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(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, general audiences, fluff, 841 words.)


“You’ll stay in the makeshift infirmary tomorrow?” Nico asked in a low voice.

“Actually I’ll be healing in the middle of the battle. Like the Olympian War all over again,” Will replied in the same volume. It was just Nico and him in the tent, but he didn’t want to risk waking up his friends, who were sleeping in tents beside theirs.

“That’s dangerous.” Nico noted with not a small amount of distress in his voice. His fingers grabbed Will’s shirt, which he’d just been tracing until then.

Will half-shrugged.

“I’ll heal, and you’ll fight.” He sighed, resigned. Then, he caressed Nico’s hair, a gesture that would be natural if it wasn’t for how much care he put into it, as if Nico was the most important thing he’d ever touched.

“I’d say my chances are pretty good. I mean,” Nico said, “I’ve survived every battle I’ve ever fought.” Until now, yes. “That’s gotta count for something, right?”

Will gave him a reprimanding look.

Barely survived.” He murmured, but still his voice broke. This was an old argument; one they had no means of solving or ignoring until the day Nico didn’t have to fight anymore.

Will sighed again.

“But,” he continued, “I know you. And I trust you to be… prudent.” I trust you to come back to me.

Nico studied him for a moment. And then his gaze softened, changing from a cautious, calculating look to the loving eyes of someone who believed in beautiful things.

Will, like always, wasn’t expecting it when Nico leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Quickly, just a peck.

Then another.

The third one was more difficult because Will kept smiling. The duration or frequency of their kisses hardly mattered to him. It was the Nico-ness of it all that always made Will’s heart flutter, content.

“I promise that,” Nico said, “if I have to, I’ll come running straight to you.”

Will held Nico’s gaze for a moment, then nodded. Will wouldn’t have believed him, once. Knowing and accepting that they couldn’t fight all battles was the hardest part of a demigod’s life. But Nico was a different boy from the one who kept falling onto him, too insubstantial to stand up on his own. This Nico valued his own life and wanted to stay, wanted to come home.

Will trusted him.

“I know,” he paused, pretending to ponder about something. “But— are you sure you’ll come running straight to me? Is that even possible?”

It took Nico a few seconds to get it, but when he did, his face opened up in the most incredulous, most beautiful smile Will had ever seen (something he thought about most of Nico’s smiles, but that didn’t diminish the truth in each of those occasions).

Will unconsciously smiled back. Nico punched him lightly in the arm.

“Shut up.” He said, still grinning.

“C’mon, that was a good one!” He put on a pout, pretending to be upset, and Nico laughed, not cruelly.

“Will,” he said when he paused his laughing to breath, “none of your jokes are good.”

It didn’t matter to Will whether they were good or not. As long as the goal of making Nico smile was met, he would keep making them.

He fake-sobbed, which made Nico try not to laugh too loudly, the glimmer in his eyes visible only due to the faint moonlight that entered their tent.

“You— you don’t like my jokes? You’re so mean!” Will whined, and Nico bit his lower lip.

“Shut up,” Nico ordered with a small roll of his eyes. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow will be…” He narrowed his eyes, traces of humor mostly gone. He never finished the sentence.

“Shitty?” Will suggested, and Nico sighed, looking up at the tent ceiling.

“I was gonna go with ‘tiring’, but that works, too.”

“Mhm. Yeah.”

Nico yawned, covering his mouth with one hand while the other found Will’s. He gave it a squeeze before letting it go and turning his back to Will.

“Night, Will.”

“Good night.”

Will stared at Nico’s back for a minute before turning too, wanting to get closer to his boyfriend, but not wanting to push any limits. Wanting something to focus on that wasn’t the war ahead, but not wanting Nico (or himself) to panic at the realization that they most likely wouldn’t be this close to each other for at least a few days.

But then, minutes later, he heard and felt Nico turning and moving closer to him. A hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, and Will pondered what to do for about two seconds before figuring Nico was as desperate as him for some contact, some tenderness.

