn charming and near perfect, but I refuse to meet his gaze. Why should I when I know there isn’t the slightest chance of anything happening between us? He’s a hero. He’s amazing.

Me? I’m a panicked human that somehow ended up here.

“I- not too pry but I saw you’ve been a bit quiet lately. The old man is like that with everyone, I mean I’ve lost count how many times he’s lost it with me.” He says, again with that damn near charming smile.

I only nod, trying to talk.

“Is it okay if I sit with you?”

“Nobody is stopping you.” I laugh, then feel an ugly colour redden my face. What was that?

“I mean of course you can, sorry. I’m just a bit…anxious lately.” I say, growing tired of myself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I pause, not wanting to dump all my problems on someone else. I’ve done this too many times, ruminating on the past, and myself until it stifles me. So I shake my head.

“Maybe something else? I just need to take my mind off of my…mind?” Twilight laughs, sitting down.

“I get that…how about castle town? You’ve never been right?” I’d only heard stories from them- I mean it was the same place in each of their worlds, yet they all had their own differences. Still, I was looking forward to it.

“Nope! What’s your favourite part? I’d love to hear about it.” Twilight takes a moment, placing a hand against his cheek, contemplating. The light reflecting on his face is just so perfect.

“Hmm, well there always used to be lots of animals where I was…I mean like cats and dogs. They’d always end up following me everywhere. I sort of miss that.” I don’t know why it even surprises me that the animals are drawn to him. Yes, because he’s a wolf but also just that magnetic.

“That’s sweet, I don’t think animals are really uhh…big fans of me. Cats tend to run away even though I love them.” Link laughs.

“I’m sure you just need to find the right one. Anyway, there’s also tons of cool shops. You know places to get new gear or meet cool people. I still remember there was a girl that used to sell bugs.” I blink a few times.

“What? Sell bugs?”

“Yep, I made some good money!”

“well, that’s resourceful…”

“I know, it sounds weird, but everyone was charming in their own way. I guess we all have our differences in our world. No idea what the old man’s place is like. But he’s been quietly giddy about seeing Malon, so I don’t think you need to worry too long about his mood.” I can’t lie, but it sounds adorable that he’s got someone waiting for him back home, that he’s happy about it. Also, I hope he won’t stay mad at me for too long. I pick on a blade of grass, feeling a cool spring breeze. I don’t want these moments to go, but that uncertainty keeps growing.

“I’m looking forward to meeting her…and also time not being so annoyed at me again.” I say. Finally he gets up turning towards me.

“Let’s head back? I’m sure their waiting for us.” I already feel the dread, hitting my head back again for the second time. I really do never learn.

“Yikes! Are you okay?” he tries not too laugh, but I sigh, shuffling to get off the floor until he reaches his hand down. I hesitantly take it, and we turn back, continuing to walk until Wild steps in.

“So this is where you two have been? We’re waiting for you guys.” He says pointedly, but I already see the slight smile in his expression, looking at me but quickly shrug it off.

“Alright sorry. We’re coming okay?”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Motorcycling RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Marc Marquez/Valentino Rossi, Sete Gibernau/Valentino Rossi Characters: Valentino Rossi, Marc Marquez, Sete Gibernau, Marco Bezzecchi, Francesco Bagnaia, Celestino Vietti, Alex Marquez (Motorcycling RPF), Luca Marini Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, vale is an omega in this one, geriatric pregnancy vale, sete gets the jock treatment, this will have implied mpreg but I really won't be going very far into it., hotheaded alpha marc, confused and kinda stupid alpha marc, Divorce Summary:

For the first few years it had been easy enough to pop suppressants every morning, adjust his diet a little bit, and wear the right clothes. It made him neutral, in a way. It was easy to ignore the fact that he was the only Omega on the track. None of the others seemed to particularly care, and if they did, certainly no one was going to utter a word to the reigning World Champion. Valentino didn't act like an Omega—a thing he made a point to avoid in its entirety. He had never felt attached to the identity, anyway. It was a base emotion, an animal desire. He could, like any other obstacle, overcome it with flying colors, and from age seventeen to twenty-four, he did. 

