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real-hot-grl-shi · 11 months

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!! oc belongs to @buggieplant !! Check it out !! 💕

prt twoo !!

!! Warnings: nsfw, overstimulation, m!dom, f!sub, degradation, m! masturbation, Dennis being a bitch at the start, etc.

a/n !! Best believe that I'm not gonna translate this bc there's so much to translate, so just put it into any translator besides Google translate bc it gives wrong answers lol 👸🏾 !!

Her eyes dilated and her face turned the smallest shade of pink to that nickname, god how she loved that. "What? You don't have anything to say, mami?" Dennis cooed, letting his hand drop to his girlfriend's clothes clit and rubbing it agonizingly slow, triggering her to grit her teeth let out a small whimper.

The lights in Dennis'lab were dimly lit, giving the room an eerie loo. Multiple screws, tools, and inventions were on several, wide, different desks, outlining the perimeter of the workshop. While there were tools and robots, there was a variety of plants on floating counters as well, giving the room a calm undertone despite the shady look.

But Victoria didn't care, she just wanted to get her brains fucked out by her boyfriend like any other slut would.

"D-dennis.. touch me more.." Victoria begged, grinding her crotch harder against his hand before he suddenly swiped it away, immediately alerting her and causing her to look up at Dennis with a glare.

"¡¿Qué cojones?! Dammit Dennis!!- Ngh!!" Dennis roughly yanked her forward, triggering her to whimper in pain and pleasure. "¿Lo quieres, princesa?" He asked, trailing his hands down her body, feeling each and every lump and curve. Victoria frantically nodded before attempting to grind against the taller figure.

From that acceptance, Dennis immediately hoisted Victoria upward, yanked off her panties and tossed them on the floor, licking a long line up her sex making her let out a high moan. "Oh? you're so loud, aren't you? Come on, make so more noises for me, yeah?" Dennis asked, looking up at her with lidded eyes and giving her a wink before sticking his tongue into her entrance, her walls clamping tightly on the cold piercing on Dennis' tongue, triggering Victoria to moan in shock and sudden pleasure.

"Qué puta de mierda, I can't wait to try this new thing on you." Dennis hissed, grabbing something from his main desk before setting Victoria on the edge of it and getting on top of me."I-is it new?" She asked, wrapping her legs around Dennis hips, slowly pulling his sweats off to take a look at his throbbing cock. "Mhm" Dennis hummed, grinding against my entrance, and biting her neck making him groan softly and Victoria scream in pleasure.

"S-stop teasing me D-dennis!!" She moaned, shutting her eyes from the pleasure. "If that's what my disgusting slut wants." Dennis said, before letting go of me and grabbing..a vibrator? " She leaned toward Dennis while pressing her bare chest against his as a attempt to break his confidence.

"You did all of that for me, baby?~"

It didn't work,

Instead it made his ego increase.

"Porque sabía que a tu sucio culo le gustaría esta mierda, ¿no? Contéstame maldita puta."

Dennis answered, using two fingers to lift up her chin, making Victoria whimper from the names.

He's so fucking hot.

And she wanted him to shove his dick inside her immediately, fuck the foreplay.

"S-shut up." She stuttered, having a pout on her face before abruptly moaning loudly and having a wave of pleasure hit her like a train due to Dennis shoving the vibrator inside her. "D-Dennis!!!" She yelled, grabbing onto his shoulders as support. "oh? you like that, Cariño? Yeah? You do? Come on, moan louder for me slut." Dennis said, laced with a mocking tone, starting to jack himself off to her moans.

"¡¡Joder!! ¡¡Es demasiado!! ¡¡Dios, Dennis!!" She cried out, burying her head into his neck and thrusting up against the toy, making him let out a chuckle before starting to do the same, shifting his hips forward, making her yelp in pleasure and Dennis groan lowly, hitching his breath in pleasure.

"¡¡O-Oh!! Dios, Dennis por favor sube el volumen al maximo! por favor Dennis!!" Victoria begged, gripping Donnie's shoulders and scratching at it, leaving deep and visible marks on his skin.

"Whatever you say, but you asked for this." Dennis warned, grabbing the vibrator with his free hand and holding it in his hand, and swinging it around his index finger, making even more desperate due to his teasing.

Suddenly, Dennis turned up the vibrator to the max making Victoria scream in the sudden pleasure, letting their grip go on Dennis' shoulders from the endless vibrations inside them and cumming all over Dennis' crotch. "Aahhah!!!-" "Shut your mouth, no one wants to hear that shit." Dennis purred, before grunting, letting Victoria know that he was getting close. "A-are you getting close baby?.." Victoria cooed, still stuttering due to her just climaxing from the vibrator.

"Y-yeah.. g-goddamn!" Dennis moaned out, stroking his cock even harder, trying to make himself climax as well. Victoria bit their lip from the noises and the view right in front of their eyes that they had no choice but to get themselves off once more."Ugh...I-i'm gonna!- fuck!! Ngh!!~"

Dennis moaned, cumming all over Victoria's lips, making them yelp in shock from the sudden extra layer of warmth dabbed across their pantie line down to their entrance.

"Fuck, Cariño... God you treat me so well.."

#pink #i want dick #black art #black oc #my eyes burn #smut #transgender oc #trans oc #across the spiderverse #spidersona #i hate tags #dunno what else to tag #hmmmm #oh well #luv u mwah #lovely moots 💕#moots <3 #I love mitsuri

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alrightberries · 4 years

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about.

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own.

