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maximumkillshot · 5 years

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The Letter

Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Sam’s just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best... not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course)

A/N: Hello all, I wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always.... GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

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“C'mon Dean, you've gotta tell her at some point” scoffed Sammy as he saw Y/N walk out of the bar, some unknown guy in tow right behind her. Dean stared at the man as he left, sizing him up, trying to understand why he has these feelings for a friend that he's had since childhood.

“Tell her what exactly?” Dean turned to his brother, exasperated. “Oh hey Y/N, what’s up? Oh me? Nuthin much just having a bit of a dry spell because I can't stop thinking about you. Wasn't as bad when we didn't hunt together but now…. Pfft, now I can't even get it up without thinking about you…. She's never gonna see me like I see her, Sammy.”

“But you aren't even giving her the chance to see you like you see her…. C'mon it's better than sulking in every single bar she's in when she doesn't pick you up,” remarked Sam.

“Alright, fine… And how exactly do you expect me to approach this little talk, huh Sammy?” Dean groaned as he took the next shot of Jack with ease and motioned for another.

Sam thought for a bit and continued, “well, you sure as hell can't face her without chickening out.” Dean glared, “but, maybe you don't have to face her at all… or even talk to her for that matter.”

Dean looked at Sam and saw that gleam in his eye. That gleam that said ‘I am about to say something that you'll hate, but I know it'll work and you'll hate that it'll work which will only make this sweeter for me.’

“Out with it Fabio,” Dean commented, now snickering at his own wisecracks.

“Maybe you write to her?” Smiled Sammy...

Dean looked around and back to Sammy.

“What?” Asked Sam as he looked around, following Dean's gaze.

“I was just checking to see if we were in elementary school or not..” Said, Dean, as he sipped on his newly replenished fifth of whiskey, he hissed at the sting, “Yup! This ain't exactly apple juice and I see no children with pigtails so why in Chuck's name would I send a woman a letter when I LIVE WITH HER?!” Dean practically screamed.

“Well, are you going to talk to her on the phone?”

“No”

“FaceTime?”

“No”

“In person?”

“HELL NO”

“Then do you have any other ideas?” Questioned Sam as Dean stared at the Amber liquid in his glass, “Dean, it's the most detached way to let her know. And, if you're still too chicken, you could write it and burn it afterward…Either way, it's out of your head…”

At that moment a smoking hot blonde walked up to Dean and said: “Hi, stranger.”

Dean looked at her and said, “Hi” and turned back to Sam immediately, her advances immediately flying over his head at the moment.

The woman walked away mumbling about how the good looking men are either taken or gay and Sam's jaw was completely unhinged, staring from his brother to the blonde.

“What?” Questioned Dean.

“Oh no, we gotta fix you now… that girl was flirting with you!!” Said, Sam, as he pointed to the woman.

“Yeah, I know… it's annoying.”

Sam looked horrified, “Who are you and what have you done to my brother?”

“Oh c’mon it isn’t that bad...”

“Uhh yeah, yeah it is… c’mon, let’s go back to the motel…” said Sam as he slapped down two 20’s, officially closing the tab.

The next day Dean saw the dude saunter out of her motel room, hickeys all over his neck and what looked like scratch marks on his chest, as he didn’t even bother to button up his shirt. Dean was so lucky as to be working on Baby when he came out. He looked at the guy that looked like the cat that got the cream and he looked back to see Y/N, looking at him starry-eyed completely relaxed…

He traveled her form, nothing on but a stolen shirt from Dean, nonetheless… I mean who is Dean kidding, she begged for the shirt because it was so comfy and he caved, as he always did with her. It was just easier to tell himself she stole it. He looked at her legs that seemed so soft, so welcoming… By the time his eyes met hers again, she simply smiled and closed the door… almost taunting him….

Dean just walked around and leaned on Baby’s grill as he pretended to be messing with her engine… Little did he know Y/N was watching him too, hoping that he’d come to his senses since he was in her head the whole time that other guy was in her bed.

Dean gave her the cold shoulder the entire next day as they traveled home, nearing the end of the drive Y/N couldn’t take it anymore she said, “Dean, did I do something wrong?”

“No, why do you say that?”

“Well I mean I wasn’t exactly quiet with the guy I was with. You looked at me like you were pissed when he left my room so I figured I was too loud or something.”