So he turned and inched closer to the other boy, putting an arm around him and caressing his back. Nico sighed, responding to the touch by resting his head against Will’s chest, his fingers caressing Will’s ribs in irregular movements. Will gently kissed the top of his head.

It was only then that they could fall asleep.

Kobalt - BTS AU

AU:  Circus!Bangtan

Description: Weber & Company was a household name in Berlin.  However, after a cast member is left with a broken bone, you find yourself being scouted to fill the position.  Morocco had many characters, but none as eccentric as the seven stars you’d come to know.

Part: One

Warnings: Swearing.

Originally posted by dream909

Your fingers grazed across the sea of silk red drapes; a man had performed on them that night.  You were still amazed, as the scenes played back.  He flew as if it was what he was meant to do.  Every muscle in his body did exactly what he wanted them to do. Your first tightened around one, slowly tugging on it. You watched, fearful as the fabric fell from its hook.

Caught in a web of silk, swallowing you whole, you panicked.  

“Shit!” A voice exclaimed.

Footsteps pounded out of earshot, and then back in.  Dust kicked up around a pair of boots, the blurry image of a man peeking behind the small holes in the fabric.  He smiled.  "You must be the new kid.“

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This Night Is Wild, So Calm and Dull

Bellamy/Clarke, ~1700 words

Clarke is so sure that Bellamy isn’t the boyfriend type that when he kisses her, and it’s sweet and gentle and soft, she’s more taken aback by the careful way he lets his palm rest against her cheek than by the kiss itself. 

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Among Clarke’s idle thoughts, sometimes as she watches Bellamy walking through camp, or giving orders, or standing watch; and sometimes alone, at night, while she stares up into the red-dark shadows of her tent ceiling, is: Bellamy would not be the type of boyfriend who likes to hold hands. It’s a silly thought. Bellamy is also not the type of person who becomes a boyfriend in the first place. And she’s not the type, either, to form vague romantic fantasies—certainly not about assholes like him.

He’s probably the type who barely acknowledges the relationship. He’s probably the type who’s gruff in public, not demonstrative; who maybe, every now and then, will place a hand to her back just to let someone else know: hey, she’s taken, and that’s all. But then in private he’s harsh kisses and sex standing up, her back against the wall, her legs around his waist. Biting kisses instead of sweet kisses. And not a talker. Not a sweet talker, not much for words at all.

She’s so sure of all of this that when he does kiss her, and it is sweet, and gentle, and soft, she’s more taken aback by the careful way he lets his palm rest against her cheek than by the kiss itself. She doesn’t quite kiss back. But she doesn’t pull away. So for a long moment they just sit there side by side next to the dying fire, their knees touching, their lips touching, statue-still like they’re posing for a tableau.

Then Bellamy pulls away, and just stares at her, blinking slowly.

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Struck (Part Twelve)

EXO Fanfiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing - Female Reader x Kim Jongdae/Chen
A mysterious group move into your apartment building and you find yourself drawn to them, one in particular… but is it safe? Who are they really?

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You looked up as the rain drops pattered down on the glass panes. They streaked down the curve of the glass, pouring towards where you stood on the edge of the dome.

You gasped as you watched the sky which had been dazzling sunshine, begin to cloud over. Swathes of purple clouds began to roll over the glass ceiling, colliding with the bright sunlight to create dappled patterns of light on the floor under your feet. You saw rainbows beginning to appear between the sun and rain.

You stood up, grinning. You reached up, trying to get your face closer to the glass. It all looked beautiful.

‘Wow,’ you breathed and you heard a deep chuckle.

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In a Name: Ch 25

Last one until I write more… so now you all have to wait, sorry!


The people @pabegay1 @kristenscamander @hannah-caitlynn @graysonmalfoy @falltoashes @solsticestorm @bingewatchingmylifegoby @elenoranave @incadinkadoo @melanin—senpai @juuliiaa05 @sigridlaufeyson @ihaveanobsessenproblem @oneweirdfangirl


At first you tried to stay awake, wanting to be there for the prince when he returned, but you finally gave in to the much-desired need to sleep.