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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teklarn · 3 years

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katuski bakugou x gn!reader

a/n : y’all this was gonna be for kirishima bc i love possessive kiri but like it works so well with bakugou. first part will be from third pov, following parts will be from second pov (reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3)

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention.

genre: uhh idk a lil bit teeny-weeny dash of angst i guess

warnings: mild cursing, possessive bakugou, mutual pining, jealousy, aged-up to third year, possessive y/n, love triangle (square?), implied manga spoilers but not directly stated, tiny bitta tokage slander (sorry lol), slow burn romance (like SLOWWW SLOW BURN), lowkey enemies to lovers, like a lotta tension between bakugou and y/n

word count: 3k

UNEDITED w/ minimal or no typos. i shoved it into grammarly’s ass and prayed for the best okay

here’s pt 2 loves <3

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y/n was used to picking and their skin, irritated at the girls fawning over bakugou. they were always on the sidelines, watching from afar, jealousy warping their heart. could these stupid girls not see that bakugou didn’t even care for their attention?

this time it was setsuna tokage who was begging for his eyes on her. y/n assumed it started in their first year when they’d been put against one another when the classes still had a clashing rivalry. (they still did, much more tame now, however.)

she leaned forwards, tugging on his short sleeve. bakugou’s uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder. he’d lost a lot of his angry demeanor from when he was younger, however it was easy to tell when he was pissed. it was inevitable he wasn’t going to lose his temper entirely.

it was easy to ignore the girls—most of the time, at least. what was ticking y/n off the most was the fact that bakugou didn’t seem pissed at all. his face was neutral, almost like the perfect mirror of todoroki on a daily basis. his eyes were not fired up in his usual ‘get the hell off of me’ manner. he was relaxed.

it didn’t seem like he reciprocated tokage’s feelings, however he wasn’t doing anything to get her off him and it was pissing y/n off to no end.

her sensuous lips were pushed into a slight pucker as she spoke, arching her back in a manner that made it appear much more provocative than she probably intended.

bakugou stood there, eyes flicking from her grasp on his sleeve and back up to her eyes. he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, only kept looking her up and down. not in a romantic way, of course. right?

y/n scoffed at themselves. they swallowed the lump in their throat, shoving down the pinging envy in their chest with it. why wasn’t he reacting?

heat rushed to y/n’s cheeks. why do i care?

tokage was nearing his face. she didn’t have any intent to press her lips to his, which y/n was more than glad for.

y/n had come to the conclusion they had feelings for the explosive boy weeks ago. perhaps they always had, but now that they were fully conscious of them... gosh, it was frustrating.

“you’re staring again.”

y/n turned to see kirishima, the only other person who knew about their feelings for bakugou. he’d lost the twinkle in his eyes after first year. he’d picked up a dominating sneer and a withering glare reserved for anyone who desired to cross his friends. everyone at UA had after what went down. it was a shock most of them survived anything.

“so?” y/n snapped, shoving their hands away and kicking a pebble before them. kirishima and y/n continued their walk through the courtyard.

“so it makes you look creepy.”

“no, it doesn’t. he didn’t even notice me.”

kirishima snapped his fingers. “partially my point here. that’s bakugou katsuki, you really think he’s going to notice you?”

“excuse me?”

kirishima pursed his lips, twiddling his thumbs. “i didn’t mean it like that, y/n. it’s just...well, he has so much to work for.”

y/n raised a brow, questioning his nervous antics.

he continued. “bakugou works hard. probably the hardest worker in UA aside from midoriya. and it’s bakugou. he doesn’t really see a point in relationships. you know that.”

“it’s not like i’m looking for anything with him, though. gosh, kirishima, you’re acting like this is some school girl crush.”

he tilted his head, giving y/n a look that screamed, are you really sure it’s not though?

y/n huffed out a breath, crossing their arms. they’d already vomited up their feelings, why all of a sudden call it a crush? sure, it was a tiny crush that was no larger than the brain of a dinosaur.

“i can swear that it isn’t, kirishima. you’re looking too deep into things,” y/n defended once again.

the red-head held his hands up in surrender, sucking his lips in to avoid another snarky comment slipping out.

the two looked up at the towering building that had been home to them for the past three years: Heights Alliance.

during their second year, the teachers had settled with having the dorms set up in a way that allowed the students’ rooms to be set up in a gender-neutral fashion. they’d been able to select new dorms beside whomever they wished. rooming next to kirishima was a blast, but the only person bakugou wanted to room next to was him.

mina had moved in next to you, and kaminari to her right, and sero right across from y/n.

y/n had no issue being squished between a group notorious for their goofiness and ability to never take anything seriously, however (especially on weekends) they were exceptionally loud to the point they were sure China could hear the blaring music.

friday was finally going to be over in a few hours. y/n felt a giddiness well up inside them, anticipating the weekend. it’d been a rough few days, for everyone, not just them.

class 1A had been bombarded with assignments and pop quizzes. y/n was lucky they finished it all in class. some of the homework was finished when they’d sacrificed their precious free time to get it done, but in the end, it was worth it all.

y/n let their bag sag down their arms as they entered Heights Alliance.

bakugou had just been asked out on a date. for the third time. first time, he’d denied. second time, he had to shove tokage off him. third time, he’d calmly accepted her offer, and she’d skipped away with more than a smile.

she’d squeezed his bicep, gave him a wink and an unnecessary peck on the cheek that bakugou had wiped off the moment she turned her back. he was now in his bathroom and, despite her not wearing any lipstick, he was scrubbing his cheek raw so that the skin was a blotchy red.

the date was tonight, and he found himself wanting to go, and questioning why he accepted in the first place.

bakugou forgot about tokage the second he won that match his first year and tossed her in the cage. he only noticed her when she and her group of friends giggled and passed by. (it was mostly her chortling, but whatever.)

he continued rubbing his cheek aggressively with a scratchy towel. he was repulsed by how he had stood there without bothering to snap at her to leave him alone for the third time.

instead, bakugou’s mind had buffered, and if he was in a video game, he had surely glitched. he should probably just tell tokage he didn’t want to go anymore. in fact, he never wanted to go in the first place and wants to jump out his window and escape.

it was almost comedic. the thought of him going out on a date? goodness, he wanted to throw up.

as he continued scrubbing the cloth along his cheek, bakugou found himself more than grateful for how much his quirk made him sweat. if it wasn’t for the nitroglycerin-like substance he produced, his skin would be scratched and dried up.

a knock sounded at his door. silence came, until the knock found its way to his ears. a set of three knocks, then five, then it was a needy banging.

whoever was on the other side heard his audible groan and shuffling feet dragging across the floor, because they knocked a lot harder.

he swung the door open, hinges crying out.

bakugou’s upper lip curled in disgust. tokage twirled her hair around a finger, eyelashes sticking together with mascara. “katsuki,’ she greeted.

his eyes narrowed on her. “don’t call me that.”