“You were three rooms away, even if I did want to hear it, which I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to, Y/N.” He replied coldly.

“Then why did you stare daggers into me and looked at him like you wanted to kill him?”

No answer.

“Dean, you’ve been pushing me away and I don’t know why, then I have a little fun and you look at me like I am public enemy number 1. What did I do?”

“Nothing, just irritated, I guess.”

“How about I make you some pie when we get home, mixed berry?” She asked.

“I don’t want pie I want--” He snapped but his mouth slammed shut before he could say, “You.”

“What do you want? Whatever it is, name it, I hate that you aren’t talking to me… We were so close Dean… I miss it.” Y/N said, her heart near breaking.

He couldn’t even look into the rearview mirror without tearing, he’s never felt hurt by someone sleeping with someone else, especially if they weren’t exclusive. So why does he want to cry when he sees the love bites on her neck, it doesn’t make sense to him.

“I want to be left alone right now, Y/N.” Said Dean, his knuckles white from the pressure of gripping the steering wheel.

Sam tried to distract her by talking about her night out with the guy but… It just made things worse for Dean since he had to listen to Y/N talk about how much of a stud the guy she took home was. It made Dean’s blood boil. Every time she told him about how he ‘touched her in all the right places’ Dean couldn’t help but think that it should’ve been him holding her like he was. Worshipping her. It all should have been him, he should have been making her moan, he should have been feeling her creamy skin on his, he should have been there… not anyone else.

When they entered the bunker Dean made a B-Line for his room. Almost angrily Dean slammed his door and opened his laptop…

“This is so stupid…” He growled to himself as he opened up a blank document and began writing...

After about an hour of writing, Dean stared at the letter on his computer, trying to find a reason not to print it. He couldn’t find one so he decided to get some liquid courage from the liquor cabinet in the kitchen, when he got back Sam was hunched over Dean’s computer…

“DUDE! Privacy!” Dean whispered yelled.

“Dean... You’ve gotta send this, you have to man.” Said, Sam, as he pointed to the screen, “This… this is beautiful, she’d never hate you. You don’t see the way she looks at you. The way you look at each other.”

“What are you trying to get at, Sammy?” Dean asked as he sat down, drinking straight from the bottle.

“I am trying to say that only good can come from this… just do it.” Responded Sam.

Dean printed the message out and slipped it under Y/N’s door, hoping that the damage wasn’t permanent.

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Y/N’s POV

Ahhh why did I pack so much shit? That was the question in my mind as I sharpened and sheathed my fifth blade, six left to go. Then I heard something outside of the door.

“Sam, this is a bad idea” I heard Dean whisper

“Just shut up before she hears us!” Whisper-yelled Sam…

I huffed, if the boys were looking to hear anything weird, they would be sadly mistaken. Then I heard more rustling and a letter was slid under my door.

The first thing I thought was…. Glitter…. It has to be glitter, c’mon it’s an unmarked envelope that was randomly slid under my door. It had to be a prank…. The more I looked at it, the more curious I was.

I decided to pick it up and open it over my trashcan… All I found was a letter…

It said:

Okay so I’m only going to try this because Sam said to try it.

Y/N,

Help me, it’s not two words that I’m used to seeing and using together. I was trained to help others and to never ask for help in doing that. I never had those two words in my vocabulary. Which is why I was so shocked when I found that I needed help. I didn’t need help with ghouls or werewolves. I needed help being human again. To feel like I wasn’t a machine. To feel like I deserved to be loved. It was something that I didn’t even know that I needed until you came around.

It wasn’t something that happened all of a sudden, it wasn’t love at first sight. But it was definitely something. I actually started off being annoyed by you. Your endless optimism, your dorky smile. It put me off. Well, at least I thought it did. The more time I spent with you the more that I realized that you were different. You weren’t self-centered, you weren’t cold-hearted, you weren’t someone that could be fucked with. Someone to be thrown to the side, which made me love you even more.

That scared me. I’ve never loved someone like I love you. It’s too dangerous. It’s not fair to you to have to be worried about me constantly and to have to watch your back. It isn’t fair. So when you asked me why I was pushing you away the reason is that I have been madly in love with you and I don’t know what to do with it. So even if I don’t print this out and slide it under your door at least I can get it out.