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SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE SEA COMES OUT TOMORROW!!!!!!

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The Untamed + @unhelpfultarot (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)

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some sky pictures that I took on my phone <3

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let it rest in peace 2/4

There was nothing left of the old house now, save a foundation gone to seed. The gravel crunched under his boots as James got out of the truck, stood in the driveway and looked at the empty space that contained his past.

“This it?” Keith asked, hands on his hips, looking out and away, down the slope of a weed-filled yard bordered by fields grown tall and wild. The sycamore stood tall though the tire swing was long gone; and the ghosts of children screaming and laughing and running through the yard remained only in memory.

“Yeah,” James said, and slammed the driver’s side door. “This is it.”

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They dug out the fire pit he’d made when he was fourteen, camped in the yard. It felt like he was a child again, like he’d just glance over his shoulder and see the lights on, his mother checking on him out the kitchen window before pulling the blinds. Keith stoked the fire, passed him the bottle and didn’t speak. James appreciated it, he’d wanted to come alone but Keith had taken one look at him and said, “shut the fuck up and just drive, Griffin.”

He hadn’t intended to fall asleep but it was hard not to in the familiar setting, the comforting press of Keith’s body next to his, the crackle of the fire and a sky full of stars.

The fire had burned to embers, when he came.

James was waiting, sitting on the steps that lead to a door that no longer existed, far enough away from the campsite. Keith slept there still, didn’t stir when James had risen from his sleeping bag and crossed the field back toward his truck, and the remains of the house.

He held a loaded gun in his hands, dangling between his legs as he waited. In the distance he could hear the soft bay of dogs, and he knew by the way the hair on the back of his neck rose that he was no longer alone.

Shapes in the night, his mother had said, her back to him as she made dinner, still wearing her work clothes.

Just a nightmare, his older brother snorted.

James Griffin stood slowly, and turned to see the tall, antlered shadow behind him resolve into something else, something human-shaped and achingly familiar in a way that made his throat tighten and tears prick at his eyes. He’d never seen that face before, and yet he knew it, and he held his gun against his leg as the hound joined the figure, fur blacker than the deepest night.

“I have not yet blown the horn,” the figure said, as the dog heeled to its master. “You’re early.”

#

“God,” James said, as the truck bumped along the dirty driveway. “It feels so fucking good to be out of the fucking hospital and smell fresh air. I was ready to start shanking nurses, Keith, KEITH, watch the—” the suspension on his truck complained as Keith hit the potholes at speed, and James smacked his palm against the ceiling in the cab. “Stop fucking up my truck!”

“Your truck is fine,” Keith said, as they hit another divot.

Their house—THEIR house, James still couldn’t believe the words—was set a fair bit off a two-lane coastal highway. The compromise to being so far off the grid was they were practically in the backyard of a major Blade headquarters hub, which he absolutely was not a fan of but the Blade was as much a part of Keith’s life as James was, and he had already come to terms with that.

And, lord, it was good to see home.

Shiro’s Jeep—once Keith’s but it had long ago officially changed hands—was already parked in the driveway. James groaned and Keith actually gave him an eyebrow raise, and James scrubbed his hands through his hair and sighed, then shook his head and grinned ruefully. “I was just, looking forward to it being, you know, just us,” he said, and Keith’s expression softened, he caught James’s hand and held it for a moment, and they looked at each other across the cab.

“We can still totally fuck,” Keith said, and James groaned, shoved his hand back and punched Keith in the shoulder. “Who cares if they hear us, they’ve heard us fuck before--”

“You’re incorrigible,” James said, and Keith grinned. He opened the door, hesitated, looked back at Keith and said, “we’ll see.”

#

It was good to be home, and surrounded by friends. They sat out on the porch after dinner, James and Keith sitting in chairs with their feet interlocked, beers all around. Lance sat perched on the railing, head turned partially—they couldn’t see the ocean from the house, there was a dense swatch of forest before the drop-off to the water, but the tang of salt was always in the air.

“Clean bill of health,” Keith thumped James in the chest, and he grunted, and then shoved Keith’s shoulder again as Keith sat back in his chair, satisfied with himself.