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Loki wandered the camp, casting a charm of invisibility on himself. A number of Jotuns were said to be skilled with seidr, but he didn’t know how skilled. It wasn’t as if he was spying or eavesdropping, though it would be hard to explain to anyone who caught him what he was actually doing: even he didn’t know.

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kettish  asked:

How about Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan being peers and flirting? As awkward padawans, earnest knights, or smooth-as-silk masters, perhaps, or anything in between!

Laying next to each other in the dim light hanging from the tent ceiling from a hook, both knights smiled shyly at each other before Obi-Wan slowly reached out, offering his hand to the long haired one he was paired up with now that they had full privacy in their tent.

Shifting a bit, Qui-Gon finally managed to get his own hand out of his covers and reached out too, fingers brushing affectionately until they could lace them together on the hard ground.

“…I was wondering when I’d see you again.” The redhead whispered in the dim light of their lamp, rain drizzling against their tent. “Its been too long Qui-Gon.” He squeezed slowly.

“Life of Jedi.” Qui-Gon murmured in return, rubbing his thumb over the back of the others hand. “Just be grateful that they needed two knights for this environmental survey mission or it might have taken longer.” He rumbled deeply, voice low both from tiredness and contentment.

“True enough Qui-Gon, true enough.” Obi-Wan smiled in the lamp light, eyes half closed as he watched the other. “I may not enjoy the mud and the almost continuous rain but I am enjoying the company quite a lot.” He grinned.

Peering at the other for a long moment, Qui-Gon shifted and moved until he was closer, pushing himself on his elbow and knee until they were facing each other more directly before he settled back down, smiling at the sudden flush the dimness couldn’t hide on the others cheeks.

This made wiggling around his warm nest worth it and he squeezed Obi-Wan’s hand. “Same.” He agreed.

Teasing Qui-Gon’s knuckles, Obi-Wan hummed before reaching up with his free hand and brushing his index finger over the others nose, frowning a bit to himself. “Is the bump in your nose bigger? Did you break your nose again?” He questioned in startled surprise and Qui-Gon grimaced before nodding a bit.

“Got headbutted by a zabrak. She broke my entire nose and scratched up my face with her horns while doing it. Most of it got dealt with by a medic but the nose… well you can’t slap bacta on cartilage.” He offered a bit dryly.

Stroking the others nose a bit, Obi-Wan made a low understanding noise. “Poor thing…” He offered quietly.

“Poor…you’re too soft.” The umber haired man teased.

“Only for you.” Obi-Wan hummed, still flushing but smiling at Qui-Gon as he did.

Reaching out and sliding his arm around Obi-Wan’s waist, tucking his hand into the small of his back, Qui-Gon grinned into the quiet space of their tent. “Heh…I’m soft for you too Obi-dear.” He hummed.

Tucking his own arm around the taller knight, Obi-Wan gave a considering hum. “…Hopefully not all the time.” He winked, getting a choked laugh out of the other while he tucked closer until their knees bumped as they shared heat and presence.

“No, not all the time.” The tall knight smirked before yawning deeply. “But for tonight…”

“For tonight.” Obi-Wan sighed tiredly, settling too.

They were quiet for a long moment, Qui-Gon dimming the light further with the Force instead of escaping his comfy cocoon before Obi-Wan spoke again.

“Though if your hands and nose are any indication, you’re going to be massive so that’s going to be fun.”

A thrilled laugh filled the tent before the light snuffed out.

I’m watching House hunters &&& they are looking for castles and they legit found an old Roman ruin that has no ceiling or walls & are like “wow it’s so spacious!!!! loving the rustic feel! wow all this natural light!”

why is this us @flyawayswift

anonymous asked:

More of obi wan being the last defense for the clones? The aftermath and clones protecting him?

The medical tent were full.

The evac to behind the lines had come but it had come later then hoped and most of the clones had still breathed in a substantial amount of the gas which had torn through their lungs.