It’s out there now, I actually feel a bit better. I still need you, and I miss being close too, I want to get closer. It’s so dangerous, Y/N. Even knowing us is a danger, being with me is a completely different level of danger, it’s a death sentence. I can’t do that to you, I love you too much. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you talk about other guys, it actually rips me apart inside. I think about how it could be me, not some other random guy.

Some other random guy doesn’t know that you need an extra pillow to prop your head up, they don’t know the stories behind your scars like I do, they don’t know that mean right hook that you have, or that infectious giggle you can’t control when you have too much whiskey, they don’t know you. I do… I know you, I know you hate being tickled and you hate it when someone assumes you aren’t strong simply because you’re a girl, I know you love extra ketchup on your cheeseburgers, and most of all I know you are worth more than a one night stand. You are damn sure worth more than the death sentence of being with me.

I couldn’t not tell you, Sammy says I need to give you the chance to choose… This isn’t a choice, this is just letting you know… I love you… I love you so much, I always have and I always will. I never know how to end these so I’ll just say… Don’t hate me, Sweetheart.

-Dean

As my eyes read the paper… my heart simultaneously swelled and shattered at the same time… Poor Dean… poor dumb Dean… How could he not see that I don’t care about the danger?

I’ve already died twice and I came back… I came back for him. Sam was the only one who knew. But this… This cements what I’ve always felt about him. For him to have written this. My heart is swelling.

That explains why he’s been distant, why he got tenser when I laughed, why he was angry with me.

I decided to finish unpacking and then talk to him about it.

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Dean’s POV:

“It’s been three hours, Sammy” I said trying to take a breath, “She hates me, I know she does.”

“She doesn’t hate you, she’s probably unpacking, Dean,” Quipped Sam.

He’s right she’s probably finishing everything that she needs to take care of before sh…. OH SHIT HERE SHE COMES.

“Shit, Sam. Act normal” I whispered.

Sam laughed as he commented, “I’m the one actually sitting at the library table, while you’re pacing back and forth like a psycho.”

“Hey Sammy, could we have the room?” Y/N asked her hands behind her.

Oh shit, here it comes. Here’s the ‘I only saw you like a brother’ talk that every guy talks about….

Maybe it’s worse, maybe it’s the ‘I don’t feel comfortable living with you if you have these feelings.’

I’m doomed, who sucked all of the air out of the room, why am I sweating? I need answers damn it!

“Sure,” Said Sam with a lore book in hand, “I’m just gonna grab this and finish it in my room.”

I wanna scream ‘Don’t you fuckin leave me here!’ but I can’t, oh shit she’s looking at me…

“Sooooo,” I said, nowhere near smooth.

“Soooo…. You okay? You look like you’re going to pass out,” she giggled.

“Well, kinda feel that way actually,” I answered honestly…

She sat down on the table in front of me and brought the letter out from behind her.

“Sooo, I got this letter…” She said almost shyly, “You really write this?”

“Ye-yeah I did.” I can’t get my voice to even out, why?

“It’s beautiful… like the guy who wrote it.” She smirked…

“Sweetheart, I’m ruggedly handsome at best… you… you’re the beautiful one.” I answered honestly.

“Well someone hasn’t seen themselves when they’re on an open road singing along to Led Zeppelin, that is a beautiful sight… The sun hits you just right, makes the green pop out of your eyes, all topped with a smile… that’s beautiful if I’ve ever seen it.” She said as she straightened out my flannel… I got closer to her, and she opened her legs to me, so I could be chest to chest with her.

“So I take it you don’t hate me?” I questioned cautiously…

“How could I hate the man I came back from Hell for… twice?” She giggled.

“Only in our line of work,” I chuckled…

“Only for one man…” She smiled up at me… “About damn time, Winchester… Here I thought I was gonna have to sacrifice myself a third time.”

“NONONONO please don’t… I love you too much… But this… it’s dangerous…” I said, immediate worry in my voice, I’m sure.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m more dangerous…” she chuckled.

“Y/N I’m serious”

“So am I, Dean. When I wasn’t with you I died… I’m dying either way… But I get to choose how I live… I want to live with you by my side… always.” She said as she cradled my cheek in her small hand… Trying to smother all of my worry. “Do you want that too?” she asked.

“Yes, more than anything…” I answered.

“Then kiss me.” She said.