“I’m glad,” Shiro said. “The Blade cleared you?”

“If I had any more tests run on me I’d be a requirement on a college application,” James said, and rubbed his chest where Keith thumped him. He hesitated, hand flat on his chest. “They didn’t find anything,” he said. “I’m—,” still human, “fine.”

Shiro smiled and the pain behind it lessened. “I never wanted to burden you with anything, James. I know you don’t want this.”

“Shiro, you saved my fucking life.” James picked up his beer and raised it in Shiro’s direction. “It is what it is, and I’d much rather be here than the alternative.”

Weeks and weeks of tests, being poked and prodded and put through his paces, blood drawn and labs done, and James was glad it was all finally behind him. He’d tested normal in every regard, but… he knew himself better than the tests would show, and something still felt off.

“Call us if you need anything,” Shiro said, squeezing James’s shoulder when they left. “Anything at all.”

“I’ve got it handled,” Keith said, amused, as Shiro hugged him. “Take it easy, Shiro.”

It was quiet after Lance and Shiro left, although Lance had thoughtfully left them a sink full of dishes to clean. Keith growled to himself about it but James embraced the domesticity of it, and made Keith dry so nothing got broken. They stood side by side, watching the sky darken through the window in the kitchen as they cleaned up together.

James claimed the shower first, barely had the water going before Keith slipped in behind him. He put his chin on James’s shoulder and they tilted their heads together, Keith’s hands sliding over his hips and down his front. Before they could slip lower, though, James shifted and turned in his arms, kissing Keith under the water and, god, he hadn’t properly kissed Keith in so, so long.

He gasped against Keith’s mouth and Keith let out a small noise, his voice hitching. “Don’t ever put me through that again,” Keith said brokenly, hands cradling James’s face, and they tilted their heads together under the spray and just kept drinking each other in until the hot water went tepid.

Damp and tousled in the bed, James’s back arching above the mattress, Keith’s hand on his hip, the other braced beside James’s head as he moved, slow and deep. James panted, mouth open, head tilted back and exposing the clean lines of his throat, unmarred, unscarred—Keith’s teeth left delicate impressions with every bruise he sucked into that clean stretch of skin.

James came, once-twice and was wrung out, on two knees and one elbow, his other hand squeezing his too-sensitive cock as Keith spread his cheeks, buried his tongue in James’s aching, stretched hole. James swallowed, gone beyond words at this point, just little vocalizations and as he stroked his own cock, noticed the heaviness that gathered at its root, managed to dredge another climax from somewhere deep inside before passing out, pancake-flat on their bed.

#

“You have always resisted,” the figure said, disappointed, stepping closer. “They all came to me eventually, but not you. Why is that, I wonder?”

“I didn’t know what you were.” James’s voice was steady now.

“Do you now, boy?” The hound at the figure’s heel snuffled, almost amused by the conversation.

He raised his gun, kept the bead on the dark figure with the familiar face. “Gwyn ap Nudd,” he said, and the figure nearly roared with laughter, hands on hips and seeming to loom in the dark.

“If you know that,” the figure said, losing form at the edges, blurring, “then you know that mortal weapons won’t protect you when I call.”

“Maybe they won’t protect me,” James said, “but I know they at least fucking hurt.”

The gunshot woke Keith from a sound slumber, and he crossed the yard in a twinkling, huge and black like an omen. He was at James’s side before the last echoes of the deafening gunshot had cleared.

“What the fuck,” Keith was sleep-tousled and rough, standing barefoot on the broken concrete foundation. James had let his arm drop, gun still held loosely, and he turned his face to the sky, eyes closed. “What happened, James? What was that?” He crouched, one hand on the foundation, a frown on his face as he tried to figure it out from touch.

All at once, the faint baying of hounds in the distance swelled and Keith was a wolf again, standing between James and a threat he could sense but not see. The cacophony crested like an ocean wave and was gone on the night’s wind, leaving silence in its wake… before the regular background noise of a late summer night resumed.

Keith didn’t shift from his form, standing still in protection, and James said, softly, “the cwn annwn are gone, now.”

Regardless, neither slept the remainder of the night.

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