However a breathing in a mist like bacta treatment was currently solving it along with bacta patches for various injuries. Four of them had required actual bacta tanks and were currently floating inside them and two had perished.

Yet Cody couldn’t find it in himself to care about that at the moment as he sat on his own bed and stared at the bed containing his General, breathing mask for the bacta still on though he refused to remain laying.

He wasn’t the only clone doing it so the droids had just given in happily.

General Skywalker had come storming in a hour ago too, had taken one look at General Kenobi and promptly turned on his heel in a swirl of his robes, his face drawn in a tight, pale grimace that could only mean anger. Cody had vaguely heard the sound of a lightsaber moments later and a quick question to one of the 501’s had told him that the General was doing katas, fast and furious outside in a larger area to calm down.

Cody would have joined him if he could, to get rid of the nervous energy itching under his skin as he watched the limp and pale shape of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

‘When he wakes, we’re going to have a long conversation about appropriate sacrifices for clones.’ Cody pressed his lips together tightly. They were expendable, they were created to fight a war, Jedi’s, Generals weren’t suppose to…suppose to…

Suppose to lay on death’s doorstep on a medical tent bed.

Weren’t suppose to have their lungs almost dissolved from gas for their men.

Weren’t suppose to bleed internally from crash damage.

Weren’t suppose to suffer from physic exhaustion from prolonged Force use.

Weren’t suppose to be suffer from dislocated arms and broken clavicle.

All for them. All for protecting the 212 from the gas and the droids.

It was their duty to be Obi-Wan Kenobi’s defense and attack. Not the other way around and Cody tasted the ashes of failure in his mouth as he watched the man breath slowly, the bacta mist, thank little gods, improving his condition by the second.

And then the General coughed, blood splattering the inside of the mask covering his face as green eyes snapped open then narrowed in pain as he continued coughing harshly, more blood filling the mask with each convulsion.

Cody was on his feet but the droids were there before any of the vods could do more then shift of the beds, pulling the mask of the General and letting him cough out the blood, red stripes rolling down his cheeks and mingling into his beard until he stopped and the mask, which had been cleaned, was replaced.

Dazed green stared at the tent ceiling, blinking slowly.

There was a loud curse from outside the tent and then General Skywalker was back, marching to Obi-Wan’s bed and staring down at him and taking in the blood before turning to the droid. “What happened? I felt…”

“The lung tissue has fully formed, trapping blood inside. General Kenobi expelled the blood and has now a fully functioning lungs. Another hour and we will be transferring him to a bacta tank as he will now be able to breath on his own.” The droid offered in a monotone. “This was to be expected.”

The General let out a quiet curse before nodding and sitting down on a chair and taking one spasming hand, holding it with care. “A warning-” Skywalker growled out. “Would have been appreciated, for all of us.” He looked up at Cody. “At ease Commander, he feels stronger.”

Cody closed his eyes then slowly sat down, hearing others around the tent do the same. “General, I-”

“Don’t…Just don’t. Me and Obi-Wan…we care for our men. But Obi-Wan has difficulties expressing it but he does care. And if we can prevent casualties we will. So please, for his sake, don’t say anything. He tries so hard to be the perfect Jedi.” General Skywalker sighed then settled to hold the pale hands between his own gloved ones.

“Just be grateful for who are still alive.” He gave the hand between his a careful squeeze.

Cody stared at him before nodding slowly.

Sleep Well - Alan Ashby

can you do a alan ashby one? you’re friends with him (but both of you have feelings for each other) and the band and you all go camping but then you have a bad nightmare and alan comes to calm you down and you kiss n stuff. he stays with you and the next morning the rest of the boys find you and they are like ‘finally you did something about your feelings’ cause they knew about it and yeah.. thank you!

Thought this one was kinda cute^-^ Hope you like reading, Written by Emma.

“I want some.” I say, holding my hands out over to Austin. He looks at me with a cheeky grin and shakes his head. 

“Sorry, there’s only enough for us.” He bares his teeth as he chuckles. Disapprovingly, I glare at him. 

