#torn leather

A little snippet of our groups 1950′s au for The Unseen. Hall’s first taste of a bike. Warning for - eluded violence, abuse, injury 

His heel slams into the back of the man’s calf, bringing him down to his knees. William’s breathing is faster than he can ever remember it being, a racing feeling of air getting caught coming in and out. Mingling together and confusing his body. 

A bruise blooming on his cheek stings and the colour eats through the light makeup covering his face. A kitten heel sinks in the mud as he stumbles backwards. Hands held up to his chest as his eyes dart around the street. Street lights igniting metal on cars down at both ends. The bike is closer. 

Everything snaps into place. His breathing evens and his eyes fall to the keys knocked across the road towards the shining bike. They came here on it. He can do this. William does not see, nor feel the smile that comes onto his face, or even notice the way his eyes dart between his date and the bike. 

Will runs. His heels clicking on the paved road, the man’s hand just missing the back of his skirt as Will scoops up the keys from the ground. Throwing a leg over the boke seat and ramming the key into the ignition. The engine roars to life and William’s breathing picks up again. His heel catches on the kickstand, but it goes up, the heel dropping to the ground. He leaves it there like something out of a twisted Cinderella story. The bike peeling off down the street, the owner swears and shouting as he stands from his place on the ground. With all truth, it is the adrenaline that keeps the bike and William upright for so long. When the adrenaline dies in his veins and the world around him dulls back to greys and pastels, a corner takes him out. His side hits the road and it tears his skirt, his shirt, his arm. 

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Hey, guys. Today marks the one year anniversary of when I first published my first multi-chaptered ambalor fic, “Torn Leather,” on AO3! To this day, it remains my most successful fic to date and I just want to thank those who stuck with it until it’s completion in February 2018 and still read it to this day.

I wouldn’t have written it without the support from @devittprinces @rivela and @roman-reigning or have became such good friends/mutuals with @demonsbalor without this!

“Ford”

Louisiana, USA

Squall walked out of the infirmary as soon as the medic was done fussing about his multiple injuries. Medics were persistant, a fact that Squall acknowledged. But they could damn well dream on if they expected him to stay at the infirmary as long as he could still move. They would have to satisfy themselves with tending to his wounds.

As Squall walked out, he recalled the silver-haired Ravager who had earlier entered the clinic, carrying a flower of some sorts. Squall had found himself raising an eye at that, but figured that it probably had some medicinal value of some sort, and so didn't question it.