“what should I be calling you, then? baby? or honey?”

oh yes, bakugou wanted to vomit. what even was her name again? whatever, it didn’t matter. “lizard teeth, listen. i-”

“lizard teeth? why would you address me like that?”

“because i don’t know your damn name, alright? i don’t-”

“tokage. need me to spell it out for you?”

“no. shut up. i need to-”

“you should remember it, because i was one of the few who got in through recommendations, remember?”

“and yet here you are in class 1B. can you shut the hell up now?”

“well, you’re just being shitty.”

“why are you here, tokage.” more of a demand than a question, as bakugou’s questions always came across if he ever bothered to ask them.

“because, for our date tonight, I need to pick up some things and I really hope you’re up for coming with me.”

“no.”

“please?”

“no. stop pushing. and I don’t want to-”

“come on, grouchy.” tokage activated her quirk, one scale slipping into his dorm and pushing him towards her. she gripped the collar of his shirt and grinned. “come with me for a short bit, and I’ll count that as our date, m’kay?”

bakugou opened his mouth once more to protest, but tokage silenced him by pressing one slender finger to his lips.

“I’m fully aware you don’t want to go on this date with me.”

he relaxed, shoulders slumping. if bakugou was younger, if he was even just a little bit more stubborn as he had been before, perhaps he’d be out of this mess already, or never in it in the first place.

tokage let her hand fall back to her side—both of them. the scale returned to her lower calf; the jet-black leggings she wore now had a perfect hole in them.

“do you think i’m dense, bakugou?”

“then why ask me out?” bakugou felt himself leaning back.

“because if i can get under the skin of that stupid little...what do you like to call them? stupid little extras? yeah, that stupid extra who can’t stop fluttering googly-eyes at you every minute, then i’ll be perfectly content.”

“who the hell are you talking about?”

“alright, so you are oblivious.” tokage took a step back and crossed her arms. “are you both unaware of how you’ve both been pining for each other’s attention? y/n, that classmate of yours.”

“...y/n?”

“do you know their name or do i have to describe in excruciating detail what they look like?”

“no, no i know who you’re talking about. but you’ve got to be shitting me, alright? there’s nothing there.”

“i’m from 1B, and if there’s something going on in 1A, monoma is going to tell us.”

“shithead, get out of my face.”

“you still have to go out with me.”

“why the f-”

“because, bakugou. if you don’t, i’ll be sure to make sure y/n knows about your feelings, whether they’re real or not.”

“why would they care? more importantly, why would you care?”

y/n kicked their feet up and down, a lollipop in their left hand, phone in their other. kirishima was in his bathroom while y/n was playing a game on their phone. they’d stashed away a bunch of candy back in their dorm and had snatched a handful for the two of them to share while hanging out in kirishima’s.

he was currently combing a hand through his hair, and then proceeded to rummage through his cabinets.

kirishima emerged with his lips puckered. “want to come to the drug mart with me?” he stuck a thumb to his door.

“what for?” y/n didn’t take a glance away from their phone.

“this.” he chuckled softly. when y/n looked up, kirishima had two fingers parting his hair. the roots were a jet black, just growing long enough to become the slightest bit visible.

“you’re going to fry your hair.” they were already shoving their phone away and tossing their sucker into the trash bin.

“it’s a monthly tradition to do this, y/n. it would be fried by now if i was bad at it,” he joked, tapping his roots once more.

y/n laughed alongside him as they exited the room.

it was late, and the lights made everything feel like it was set in a world of backrooms. when the rest of the world is sleeping, it is more than quiet, and nothing feels real―possibly in the best ways.

kirishima scratched at his chin, staring intensely at the hair-dye boxes lined neatly on the shelf before them.

y/n tapped their foot, not out of impatience, but because of the creep staring at them through the aisle. yes, through.

between the boxes of hair dye and scattered makeup products, the beady eyes of setsuna tokage could be seen. she smirked when she tugged her hostage closer.

bakugou’s height had shot up to around six feet in the past two years, so all that was visible was his chest and the black sweatshirt loosely hanging off it, however his grumbling and stream of colorful language was unmistakable. it was him.

“you okay?”

y/n’s head snapped to their friend. “what?”

“you seem on edge. is something wrong?”

“nothing. nothing is wrong.”

“you sure? if you need to talk, i’m here.”

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. don’t worry.”

“alright.” kirishima held up a box, wiggling it in one hand. “got it.” he gave y/n a toothy grin.

“good.” y/n snatched his arm up and dragged him along.

“woah,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle, tugging his arm back. “what’s got you in a hurry?”