“Austin, come on, I’m cold.” I tilt my head, an annoying ring to my voice. 

“Should’ve brought your own hot chocolate then.” He shrugs teasingly. I roll my eyes.

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STORY: SF Medic Packs Wound with Insurgent's own Testicles

I don’t even remember the flight or the infill. The first shots that rang out on the objective startled me awake. Ah, there is my nightly adrenaline fix! I’ve got my feet under me now and me and my boys from second squad are chasing a couple of guys through a fig orchard. The UH6 “little bird” helicopters are circling above giving us a play by play on the direction that the two squirters were headed. They started doing gun runs on those poor bastards. There really isn’t much that you can do when those guns open up, the 160th pilots are the most accurate in the world. They are the reason why a lot of special operations guys that I know are still on this earth.

For all you would be terrorists out there, just a heads up, hiding in the dark is easier when you’re not wearing a body length white tunic. We spot one guy laying on the ground to our right. Nick’s fire team goes straight for him, pouncing like a pride of lions on a fucking zebra. Joe and I advance past toward the second target. His hands are up and both of our rifle barrels are locked on his center mass. We are both at a full sprint at this point, moving toward him with the knowledge that the violence of action is the only thing that can keep us alive. I knew that Joe had him covered. In a full sprint, I dropped my rifle down to my side by way of the sling and struck that man with such force that he literally went feet over head nearly completing a full back flip. The best part was thanks to the technique that I recently learned at that tactical fighting school in Chicago it didn’t hurt my hand one bit. Thanks again Vanguard!

Joe covers me while I zip tie the man. Meanwhile one of Nick’s guys who was securing the first squirter tells him, “Sargent, my hands are all wet.” We avoided using white lights on missions because they have a tendency to make a quick target out of the person holding it. A quick check would reveal that the gun runs being made by the little bird pilots were effective. The man had a softball size exit wound on his inner left thigh. That gaping hole made it tough for him to walk all the way back to the initial target house but that was his fucking problem. None of our guys were going to carry him. Not after the reports came in from the other squads that were clearing the house letting us know that the house that they had just fled from was full of bomb making materials and pictures of high value U.S. targets. No, this shit head gets to walk. You may think that is inhumane but then again, you’ve probably never been blown up by a suicide bomber or watched as a group of your friends are erased by one.

When we got into the house I was able to see the extent of his injuries. That man’s scrotum was torn open and his left testicle had completely unraveled as a result of that helicopter raining down hate from the sky. All I could think at that moment was, holy shit that was a good shot! The man was screaming in agony by this point as I stood over him. Empathy? What the fuck is that? I had none at this point. I was perfectly content to watch that man roll around in agony until we ex-filled. He had a tourniquet on to stop any major hemorrhage but I hadn’t made any effort to pack the wound or help with pain management.

The company commander must have heard the screams from the other room. He came in and asked what the situation was. He was former Special Forces so he frequently considered the “hearts and minds” as being an important part of every mission. I’m not going to get into the dynamic of how each faction of special operations works but I will say that Green Berets in special forces typically have a slightly lighter touch than their Ranger counterparts. He told me to administer morphine to the man and pack his wounds. Now this man outranked me by a lot but not when it comes to patient treatment. On the ground the medic is the authority on all things medical. He was right though, I couldn’t just leave the guys nut dangling out and someone might trip over it. I calmly explained to the CO that I don’t carry enough morphine for him and you both so maybe I should hold on to the narcotics that I have in case one of our guys get laced open tonight.

As I knelt down over the man I wasn’t quite sure how to treat an uncoiled testicle. For all of the crazy scenarios that were drilled into us in SOMC, oddly enough, this one never came up. I decided that I would use it to help pack the wound in his leg. I can’t imagine how that must have felt packing that thing into his open wound with Kerlix then wrapping it with a trauma dressing without any morphine. A testicle when uncoiled is actually quite long. It took almost a minute to pack the entire thing into his open wound.