Immediately… I kissed her.

As soon as I pulled away I said, “Oh I’m never letting go of you, am I?”

Her response was perfect…

“Nah, not like I’d want you to anyway, dork.”

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beinfriends-a · 5 years

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word count: 2,911 characters: Eoforwine, Claus extra notes: follow-up to this thread with @antcmbra (<3). I don’t think you need to read that thread to understand the plot here, but you could (and should bcs it’s a good thread)

He hasn’t been back to civilization in four years. That’s kind of crazy to think about, now that he really thinks about it. It’s not really mattered up to that point-- not in a way he particularly cared about, anyhow. Somehow, he manages to make himself more than decent with surviving on a whole lot of nothing, and hey, it’s certainly tolerable. It could be worse. He could be living in Tazmily, after all.

Speaking of, Tazmily is his destination today. Honestly, it actually didn’t take him too much time to make up his mind on what to do about the whole Commander thing. For has never really been the indecisive type, but there was something holding him back for a day or two before he finally settled on going. The curiosity was just too much for him to put up with-- he had to know what had become of his Commander since the end of the world.

Compass and Toffee had indicated he’d gone sort of off his rocker, didn’t they? Or-- well, they used a more formal word than that; “unhinged,” though Toffee seemed more forgiving of whatever faults this kid had. It wasn’t even really the kid’s fault if he ended up a basket case. He went through so much more shit than the average Pigmask did, and as a little kid, too... it’s sort of a vile life to be given, but he was relieved that Claus was, at the very least, still kicking. He deserved that and a whole lot more.

The only thing really holding him back from going is merely the fact that he has no idea how Claus is going to react to seeing him again. It sounds awfully like he’s super hostile to Pigmasks now, and Eoforwine wouldn’t blame him for being hostile to old members, including himself. They may have gotten along all right before, but that could have totally changed since. He wouldn’t know until he tried, so....

Well, he may as well give it a shot, right? It wouldn’t hurt to try. Tazmily is a hour or two’s walk from his home in Unknown Valley, so hopefully it’d be worth something good, but For wasn’t holding his breath. He was prepared for the worst, but he hoping for the best. It’ll be nice to confirm that the Commander-- no, Claus-- is doing well. That would be closure enough for him, he supposes.

It’s so, so strange how slowly, the world starts to civilize itself again amidst the cracks and upturned trees. They build around the signs of their god’s emergence, though seem to leave all the old Pigmask hangouts alone... funny. Guess they really can’t acknowledge that part of the world anymore. He’s surprised they haven’t bothered cleaning up the rubble, but some of them would definitely be impossible to clean up fully, like the Thunder Tower. Maybe it’s just best that they forget it entirely-- still, it’s interesting.

For’s only been to Tazmily once or twice in his life before now. It was just a little blip on his radar, really, and was mainly Fassad’s turf. That was their job, and For’s was mainly in New Pork and at the Thunder Tower. He didn’t bother all too much with those backwater hicks, aside from checking in on the progress of the new grunts at that little boot camp in town. Other than that, not really. And maybe that’s for the best. He’d heard some things about the village back in his Pigmask days. They were pretty easy to control-- and they weren’t the brainwashed ones.

Funny how things like that happen. Hopefully they’d learned their lesson since then, but For seriously doubted it. Really. it’s his intention to avoid them as much as he can until it occurs to him that he’s not exactly sure where Claus lives. Yeah, that’s kind of an important detail, isn’t it? He definitely gets a weird look for asking, but For tries not seem too suspicious in asking. That seems kind of inevitable, though, given how big he is and how unusual it could potentially be to ask for the ex-Commander.

It could just be his nerves, though. It’s fucking bizarre to be back among living, breathing human beings again. Maybe it would have been even more jarring if he hadn’t talked to those Pigmasks the other day, but that’s not really enough to truly prepare a hermit like him for reintroduction to civilization. He really can’t help but continually get this feeling that they’re all... watching him. Like they already know that he doesn’t belong here. And he know he doesn’t belong, but he won’t be here too long-- nor will he make it a habit.

It’s just one attempt to see what the fuck has happened to that kid since the reset. It still really surprises him he’s still alive, but that’s good. Very good. Alive up on the little hill just outside of town. Not too bad a view, far as For can see as he’s heading that way. Climbing up the hill, there he is-- that kid, tending to sheep with his dog-- a very familiar dog, too-- laying out in his doghouse.