“nothing,” y/n said, shrugging. “just wanna get home.”

gosh, kirishima knew them too well. his eyes squinted just a bit, and there was that playful grin lingering on his lips, just ghosting over his face, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him. instead of pointing out the obvious, which was standing just a few aisles behind, kirishima decided to play around. “goodness, honey, the kids are going to be fine back home.”

heat raced to y/n’s face. “what?”

kirishima winked. “it’s nice that you care about them, but care about me a little, would’ya? i miss you, too,” he said a tad louder.

this caught bakugou’s attention. his eyes clashed with y/n’s, and he didn’t look away until y/n did. even a few seconds after, y/n still felt the blaring heat of his gaze upon them.

kirishima slung an arm around his friend, enjoying their flustered image. of course, he would never even think about pushing boundaries. the thought never crossed his mind, but he knew they’d let him know if they were uncomfortable.

when y/n looked back as kirishima led them away, bakugou’s jaw was clenched, and his eyes were alight with jealousy.

of course, y/n didn’t notice the emotion flaring.

tokage smirked, clutching his loose sleeve.

y/n looked back to their friend, and kirishima flashed them another knowing smile. bakugou was getting antsy with his best friends’ hands all over y/n. well, not all over, but a tap on the shoulder was enough.

despite the way kirishima’s face dropped, y/n swiped his arm away and wandered over to tokage a bit more angrily than intended. they glanced up to bakugou, who was reaching up to retrieve something for tokage.

“what brings you guys here? didn’t expect to see you.” inside, y/n was screaming. gosh, their heart was angry.

“just running errands together.”

bakugou? going for errands? with tokage?

“cool, cool,” y/n said, nodding. “i was doing the same with kirishima.” they paused, awkward silence filling the space.

impatient as ever, bakugou tossed the item into tokage’s basket and clicked his tongue.

y/n didn’t know why. why were they being so stubborn? despite their protesting thoughts and their entire body screaming to hold back, y/n wrapped their fingers around bakugou’s wrist.

“actually, bakugou, i have something to ask you. i need your opinion on it. you’re smart, right?” y/n’s voice lifted at the end. although they couldn’t see the, what the hell are you doing face kirishima was making behind them as subtly as possible, they could definitely feel the glare burning into their back.

“tch, of course i’m smart, shithead.”

“good.”

“we’re actually kind of in a rush,” tokage spat out, snappier than usual.

“do you think i fight okay? i need someone with a perspective like yours to know if i do.”

“what kind of question is that, dumbass? i don’t care if you can fight well or not, just so long as i can beat the shit outta ya.”

tokage let out a low growl.

y/n smirked, hand still around bakugou’s wrist. “i’d like to know if i can beat you, then, so you can tell me if i’m good or not.”

ohgoshohgoshohgosh where was this coming from?

bakugou squinted. he leaned in closer, like he didn’t hear them. “speak up.”

y/n knew he heard them correctly, but he got awfully close.

feeling a little sneaky themselves, y/n ghosted their fingers over his strong jaw, tilting his head closer so they could speak clearly into his ear. “let’s train together,” y/n said, staring tokage dead in the eyes.

it was a stupid rivalry, really. they’d both been accepted through recommendations. they’d been friends all throughout middle school, and yet when y/n made it into 1A, tokage felt it a necessity to excel at everything and rub it in their face. no way was y/n letting them get away with this.

“i want to see how strong i am.” y/n let their voice drop just a bit. “you’re strong, right?”

“are you taunting me?” bakugou said, voice nearly a whisper. he still hadn’t moved from leaning down and hadn’t bothered to move y/n’s fingertips from his jaw.

“absolutely not.” y/n sent a small grin in the direction of their rival. “let’s just see who can beat who. we’ve never been against one another like this.”

tokage huffed, tugging bakugou back. his eyes were softened when they met y/n’s, and there was simmering, small grin on his face.

tokage, however, looked less intrigued. “he’s not your boyfriend.”

y/n shrugged, already backing away. they spread their arms in a mockery of surrender. “he’s not yours, either.”

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it-be-sid · 2 years

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My King Dedede Figurine process - Part 1

Before I started, I made a mock-up of the anticipated final product out of play-doh. I did this to get an idea of what kind of size and pose I wanted beforehand.

My actual Dedede figurine began life as three rolled up clumps of tin foil. One small ball for his head, one big ball for his belly, and a flattened piece to fill the space between for his neck and chest. The belly ball is about twice the size of the head ball, the same proportion I use when drawing King Dedede by hand.

I shoved two twisted pieces of decorative wire into the bottom of the belly ball for his legs, and hot-glued them in place. I made another long piece of twisted wire as a “spine”, and glued the belly and chest pieces to it to form his basic body armature. I made the spine jut out slightly on the bottom for a tailbone. I bored a hole into the bottom of the head ball, and left some of the spine sticking out so I could attach it later.

After that, I cut down the leg wires to size, and began building up air dry clay on his belly. I made two large clumps for his feet and skewered them onto the leg wires. Once they were hard and rigid, I put clay between the feet and belly for his legs to make them sturdier. Though not shown here, I put a nail on top of the chest piece, where his shoulders would be, and put glue and clay around it. I pulled it out to leave a hole where I could attach his arms.

About the clay real quick: I used Das air dry modeling clay. It’s pretty malleable fresh out of the package, but once it’s been opened, it tends to become pretty solid and hard to use, even if you keep it in a sealable bag, like I did. I took chunks of it from the package and soaked them in water overnight to make the clay easier to sculpt with. I even soaked some so long that it turned into a wet paste, which I brushed onto the figure with a paintbrush to build up mass and sculpt the smaller, more detailed parts of the figurine. Now, back to my process.

While I waited for that to dry, I began making his arms out of more wire, tin foil, and hot glue, again, leaving wire sticking out at the shoulders that I could glue to the armature later. (Didn’t photograph this part. Oops). I bent them into the shape I wanted before beefing them up a little with hot glue so I wouldn’t have to rely on so much clay. The reason I did the arms separately was so I could get the proportions right. Once I was satisfied with them, I glued the exposed wire to the top of the chest piece. When I was satisfied with their basic shape, I glued the exposed wire into the shoulder holes.

For his robe, I took a piece of thicker copper wire and bent it into the appropriate curve. I glue the ends to his shoulders and bend the rest around his body as needed to outline the trim of the robe.