Just as I was finishing up I was told that there was three more squirters in the orchard that we needed to secure. We formed a small element to track them down. With the air assets that we had circling overhead we figured that it would be a quick game of hide and seek but in reality it took most of the night. We trudged through uneven muddy fields for hours taking direction from the guys overhead until we were exhausted. One by one we found all three men and they were not happy when we did, mainly because we weren’t happy that we had gone on a three hour death march to locate them.

I’m not going to sugar coat it, I punched one of them in the dick. Hard. Then placed my thumb in the wound that was created by one of our service dogs and used it like a joystick while we looked for his other two buddies. This isn’t something that I’m proud of but it isn’t something that I’m ashamed of either. It is simply the way that war is, it’s how it makes you and if you haven’t been there then you can keep your humanitarian opinion to your damn self. By the time we got back to the cluster of target houses we realized that we weren’t the only one’s putting in a nights work.

Apparently a pretty significant fire-fight went down in one of the houses. One of the snipers engaged an enemy target through the window of the house. It was an absolutely amazing shot. He was on the rooftop across the street and saw the figure running toward the front door that one of our fire teams was about to make entry on holding a rifle. One shot, straight through the neck. When I examined the person I could tell pretty quickly that, one, it was a woman and two, she was pregnant. When I informed the sniper that made the kill shot of this detail it didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest. In fact, he grinned the same grin that he did in that hangar in Balad when I handed him that atropine injector.

We piled up all of the bomb making materials and weapons and disposed of them with an incendiary grenade outside in the courtyard. We had a haul of prisoners and information that would likely lead us to the next mission, the next target house filled with people that want us to die. Nearly every night for over three straight months we punched the time card and went to work.

After the mandatory After Action Review (AAR) we headed back to our tents. It was 10am by this point and the desert sun was just starting to seep through the transparent tent ceiling. There isn’t even a point to lying down. I escape to the gym in an attempt to burn through this adrenaline. My tiny silk shorts and plain brown t-shirt would make me stick out like a sore thumb in the regular Army gym filled with squads of vibrant, well rested military personnel in their grey Army PT uniforms, complete with reflective belt and bad haircut. I get even more dirty looks as I am the sole gym occupant doing Olympic lifts and muscle ups in the corner in an attempt to cope with all that had transpired. It would be another full week and a half dozen more missions before I slept.

Mitsu - This Is Why We Don’t Go Camping

Mitsu – This Is Why We Don’t Go Camping


Ugh, how exactly did things turn out like this?

It has been one day since the two of them decided to take a camping trip together, and so far they’ve both been bitten half alive by mosquitos, tripped over rocks in the path, and almost got lost hiking.

“Why exactly did we decide to go camping this weekend, Mio?” asked Ritsu, scratching at her arm.

“Because it’s been so long since you and I have had the same day off, so I figured that we could spend some time together,” responded Mio, swatting away Ritsu’s scratching hand and rubbing ointment onto the bites.  “Hold still, I can’t get them if you’re scratching at them.”

“It feels weird, Mio, I don’t want that stuff on me!”

“Hey, don’t squirm.”

“No, don’t wanna!”

“You’re a college graduate, act your age!”

“Oh yeah?” Ritsu slid out of Mio’s grip and grabbed the tube of ointment.  Squeezing a large glob onto her hands, she lunged at Mio.

“Take … this!” she shouted, smacking both her hands on Mio’s cheeks and rubbing furiously.

“Wha? Ew, geez Ritsu, get off me!” said Mio through her squished expression. With her hands still moist from the ointment, she copied Ritsu and connected her palms with Ritsu’s cheeks.  They struggled for a little bit before the heat got to both of them and they lay sprawled on Mio’s sleeping bag.  

“Ugh, I don’t wanna do anything right now …” said Ritsu.  “Can’t we just make tea like before?”

“Why don’t you make some, then?”

“Because we were supposed to bring Mugi with us, but she got too busy and had to back out.  I was gonna make Mugi do it, but after she backed out I forgot to bring some.  Wait, what about Azusa and Yui?” asked Ritsu.

“Azusa said that she wanted to teach Yui how to drive.”

