Warnings: Sexual content, smut, girl on girl action yay! Word count: 1 115
You’ve never had a problem with running mile after mile on all fours,
but today you felt tired, restless. The legs beneath you didn’t carry you as
they used to and you had an unsatisfied feeling in the lower region of your
Summary: “You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”
You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.
Authors notes: I think there will only be one chapter after this! I can’t believe this has come to a close! Thank you all so much for your feedback and likes!!
-A huge thank you to @hymnofthevalkyries for being my Beta on this series! You are the best Momma V!
-Over all: emotional and mental abuse, violence, anxiety and nightmares. There will be fluff eventually, I promise. :)
-For this chapter:
Angst, anxiety, terror, fighting and screaming.
She ran as fast as she could through the darkening forest. The rain that poured down would have been comforting if it hadn’t been for the drop in temperature and the death that followed behind her. Sounds of his laughter crashed against her ears from every direction. She knew there was only one of him chasing her but his abilities made it seem like an army was at her heels.
How long had she been running?
Her lungs began to ache from her depleting stamina but she forced herself to keep breathing. Pounding against the lightly damp ground beneath her, (Y/N) pushed her legs to keep going. Her mind, however, was weakening just as fast as her body.
A/N; Short chapter, but next one will have some more reveal!
It is said that some people have old souls, reborn every couple centuries to find their loved ones again and continue on their never ending journey. But what happens to these intersecting lives when one is immortal and the other is ripped from them?
Lucy blinked, trying to clear her mind. It was obvious she had spent too long on the train and had gone stir crazy. Who knew a week and a half of constant travel could be enough to break a mind.
“C’mon Luce! I haven’t see Jally since he was a colt!”
“And I have never ridden a horse!” Lucy defended. She eyed the large stallion warily, hair and mane black as the night sky above them.
“You broke his great great great whatever grandma,” Natsu explained, happily petting the side of Jally’s neck.
“Well Sun Star was kind and gentle and not three feet my superior.” She sniffed. Really, as though Natsu would compare her mare to his beast. Lucy cocked her head when she noticed Natsu’s stare, a wistful joy shining in his emerald gaze. “Natsu?” Lucy questioned, stepping towards him and placing one hand on his chest. Lucy blinked when Natsu took her hand, lifting it to his mouth where he ran his lips over the backs of her fingers.
“Knew you’d remember her.” he said, voice low with emotion. Lucy took in a sharp intake of breath, becoming aware of the importance of her memory.
“I have ridden a horse,” she mumbled, head spinning at the onslaught of memories she was able to pull from.
“Bunch’a ‘em.” Natsu whispered back. Lucy squealed loudly when she was suddenly lifted, deposited on the horse and covering blanket as if she were a child by Natsu’s strong arms. “Now we gotta go! I can’t wait to show you the castle again, Luce.” Natsu said easily, deftly lifting himself onto the horse in front of Lucy, his hands fisted in the horse’s mane.
“Natsu!” Lucy hissed, struggling to lift her leg and dress to put it in it’s proper place beside her other one. “I can not ride like this! It’s, it’s improper!” She face felt as vibrant as his hair, and her eyes grew large as she saw an excuse to not be caught in such a compromising manner. “My luggage! We cannot just leave it here.”
Lucy all but pouted at Natsu’s bawdy laugh, his hand resting comfortingly on her knee. One of her spread knees. Shame crept along her spine at the lewd position, to be a lady and have your legs spread this wide… “Don’t worry Luce, it’ll be taken care of. And stop fidgeting, you’re freaking out Jally.”
Sodapop Curtis is a warm fall day, he’s running through a field of dried grass, he’s screaming with laughter because no one can hear you, he’s driving your car at 4 o'clock with the late afternoon sun glittering through the patchwork of leaves, he’s familiarity and warmth.
Steve Randle is a forest in the dead of summer, he’s rocks in a creek bed shaped by thousands of years of floods, he’s fog settling over the mountains, he’s a murder of crows in an oak tree, he’s an angry ocean, he’s driving your car in the mornings doing 70 over country roads with fog covering an empty forest, he’s mystery and coolness.