Also, as you can see here, I used a paintbrush to position his hammer-holding arm and sculpted his hand around that so he’d hold the hammer at the right angle.

I used bath tissue and mod podge to paper mache a flat sheet between his back and the wire. When it hardened, I applied more clay on top to smooth out the folds and lumps.

I started building up mass on his chest, arms, legs, and belly with more wet clay, as well as forming the trim of his robe. It was at this point I started working on his head as well. (Bc Dedede’s headless body was starting to creep me out). I molded some wet clay around his head, and formed the beginnings of his beak out of 3 clay balls, which I then carved a mouth into.

I think that’s a good place to leave off for now. Go eat a snack or something, and then click here for part 2!

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littoraly-art · 3 years

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😌 💕 i feel so loved, thank youu

and might I say, you have a Very Big Brain

also 👉👈 Im sorry for the weird ask format bc uh somehow I deleted the original draft but was able to screenshot the ask bc.. long story, ANYWAYS

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A/N: this will be slightly divergent from my previous baby!Lamb fics. (But only because I briefly mentioned Geralt in my last one)

A/N 2.0: im gonna start doing page breaks for my fics bc it'll be easier organization

• General

• Fluff

• Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt

• Wolf Pup Shenanigans

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The first inkling of Eskel's suspicions started with when he set about making Lambert's new poppet.

He was seated on the low wall–the one that bordered the vegetable garden–and were basking in the warmth of the sun that gently tickled their skin. They'd been given an afternoon of free play and Lambert, for one, liked watching for birds so that he could scare them off with lots of yelling, accompanied by the brandishing of a stick. He said it was much more fun than dealing with the other students and definitely much more fun than sitting in the library with Vesemir.

Eskel couldn't blame him.

The older boy was balanced on the wall with his legs tucked into a neat criss-crossed position so that all of his materials could sit in his lap as he worked. He really didn't mind accompanying Lambert out there because he could sew just as well out there as he could anywhere else. Plus, it was fun to listen to the other wolf chatter on about his day.

Said redhead was walking himself along the wall, balancing and doing little pirouettes every so often. And, every so often, Eskel would pipe up, "wrong," causing Lambert to freeze before righting his footing. Oh, and sticking his tongue out at the older boy.

"Can you give the poppet hair?"

Eskel lifted his eyes to watch as Lambert spun yet again before the other boy jumped down and snatched up his stick from where it was laying on the ground.

"Hair? Like.."

"Like the ones in the shops down in Ard Carraigh," Lambert chirped in response, remembering back to the city he'd only ever been through once. He flashed a grin at Eskel as he climbed back up onto the low wall, now with mock sword in hand.

"You know you're not supposed to practice your drills alone."

There was a dramatic sigh and a roll of Lambert's eyes as he began smacking, along the wall with his stick, instead. "So.. Can you give it hair?"

"I.. sure?" Eskel tipped his head to the side in brief consideration and then dropped his eyes back to the item in his hands, returning to his sewing. Watching as the needle swam in and out of the soft linen fabric. Pricking his finger every so often as his tongue lightly poked out between his teeth. "..What color? Red, like yours?" Not that he knew where he'd find that color. They didn't have any dyed yarn that he was allowed to use, that he knew of.

"No. White."

Eskel paused as he lifted his eyes back to watch his friend as the younger boy was now trying to whack the stick against the heavy bough of the half dead tree that stood, gnarled, on the other side of the wall.

"White?"

"Yeah, I want it to be white."

Eskel regarded the other curiously with a tiny little smile before looking back down at his project, yet again. "I don't think we have any white yarn. How about grey or brown?"

Lambert halted in thought, holding his stick above his head with both hands. It only took a moment's consideration before he nodded lightly. "Grey works."

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The second instance, that Eskel stumbled upon, seemed to only confirm his suspicions.

Lambert was perched on a rickety bench that sat to the side of the training yard and he was watching raptly as one of older mentors was running Eskel's peer group through a drill that incorporated Aard. Eskel was stood off to the side to observe since he was the most adept at Signs than the rest of his peers. This allowed him to help call out mistakes, when need. And, at the moment, it allowed him the opportunity to look over and see that Lambert was zoned in on one student in particular.

Geralt.

The white haired boy was a mischievous, headstrong thing who had quite the aptitude for the graceful maneuvers of the Wolf School. His chin length, slightly curly hair was held back with a simple brown headband and the item effectively kept his hair out of his face as he twisted about in the drilled sequence.

Lambert had his knees tucked against his chest, arms wrapped 'round them and his chin settled softly on top as he studied the scene in front of him. His wide eyes followed every single movement as he murmured the names of each maneuver, under his breath.

As Eskel was called back into the group, he made a mental note to give the poppet a headband along with the white hair, and he grinned to himself.

Leave it to Geralt to inspire such dazzled eyes and intent focus.

Lambert had really come down to the training yard so that he could grab Eskel once he was done for the day. He had a whole list of things he wanted to do before dinner and he absolutely needed Eskel to join him in his plans. It wasn't fun to get up to trouble alone, after all.

He however realized that, as he sat to wait for Eskel, he could just as happily take that time to watch Geralt.

Geralt was the best.

He was strong and fast and funny and stubborn and so very sure of himself and goodness! Just everything that Lambert could ever dream of being.

But, he had never interacted with him before. Oh, no, no. Lambert couldn't risk that. What if Geralt thought he was dumb like the other boys did? What if he thought it was weird that Lambert looked up to him as a role model? He could not risk that.

He wouldn't know what to do if that happened.

So, there he sat, for the entire session. He sat, quiet and respectful, not interrupting so that he wouldn't be asked to leave. (Which definitely had never ever happened before..)