“Huh?” said Ritsu. “Yui still doesn’t have her license?”

“She has her permit, so she wants to start learning as soon as possible,” said Mio.  Rolling over, she stared at Ritsu, who continued to look at the tent ceiling.

“Remember when I was teaching you how to drive, Ritsu?”

“Yeah, that was quite the adventure, now wasn’t it?”

“Ritsu, we got pulled over by the police! I was freaking out at the moment and you were just laughing!”

“Aw, c’mon, it was in the moment, and it was the first time, I dunno what came over me, I just started laughing.”

“It wasn’t funny! We’re lucky that he let us off the hook, but next time …”

“Next time, I’ll make him laugh, and he’ll definitely let us off the hook!” interjected Ritsu, making a funny face.

“This is serious!” said Mio, trying to keep herself from bursting into giggles.

“Yeah, yeah, serious Ritsu-mode, activated,” said Ritsu sarcastically.  She turned over and kissed Mio on the cheek.

“Yuck, your face tastes weird.”

“Your fault for sliming me with the cream,” said Mio, wiping her cheek.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.  I guess I’ll kiss somewhere else then!” said Ritsu, a glint in her eyes.

“W-Wait, no!”

Too late to stop her, Ritsu started tickling Mio’s sides while kissing the side of her neck. Caught between gasping for breath from being tickled and getting chills from Ritsu’s kisses, Mio started squirming harder.  Eventually the two grew tired, as their antics made the tent heat up once more. They lay there in silence, barely noticing that a few hours had passed and they were in darkness.  The sound of insects and the night wind filled the campsite, and as the night continued, the site quieted down as the weekend campers settled down.

Ritsu and Mio fell asleep without too much trouble, with Mio clinging to Ritsu’s arm. Several times during the night, Ritsu had to reach over and push Mio’s leg out of the way, as she had a habit of clinging to Ritsu with her legs as well.

Remind me again why we’re sharing a sleeping bag? There wasn’t much room in here to begin with …

Ritsu’s glow-in-the-dark watch gave a small beep at midnight, and that was when a loud rustling sound from outside their tent startled Mio awake.

“Wh-Wha? Ritsu! Ritsu!!!” she whispered.

“C-Cabbage …”

“Don’t do that, wake up – AAAH!!!”

Hearing a louder rustling sound, Mio gave a small shout and clung to Ritsu.  The lack of oxygen forced Ritsu awake, only to make her promptly black out once more.

“Mi … ooooo” she gasped, clutching at Mio’s arm, which was wrapped tight around Ritsu’s windpipe.

“There’s something outside the tent, there’s something outside the tent!” Mio kept repeating, squeezing tighter.  Ritsu finally managed to escape the death grip that was Mio’s arm and took deep breaths.

“It’s *cough* probably nothing …” she said weakly.

“B-B-But I am like 99%sure that there’s something out there and it’s probably a bear or a mountain lion or a moose and I just want to make sure that we’re okay, and don’t scoff at me, moose are formidable creatures and maybe we should wait just so you can make sure the coast is clear, and …”

“Calm down, breathe between your sentences.  You could give those fast rappers a run for their money.”

“Go outside check for me!” said Mio, trembling.

“Go with me.”

“Don’t wanna …”

“*sigh*, fine …”

Pulling the tent zipper open, she pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight app.  Shining it out straight into the darkness, Mio and Ritsu found that they were making eye contact with a large brown rabbit. It stared curiously back at them.

“Don’t move, I think it can smell fear,” said Ritsu sarcastically. Mio smacked Ritsu’s shoulder.

“I was genuinely terrified, don’t joke around about stuff like this!”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Can we please get back to sleep?  I still have to recover from that chokehold.”

“Y-Yeah …”

Mio fell asleep surprisingly quickly, and in her sleep wasted no time wrapping her whole body around Ritsu once more.  Given the experience that Mio had gone through that evening, Ritsu allowed her to keep her arms and legs around her.

Yeah, this is definitely why we don’t go camping.