With an awkward clearing of his throat, For simply says, “Uh, hey,” just loud enough for Claus to hear. he sees the ginger jolt slightly, perhaps surprised by the sound, before he turns to meet the sight of For and just freezes. It’s not exactly fear that For sees, just pure and utter shock, frozen in time, though Claus definitely seems to shrink away the longer this moment goes on. The familiar dog takes notice and clambers out of his doghouse, pacing forward to stand in front of Claus with a soft growl in For’s direction.

Softly comes his voice, somewhat unconfident, but still strong enough for Claus to establish that he’s serious when he speaks. “What do you want?”

“I just want to talk,” For replies quickly. “No funny business, all right? I have no bone to pick with you or anybody in this town. Promise.”

Claus averts his gaze, looking away towards nothing for a moment to consider it. The dog’s growling ceases, but he remains defensively postured. Then Claus responds, “Why?”

For blinks. “Why I--? Uhh, ‘cause. I haven’t seen you ‘n’ I just heard the first confirmation you were alive from anyone and I wanted to know you were... all right.”

“Who told you that?”

Pause. He knows Toffee and Compass told him how hostile he was to the both of them, so it may not be wise to namedrop them, but it isn’t wise to be dishonest, either-- that’s unwise far more than any anger Claus may feel in knowing the Pigmasks told For about him. “You know those, uh, Pigmasks? Real tall guy--” For makes the motion to indicate Toffee being taller than him-- “and a kinda short Commander--”

And that’s when Claus gets all the more defensive. “The fuck were you doin’ with them?” His voice is soft but harsh and hateful. “They put you up ta this, huh? I should’a fuckin’ known--”

“No, no! They found me by total fucking accident. Or I’m guessing it was. They just showed up on my property and I talked to ‘em a bit is all. I have no idea what kinda beef you dudes have with each other, but this has nothin’ to do with them. They were just the ones who told me about you, and that was the end of that.” Claus looks clearly skeptical, but For continues on. “Look, I know it’s been a long-ass time, but you can imagine-- I mean-- people ain’t too friendly to Pigmasks around here, are they?”

“‘Course not,” Claus snaps back. “All they do is cause a bunch a’ fuckin’ trouble.”

“But they... kept you? I mean, you were kind of the biggest troublemaker of all, technically.” He gives Claus a gentle smile.

The ginger narrows his eye, crosses his arms. “Don’t try to git all funny with me, For. It really ain’t the fuckin’ time or th’ place for that shit. I-- I dunno why they let me stick around, but someone must feel real fuckin’ sorry for me, I guess, but they just feel sorry enough to not tell me ta fuck off outta town. I’m sure a lotta them would sure like it, though.”

For puts his hands up to show he’s not trying to upset the other. Boy, they weren’t wrong about this kid being tough to deal with. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to piss you off or anything. I’m just... trying to get on the same page with you, kid.”

“Same page, huh? Well, here’s what you missed, For: everyone fuckin’ sucks, no one likes Pigmasks ‘n’ especially not me, everyone tries ta pretend like the whole Porky thing didn’t happen. End a’ story. That good enough for ya?” In spite of the situation, a chuckle escapes For, though he regrets it immediately. Claus flushes slightly and raises his voice when he snaps, “What? What the fuck did I say that was so goddamn funny?”

Even still, a dumb smile is stuck to For’s face, though he tries to be serious. He’s not trying to mock Claus, honest, but this just seemed so... very him. The Commander had a temper on him from time to time-- apparently that didn’t change any from then to now. Claus is definitely more abrasive and defensive than the Commander ever was by a long shot, but this just seems like he’s finally expressing the full range of his emotions. Certainly no holding back with this one.

In a weird way, it makes For nostalgic to see this angry teen, even if he’s hurting himself by not taking this as seriously as he needs to. This one is certainly more vulgar and loose than the Commander, but there’s still those beats of personality there. With another soft, unmistakable laugh, he covers his mouth as if to hide that shame, before For finally replies with, “Ahh, you haven’t changed a fuckin’ bit, kid.”