At the end, when all the equipment was being packed up and put away, Lambert jumped up from his spot and began making his way across the yard. He clasped his hands behind him and took steps that had a subtle little skip to them, running over his list of plans in his head.

That was when he froze, though. He watched, while holding his breath, as Geralt slung his arm around Eskel's neck and the two older boys laughed together about.. well, something. Lambert's eyes were as wide as could be and he brought his hands in front of himself to fidget as he took a couple steps back.

Oh.

The conversation between the two continued on before Eskel spotted Lambert, giving him an easy grin. He then, to Lambert's horror, began to guide Geralt over, arm around his friend's middle as they still chattered.

Once it was confirmed that they were definitely headed towards him, Lambert spooked. He was not ready to meet Geralt. Not like this.

He had an utterly embarrassed expression on his face and fidgeted with his hands more before twisting on his heel and taking off.

Not today.

"Lamb?"

Eskel knocked on the door that was already partially open but then he stuck his head into the room, where he spotted a large lump underneath the blanket that was draped over the far bed. The older boy smiled lightly and then slipped inside the room, gently closing the door behind him.

"Are you asleep?"

"Mm.."

"Did I just wake you?"

"..No." The voice that came after a little groan, and the sound of a yawn, said otherwise and Eskel's smile widened.

"Okay, well, sit up because I have something for you," Eskel hummed and then climbed onto the bed, holding the finished poppet in his lap. "'t's gonna to be dinner time soon anyways."

A fiery mop of curls revealed itself from under the covers and Lambert sat up fully, turning to Eskel with a tilt to his head. Questioning. Until he saw tha finished poppet, that is.

"It's done!"

"Yep. Here you go," He laughed as he handed it over. "And it looks enough like Geralt, don't you think?"

Lambert held it at arm's length with a grin before frowning quickly and furrowing his little brows. "It's not.. that's not why–"

"Well, sure it is," Eskel laughed again, good naturedly and then shifted so that he could flop onto his back, laying next to Lambert. "I can see how much you look up to him."

"That's not.."

"Nothing wrong with it, Lamb."

Lambert eyed him for a long moment and then dropped onto his back as well, so that they could lay shoulder to shoulder, as he hugged the poppet to his chest.

"..Do you like it?"

"Yeah, you did a good job," Lambert mumbled and then nudged his elbow into Eskel's side. "Thanks."

They fell into a comfortable silence as they both stared up at the ceiling, where hewn timbers ran from one side to the other. Eskel could practically feel Lambert thinking so he left him to that, knowing the other boy would speak up eventually.

And sure enough, he did.

"You're friends with him?"

"Who?"

He knew who.

"You know who."

"Who?"

"Geralt.." Lambert huffed and whined in annoyance as he kicked his foot against Eskel's leg.

"Oh.. him," Eskel stressed, teasing his friend and earning himself another light kick. "Yeah. I am. We've been friend since before me an' you were friends."

That made Lambert sit up with another huff, this one sounding particularly offended. "What? And you never told me?" He complained loudly.

"I didn't know you wanted to know..!" Eskel responded, laughing as he shook his head. "And how did you not know? We always do stuff together."

"Well–" Lambert frowned and then shoved Eskel's knees that were in a bent position, with his feet flat on the mattress. "I just didn't know!"

"Alright, alright."

Another bout of silence settled and Eskel was grinning to himself as Lambert stared down at his poppet with a look of intense focus. He draped an arm over his face so that his elbow covered his mouth; he really was trying to stop himself from laughing.

"Can I meet him?" The younger trainee said quietly, playing with the arms of the doll.

"Yeah. Go ahead. I think he's probably already down, ready for dinner."

"No!" The redhead shook his head and gave a pout as he looked up and hugged the poppet back against his chest. "You have to introduce me to him."

Eskel quirked a brow and then gave a laugh–one that he quickly apologized for when Lambert whined in offense. "Why?"

"Because.. Because I dunno what I would say," He explained in embarrassment, looking down and Eskel found himself making a sympathetic noise.

"He's just another kid like us. Just say hi."

"No.." He whined more insistently and shook his head. "You have to do it. Please, please, please? Esk, pleeeease?" He pouted more after drawing out the 'long e' sound.

"Ugh, come on." Eskel clambered off the bed and then stood up, snagging his fingers around Lambert's arm.

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"Geralt?" Eskel reached out to tap his friend's shoulder, and showed a sunshiny smile immediately as the other boy twisted around on the bench.

"What.. do you need?" He said slowly as he eyed Lambert–who was clutching onto Eskel's hand and partially hiding himself, eyes huge and round once again–curiously with a slight laugh.

"Lamb here wanted to meet you but wasn't sure what to say because he's embarrassed and shy," Eskel explained, to which Lambert immediately argued,

"What? Why would you tell him that? Prick!"

Geralt grinned and pushed himself to his feet as his hands settled on his hips. "He doesn't sound shy."

"Yeah! M'not!" There was a roll of eyes and huff from the youngest of the three as he let go of Eskel's hand. He folded his arms and stomped a foot.

Eskel had a proud smile on his face, having known that that would successfully crack Lambert out of his shell. The redhead was always quick to argue with things like that.

"So, Lamb?"

"Lambert." Said boy lifted his chin in a stubborn way, after correcting the nickname, and sticking out his hand for a handshake.

Geralt and Eskel smiled even more as they exchanged glances.

"Nice to meet you, Lambert," Geralt hummed and clasped the other boy's smaller hand and tilted his head to the side as he laughed. "Want to sit next to me during dinner?"

As his hand was dropped and that invitation extended, Lambert glanced over to Eskel with another wide eyed expression. Eskel simply shrugged with a big smile as he walked away to find his own spot.

He then looked back to Geralt who was gesturing to the bench with a raised brow and Lambert straightened himself up more, eyes bright.

"Would I ever !"

