#eaglehearted

Oh no that was really fucking cute but also pretty lame what should he do.

Why does Wakkun put him into these situations.

“Uh... that’s... thanks, Wakkun. You’re a real sweet potato yourself.”

DYING DETECTORS - NOT ACCEPTING

“Heh. Thanks, Wakkun. I was about to throw something at it.” No time wasted in snuggling back up to his boyfriend with a slightly amused puff of air at the larger man’s nape. His fingers curled into Ushijima’s back and he hummed as he let his eyes slip closed once more. “Good night.”

Reon melted into the kiss in an instant and returned the light pressure without even a nanosecond’s hesitation. Ushijima’s lips always felt perfect on his. He would seek them out with reckless abandon and chase them as they pulled away. His hands became useless, his thoughts jumbled into a massive ten car pile-up in his brain and his body slipped to puddy in the captain’s fingers. He was a mess.

Knees weak, arms spaghetti.

HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME PROMPTS - NOT ACCEPTING

“Wakkun….”

Reon drew a deep breath as he shakily pushed himself back to his feet. It was hard, when his body ached and throbbed like it did. But he was rather proud of how well he took that beating. There were a lot of people that could not even dream of standing after getting ganged up on by three dudes. Then again, he had lots of practice.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be all right. You should just stay out of this. I don’t want you getting hurt too.” He weakly patted the taller man on the shoulder and offered him a strained, slightly swollen grin of reassurance.

@eaglehearted

It was difficult to piece together the exact events of the crash itself. One moment, they had been soaring through the skies with nothing but eager thoughts of their destination. The next, chaos. That was the best word to describe it as the cabin seemed to implode with a frenzy. Turbulence became intense, people began screaming and the flight attendants desperately tried to keep the rapidly panicking mass calm. Reon vaguely recalled seeing one take a tumble over the snack cart as Wakatoshi squeezed his hand. From that point on, his boyfriend had taken all of his attention as their transport descended from its lofty position amidst the clouds.

Perhaps watching Wakatoshi was soothing. Or maybe, without his family present, he wanted his boyfriend's handsome face to be the last thing he saw. To have the image seared so powerfully into his memory that he could carry it even into death. He mentally sent out an apology to them all; his parents, his little sister. That they would never see him again, that he was unable to tell them goodbye. Reon squeezed Wakatoshi's hand and braced himself while the world literally came crashing down around them.

He woke to the sound of jungle noises. Reon only recognized them from some documentaries he had viewed on television or for class. The various calls of tropical birds, the chitter of small mammals as they scurried through the brush, a breeze rippling through palm leaves. It was warm and humid with the softest tinge of sea salt on the air. All in all, a pleasant background to wake up in. Were Reon not rattled, injured and utterly disoriented as to just where the Hell he was. As he stirred in the partially wrecked seat he was miraculously still buckled into, he tried to piece it all together.

The plane was going down. Wakatoshi was holding his hand. They skirted the tops of some trees- palms, probably. Must have been flying over an island when the plane went down. They had torn through part of the plane's bottom; sent seats and people and some debris careening to the ground below. The rest of the plane had probably kept going before its eventual crash to the earth as well. Truly, it was a miracle he was still alive.

Alive, but hardly well. As Reon clumsily dislodged himself from the ruined seat, he tried to take stock of his injuries. His entire body was an aching, throbbing mess so he had to feel around to locate distinct points of distress. He already knew he had a concussion- hopefully mild. If his brain was bleeding or swelling, he would be dead already. No skull fractures or significant gashes beyond numerous minor cuts from splintering wood. Apparently, one of the palms had broken his own personal crash landing and been snapped in half like a twig from the force.

His lip was a bit swollen from where he had bitten through the flesh in his panic. Partially dislocated shoulder, from the feel of it. He was too disoriented to remedy it at the moment, so he left it alone. There was a considerable tear going up the length of his other arm but it was not deep enough to be concerning. Lifting his shirt revealed several more gashes- ribs were fine, though. The real problems, when he got down to it, were in the limbs most necessary to his survival. A twisted right knee and a broken left ankle. At the very least, the bone was not shattered, but there would be no walking for him any time soon. And if he did not find something to set the bone with, he would be in trouble.

Reon had to find the plane. Perhaps there were some survivors, if he had gotten through a fall like that. And there was no time to lose. If he was still on his own when night fell, he would have only a slim chance to see the next morning. Who knew what predators could be lurking around the trees. Or he could easily freeze to death. If he wanted to stand a chance, he needed to locate the plane to utilize for shelter if nothing else. The good news being there was a clear trail of debris to follow. The bad- he would need to crawl.

He had never been the type to give up. Especially when there was a loved one possibly at risk as well. Wakatoshi. He could be out there, injured even worse or in danger. Reon had to find him too. So it was he began his awkward trek across grass and decaying leaves. It proved to be quite the endeavor. Along the way, he vaguely caught sight of a few possible food sources; distinctly noted the sound of rushing water in the distance. He came across several more seats bearing ejected passengers that had not been so fortunate. Did not have the strength in him to get sick, but murmured a few words for the body before continuing on.

The sun was setting by the time he heard the crash of waves. Reon had been forced to take several breaks yet still felt exhausted as he dragged his body onto the rubble strewn beach. He had managed to pop his arm back into place but the limb was stiff and sore. He should really set it as well, once he had the opportunity. Though he was certain his luck had run out as darkness descended upon the beach. He was too late. Too slow. Reon did not stand a chance of finding any lingering shell of the plane now. And with the absence of the sun, he could already sense the growing chill in the air tinted by salt spray.

Then, a light. A beacon showed itself in the near distance and he felt his hopes return like a warm buoy in rough seas. His ache and exhaustion fell to the wayside in favor of dragging himself hurriedly across sand and debris. Because that light had not lit itself. At least one other person was still alive. Silently, Reon hoped it would be Wakatoshi. That his boyfriend was all right. Perhaps it was a little bit selfish, but it was all he had in those agonizingly slow seconds of crawling. Once close enough, he could see the entrance to the cabin. Pulling his beaten body into it was probably the hardest, yet most rewarding moment of his entire life. Beating out trips to nationals several times over. He was inside, and he was safe, and he was no longer alone. Breathing heavily to the point of near wheezing, Reon let his body settle on the gouged carpet. He was spent. There was no chance of him moving another inch without some form of aid. Thus, he weakly called out.

“When I bought some fruit trees the nursery owner gave me some insects to help with pollination. They were free bees.”

                      Teru just watched the other male walking by,                       his eyes locked on the intimidating appearance                       as his head turned with it until he stood still.