That was... really not the right thing to say, and For realizes that the second he see Claus tear up at those words. Then that smile is gone and For sobers up his expression. The dog whines and looks towards his master, pressing up gently against Claus’ legs. Okay, yeah, that was kind of a terrible thing to say to someone in Claus’ position for sure. For wouldn’t have taken offense if someone called him the same as before, but it made sense why it would bother Claus so much specifically.

“No, I’m not,” Claus snaps back, voice shakier than before.

“You’re not,” For agrees with a gentleness. “Sorry-- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like-- in a bad way. There’s just... parts of you... that remind me of the old days. But that’s not a bad thing! It’s--”

“Stop,” Claus hisses. “Just stop, For.”

For throws his hands up. Yeah, maybe Claus is right. So he stays quiet and waits for Claus to say more instead. After a pause and Claus clearing the tears from his visible eye, he continues. “I dunno what the fuck you thought you was gon’ get from this, but I don’t think you’re gittin’ it.” The ginger studies the man with great scrutiny. “Now, why the fuck you here? Not all that ‘oh, I wanted know you were all right’ bullshit. What do you want?”

The man frowns. He takes his time with this answer, though Claus clearly expects a prompt response. He needs to think through these answers more before he opens his mouth. It’s not just that For is saying stupid shit, it’s that Claus will take it personally regardless of what he says. Tough crowd. Really tough.

“I’m being honest when I say I wanted to know if you were all right. I understand if this doesn’t mean anything to you now, but I like to think we were pretty good friends back in the Pigmask days, and whether you choose to believe it or not, you meant a lot to me. I had no idea if you were dead or alive this whole time till those dudes told me, and it was going to drive me up the fuckin’ wall if I didn’t check up on you after that.”

“Well, you know now, but somehow I think that ain’t gon’ satisfy you.”

A soft exhale of a laugh-- hardly one, really. “Yeah. I mean, it’d be nice to catch up and see what--”

“No.”

“Yeah, figured you’d say that.” Sigh. “That’s okay-- I get it. I know this wasn’t a welcome visit or whatever. Uh. I’ll leave you be.”

“Thanks.”

Claus is no longer even really looking at For. It’s clear he’s checked out of this conversation and just wants it over with. For predicted this outcome, but it still bruises his feelings a touch. He really wanted it to go well for the both of them so they could actually really talk. There was a lot to catch up on-- at least on Claus’ side of things. For’s side would be short-- built a house. Live on a farm now. The end. But Claus would be fascinating to talk to more, if For could just sincerely connect to the ginger somehow.

At least he wasn’t yelling at For anymore. That was something. For sweeps a foot behind the other in preparation to back off and head home, but not before he pipes up again. “Hey. If you ever want to come see me...” He expects Claus to interrupt, but he doesn’t. “I live in Unknown Valley. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes east of where the old club used to be. Little farm. Can’t miss it, ‘cause it’s the only thing out there. Drop in and say hi if you feel up to it sometime. Or don’t. That’s up to you, kid.”

No response, just Claus keeping his eyes trained at the ground.

For nods to himself conclusively. “All right. Well, be good, kid. See you later.”

And there he goes, back down the hill and through town and out into the northern outskirts of town. He’s heading by the way he came-- through the forest-- till he hears that familiar voice ring out again.

“For, wait.”

For turns to meet Claus, jogging up towards the older man. Claus takes a moment to collect his thoughts and breath. “I realized I didn’t git ta say most a’ the things I wanted ta say, so I’m gon’ say them now.” This time, For resists the urge to smile, keeping a curious, but neutral look on his face instead. He gestures for the ginger to continue. “First off, you ever see those fuckin’ assholes again, don’t fuckin’ talk to them about me, got it? I ain’t none a’ their fuckin’ business, or yer business either. Okay, secondly, we ain’t friends just ‘cause you say we are. We ain’t friends, and we ain’t never been friends. You feelin’ sorry for me don’t count as friendship. And third,--” Claus jabs a finger in For’s direction. “Quit actin’ like you know a single thing about me, ‘cause you don’t. That kid you knew? He’s gone, For! I’m nothin’ like him, ‘n’ don’t you ever say I am again. Got it?”

For shakes his head slowly in disbelief. “Did you really just chase me down to insult me more?”

“I’m not insultin’ you, I’m just tellin’ you like it is. What, is that a crime or somethin’?”