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faebriel · 3 years

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ok ok I'm insane and couldn't pick one so have two (no need to answer both if you don't want to)

“You talk to him.” Not kindly, but he does.

“I’m used to him,” he shoots back. “I’m the only person who is.”

That makes Niki feel something, some uncomfortable tug in her chest. She mentally kicks herself. It’s not jealousy, she reminds herself, because despite the near-cliff jumping and the long nights without food and the nuclear fallout that has punctuated her last few months, being jealous of Tommy would be the least reasonable thing she’s allowed herself to be, maybe ever.

“You don’t believe me,” Tommy says flatly. “You never - eugh.” He cuts himself off with another ragged sigh, running a hand down his face. “Look, Niki, it’s - we were all together in Pogtopia, right? But I was there first. With him. And you didn’t see the start of it, it was horrible, and I’m glad no one else saw the beginning of it either but it was still just so shit and he kept saying all these terrible things about Tubbo and Fundy and you and,” he takes a shaky breath, “then, when I died, I saw him.”

Her breath catches in her throat.

Well, the voice in the back of her head whistles. If you were still wondering about all this afterlife bullshit, if you want to know where you’re going after your third life, here you go.

and

“You didn’t even - this isn’t about L’Manberg, Wilbur!” Niki shouts.

And then he stops, breathing hard, and he looks at Niki the same way he does whenever her voice is being drowned out in a crowd - the way he does when he wants to hear her, when he wants to know what she has to say.

“What else is there?” he asks.

Niki freezes. Stock still, unable to move, unable to breathe, ice threading its way through her gut, her chest, her shoulders, chilled down to the bone. With slow-dawning horror, she can feel hot tears welling up behind her eyes, sitting in her throat, threatening to spill over into a sob. She swallows - to keep her cool, to stay calm, to keep it together -

And then, something in her chest just snaps.

“You said you’d come back for me!” she cries, and her voice hitches on the lump of tears at the back of her throat and god, she sounds absolutely pathetic. Wilbur’s face softens immediately, which somehow just makes her feel even worse. “In Manberg. When Schlatt put me in prison, and you and Tommy were in Pogtopia, you said you’d break me out when it was safe. I waited for weeks , Wilbur. It was… it was horrible.”

“Niki…” a kaleidoscope of emotions flicker across his face, and he seems unsure which to settle on. “We got you out though, right? After the festival.”

“You looked for the button first,” she says quietly, and he stills.

Her sniffling sounds embarrassingly loud against the quiet background of night.

thank you sm!!! i’m gonna put these under the cut because they got a little long sorry (tw for discussion of suicidal ideation)

to preface: tommy is kind of the accidental but incredibly necessary invisible support beam for niki and wilbur’s making amends in bitter. niki cannot accept wilbur’s actions and apology without first acknowledging her own actions and making steps towards an apology, because otherwise it kind of falls flat? in that ending scene niki finally gets what wilbur is feeling and wilbur finally gets that someone else knows how he feels (it’s not perfect 100% yet, but…. that’ll get explored later)

onto the actual snippet! “tommy talks to wilbur - not kindly, but he does” was very important to me! tommy has stuck by wilbur ever since pogtopia, but the tragedy is that he is not equipped to deal with wilbur’s issues, and it shows. wilbur’s first stream after revival depicts this really clearly, where tommy tails wilbur around the whole time but insults him, is still stuck on calling him the villain, physically fights him at some point, etc. on one hand this isn’t healthy but on the other hand tommy is actually around, which is more than can be said for basically any other ally wilbur has had on the dsmp, maybe excluding his dad, who literally killed him lmfao.

this whole issue is exacerbated by the fact that tommy believes that he is the only person who properly understands wilbur, the only person who gets what happened to him, and feels like wilbur is generally his burden to bear. he failed to stop wilbur from both 1. hurting other people and 2. killing himself after the pogtopia-manberg war - and he doesn’t trust wilbur not to do either of those things again, so he’s stuck hovering around wilbur while wilbur is inadvertently setting off his own trauma and feeling responsible for any way he might fuck up and hating that but not wanting to leave. tommy’s memory isn’t perfect and he isn’t a perfect narrator, what he remembers from pogtopia the most were the scariest parts and that’s understandable but it means he’s holding wilbur to the worst expectations of behaviour (and he does so very vocally). the others showed up later, sure, but in tommy’s eyes he’s the only one who saw wilbur’s descent, and by the time they showed up wilbur had already changed irreversably. tommy tries to rationalise this by splitting the ‘different wilburs’ apart from each other in his head (he does this in canon too - there’s one quote from like late 2020 where he says he and tubbo need to keep on going for who wilbur used to be, not who he became, even though they’re,, the same person), and no one challenges that perspective, so he just keeps doing it even though it’s not healthy for him or wilbur.

and then limbo happened and, oh geez, THAT didn’t help jhfaskjjfsa

tommy is on a bit of a knife edge with niki in this fic. niki’s in this state of “ok, he’s annoying whatever, i’m moving on”, but all tommy knows is that she tried to kill him that one time, disappeared off the face of the map, joined a book club with two people who definitely do not like him, and now is just acting weirdly mellow and polite. she is not someone he wants near wilbur bc what the fuck is she gonna do? what is he gonna do? who knows. he’s frustrated that niki doesn’t seem to acknowledge how he’s feeling (especially bc once upon a time she would have been someone he trusted to acknowledge them - they were friends, they fought together) and he’s taking a big step by telling someone about his concerns here, especially bc tommy doesn’t really like talking about them at all. he wouldn’t be saying absolutely anything to niki if he didn’t truly believe she should stay away from wilbur, even if he’s wrong about him. (sometimes i think i write tommy as a little too emotionally mature here but it all goes out the window when wilbur’s brought up. idk if that balances it out)

ok onto niki: this is the first she has actually heard of limbo! she’s only just come around to the fact that resurrection is possible at all. death is kind of a touchy subject for niki both in general and re: wilbur in the fic - she’s coming off of a period in her life where suicidal ideation was, uh, a big thing (whether you want to read that into canon or not is subjective, that’s just the angle i went with in this fic). the sudden existence of a life after death, miserable as it is - and whether she really believes in such a place, when it only exists in tommy and wilbur’s words - that is a lot of information for her to absorb all at once. death is a weird connection point for tommy and niki here, coming right off of the fact that they’ve just acknowledged each other having those problems - tommy, out of, yknow, altruism, would very much like to keep niki out of that place, and niki is quietly reckoning with the fact that that is where she would have sent him. the concept of limbo from the perspective of a character with no experience of it, even secondhand, is so interesting to me like what kind of eldritch location would you feel like you’re living in asghjkl