For’s face just slowly grows a deeper and deeper frown, until he finally nods. “Yeah, okay, Claus. I get it.” Shrugs. “Well, the offer is still open on that visit thing. Maybe we could actually get to know each other then and become real friends, huh?”

Claus scoffs and rolls his eye. “I fuckin’ doubt it.”

“Hey, you never know what’s in store, kid. Maybe we’ll become friends. Maybe you could learn to stop bein’ such a fucking asshole. Who knows?” Claus opens his mouth to argue, but For silences him with a raised hand and continues on. “Whatever you think this is, I promise I wasn’t tryin’ to cause trouble. I really care about you, and that’s not going to change, whether you like it or not. What you decide to do with that is up to you, but you gotta let that bitter shit go, man. Like, I get it! But I didn’t ask to be a Pigmask either. We’re in the same boat, man. So please. Just think about it, all right? I’ll be waitin’ if you change your mind on anything.”

For turns away for a final time and begins to wander off into the forest. He’s surprised that Claus isn’t arguing, but maybe he’s got too much to think about to actively do it. With a blind wave to the ginger behind him, he disappears into the forest, and back in the civilization-less part of Nowhere again. As shitty as that went, For sincerely hoped that Claus would take him up on the offer and come visit sometimes-- and he would know what Claus had chosen soon enough based on if he ever bothered to show up. He wanted this to be good, really good, for the both of them. As stubborn as Claus was, For wanted to be a part of his life again.

#New File [PT]#Swine's Friend [PT]#Kid Commander [CLAUS]#A Flash of Memory [DRABBLES]#( ''Psy what about your drafts'' I don't know anymore just take this and don't question i- )#( also I guess there'll be more drabbles about these dudes because they're gonna develop a RELATIONSHIP. For is gonna BE HIS DAD )#( that's the plan anyhow???? )

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Summary: One quick change to his usual attire and it was like everyone else had lost their ability to be normal. Tobirama hated being confused.

Utter ridiculousness to be found by following the link or reading under the cut!

Less Is More

Every single citizen in the village of Konoha knew that there was one time and one time only when Senju Tobirama could be seen in public wearing less than full armor: training. It was also a rather well-known fact that despite his genius he tended to be rather oblivious when people of any gender paid him ‘special attention’. It was sort of cute in it’s own way.

The constant presence of an audience at the training grounds every time he needed a workout continued to baffle Tobirama. It boggled his mind how so many people could have so little to do with their day. Not to mention that it was just strange that they chose to lounge at the edges of the training areas where injury was a very real possibility, especially for the civilians. Yet still they came, every day, sometimes twice a day! His morning workout was always performed under the eyes of at least a small group. Sometimes the grounds were nearly unattended when he came back to train his team, though a crowd always seemed to collect around the edges by the time they were done.

As he might have expected, today was no different. Tobirama headed for the training ground already dressed for exertion, a light kimono shirt thrown overtop to ward off the morning chill. By now he had quite a bit of practice ignoring the indolent strangers loafing around the field and his eyes slid right over them as though they were merely part of the scenery. Even the soft sighs and low giggles as he passed by were given no heed.

His attention focused on those already waiting for him. Madara stood off to one side, arms crossed and face thoughtful, watching as Hashirama and Touka went through a series of warm up stretches. It wasn’t so unusual to see Touka here, though normally it would have been Izuna. He couldn’t go all out against Touka the same way he could against his old rival but it was good to spar against different partners every once in a while to avoid stagnating one’s patterns of attack.

Nothing really seemed to out of the ordinary that morning, which was why Tobirama was so surprised by the sudden deadly quiet in the area when he shrugged off his kimono shirt and tossed it to one side. He raised one arm up above his head, using his opposite hand to pull the elbow across and stretch out the limb as he turned back around to face the others.

Then he stopped with a frown, absently continuing his stretch as he looked around at his three training partners.

“What?”

They were all staring at him – intensely. Hashirama’s jaw appeared to have come unhinged, Madara’s face had been drained of blood yet was rapidly gaining too much back, and Touka was trembling with some repressed emotion he couldn’t identify yet.

“Brother…what…are you wearing?” Hashirama’s voice was so quietly that Tobirama almost had to lean forward to hear him, the exact opposite of his usual volume.

“Wearing?” Tobirama looked down at himself. “You’re the one who gave it to me. You don’t remember?”

“And you wore it?” Touka squeaked out, sounding incredulous. Tobirama lowered his arm, shook it out, and then repeated the stretch with the opposite arm. Off to the side, Madara made a strangled noise and gained a little more blood in his features.

Tobirama tilted his head to one side. “Well yes. It was a gift from Brother.” His second arm lowered and he shook it out to loosen the muscle before giving a brief nod to his sibling. “I appreciate it. You were right, it’ll be much easier to stay cool in this while I train. Much less fabric to keep in the heat.”

Without waiting for a response, he set his hands on his hips and bent backwards a little. He’d slept a little funny last night and his lower back was aching something fierce. As he did so, however, he heard Madara whimper. Straightening back up, he looked over just in time to see the leader of the Uchiha clan begin to tilt slowly backwards. Were it not for the fact that he thought someone else would do something, Tobirama certainly could have been fast enough to break the other man’s fall himself.

No one did though. He stood and watched Madara collapse backwards while both Hashirama and Touka stood right next to him, not paying the slightest bit of attention to what was happening beside them. They appeared more focused on his attire for whatever reason. He really didn’t understand it.

“Is he alright?” Tobirama asked mildly after Madara’s head thumped against the packed earth. Hashirama roused himself just enough to look down at his friend.

“Uhh…” His gaze returned to his younger sibling, head shaking gently from side to side. “I can’t believe you wore it…”

“You’re a walking hazard to the population, Cousin,” Touka managed to say before finally her trembles spilled over in to raucous laughter. He failed to see what exactly was so funny, but then, he very rarely understood her jokes.

“What does she mean?” he asked his brother.

Hashirama bit his lip, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Nothing. Don’t pay her any attention. Could you take Madara to the medi-nin for me? Looks like he’s bleeding.”

Tobirama didn’t see why he had to be the one to take the flailing Uchiha idiot to the hospital but didn’t bother arguing. When he stepped over he saw that his elder had been correct; Madara appeared to be suffering from a spontaneous nosebleed. Strange; he hadn’t seen the man take any sort of blow to the nose or face. The medi-nin would be able to help him, however, so Tobirama didn’t bother worrying too much about the why of the matter.

Madara murmured fitfully under his breath as his arm was thrown across a set of pale broad shoulders. His legs seemed slightly weak when he was hauled back to his feet but he managed to stay standing, leaning perhaps a bit heavily on the one supporting him. After taking one more sideways look at his helper, his unoccupied hand flew up to cup his nose, stemming the fresh flow of blood.

“Hmm, maybe you should put your shirt back on,” Hashirama mused as they began to step away. Tobirama huffed.

“I am wearing a shirt!” he protested. Touka’s cackling slowed just enough to allow her to speak, wiping tears of laughter from the corner of one eye.

“That is half a shirt at best!” she crowed. “Maybe don’t wear any more crop tops to training. It’s a danger to other people’s health!”

Then she was off again, clutching her stomach and doubling over with mirth. Tobirama still didn’t understand but he decided it wasn’t worth the effort of trying to. With a roll of his eyes he walked away, helping Madara off the field. As they passed through the crowd gathered by the edges of the grounds he was distantly surprised by the continued dead silence which met his ears. A brief look around showed him a most worrying sight.

Madara was not the only one suffering from spontaneous bleeding from the nasal cavity. An epidemic seemed to be going around. He wondered if it were a form of sickness or if perhaps he should check for airborne toxins. What could possibly be happening here?

Almost halfway to where the Konoha Hospital was being constructed Madara roused himself and seemed to blink around at his surroundings. Tobirama hummed and the other looked over at him with some surprise.

“Back with the living I see,” he said. “Hashirama made me take you to the medical staff. If you’re feeling better though, perhaps you could answer a question for me.”

“Answer a…question…” Madara wasn’t particularly coherent at the best of times, so Tobirama didn’t think very much of the hesitation in his voice right then either.

“I asked Brother when he gave it to me but he refused to answer for some reason.” He looked down at the shirt which appeared to have caused such a strange fuss. “What is a ‘Boy Toy’?”

Tobirama was most concerned when Madara’s eyes rolled back and he fainted for the second time.

#silly stuff inspired by silly conversations #rae writes #madatobi #madara #tobirama #hashirama #touka #fanfiction #naruto shippuden

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