(also - i gotta be honest the jealousy angle here but mostly when she’s talking later about dream not deserving wilbur’s companionship kinda came out after this post came across my dash while writing. whoops /j)

fun fact, this is the very first snippet of bitter that i ever wrote! all the way back in may!! this is like the moment of the fic - it's where the miscommunication that niki and wilbur have been having is shattered entirely - and so sticking the landing was uhhh kinda important to me lol.

wilbur's entire being in this fic is basically consumed by L'Manberg - he equates his self worth to it entirely. in his eyes, everyone (rightfully) hates him because of what he did to L'Manberg, because L'Manberg was corrupted and he himself with it, etc. niki tries to tell herself this, and while it definitely does form part of her issues with him, it was the betrayal that causes her this much pain - that he seemingly brushed her and their friendship off entirely when he supposedly left her for dead in manberg. because here is what we as the audience know: wilbur couldn’t leave niki in trouble when he heard her life was in danger, even when he was trying to find the button (pretty much the only thing he sees himself as having left at this point) and so he returned. here is what it looks like from niki’s perspective: wilbur told her to wait in manberg until it was safe to come to pogtopia, laid the place with TNT, went to blow up the place, and only returned when he couldn’t find the detonator (and then the first thing she saw him do in pogtopia was encourage the pit behaviour but that’s not what we’re talking about asdfgh). that is massive miscommunication and it’s been brewing between them for months - to make a quirky little reference to the title, niki has been carrying that anger with her so long it's gone bitter. it was never just about l’manberg with niki - not that anger, not her and wilbur’s friendship (hence the little flashback earlier in the fic, bc niki’s relationship to anarchism and statehood or statelessness juxtaposed with her friendships with wilbur and eret - she loves l’manberg bc she loves wilbur, but she loves eret too and those national ties don’t undermine that - is Real Interesting to me) - so when wilbur asks what else there could possibly be (because in his mind, what else could she have bothered staying around for?), she just fucking breaks.

“Niki freezes. Stock still, unable to move, unable to breathe, ice threading its way through her gut...with slow-dawning horror, she can feel hot tears welling up behind her eyes” - prose discussion time! heat and cold are two big throughlines in this fic - particularly for niki, cold is what she is. admittedly when i started with it i mostly wanted to subvert hot = angry and cold = dead but i kinda ended up enjoying this take on it for what it is instead of just as a subversion (also i like the idea of revived people running hot, their bodies r working hard to keep em going). she’s holding onto her feelings and refusing to deal with them, she’s frozen over. descriptions of cold are key to niki’s mental state throughout the fic - cold weight on her chest, feelings of frostbite when she and wilbur hug the first time, ice cold water during the dinner scene, waking up in the cold flat, etc. this was an attempt at describing a more visceral feeling of like, when you’re really mad and you can just feel the adrenaline running through your veins. always felt more cold than hot to me. when she starts to cry, the facade she’s been putting on is finally thawing out and cracking the ice she’s buried her feelings under. (also gives an excuse to write warm comforting hugs towards the end /hj). it’s a loss, it’s catharsis, it’s a whole mess.

and ofc this is all news to wilbur and he feels terrible, because as unintentional as it was, he really really hurt her - because the destruction of l’manberg fucking sucked but above all else wilbur hurt the people he loved because they loved him so much and not in spite of it, because they cared about him so deeply and his death was a massive blow to them. this hasn’t even dawned on him, because how could it? he respects deeply niki (lowkey respects her opinion more than his own at this point) so he has to listen, because it’s niki (“and he looks at Niki the same way he does whenever her voice is being drowned out in a crowd - the way he does when he wants to hear her, when he wants to know what she has to say” - because he does), and what she says fucking floors him. in his eyes, he failed her by putting her in danger and then by destroying her home - the idea that she valued him and their friendship so much flies entirely over his head until this moment, and he is forced to re-evaluate the mindset that has motivated him since… basically since pogtopia! the way i write wilbur is like… yes, he’s one of niki’s closest friends and he’s more aware of her insecurities and issues than most (which is why he does always take the time to listen to her, etc) but he does over-idealise her a bit. tbf, i think he does to some extent with everyone (calling tubbo strong on the anniversary stream, for example). also the fact that he really wasn’t around for niki’s lowest moments as a character! he still thinks of her the way she was in l’manberg - confident, steadfast, respected - and this moment shatters that for him as he realises exactly what effect he and his death had on her and everyone else, not just by his actions, but because they loved him and cared for him so deeply.

sorry that this got horrifically long!! and thank you so much for sending snippets in <3333

#ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK TWO WEEKS. LMFAO #asks #thespoonisvictory #dvd commentary #< i have successfully coerced a discord server into doing the dvd commentary on a regular basis and it is the BEST thing

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THE WASTELAND - DEAD MAN’S PEAK (14/15)

Some triggers: this story is rated TEEN, mostly for violence. It takes place during wartime, and some of the characters go through some violence and torture. If you need more information about this, please just message me!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Almost there!! Thanks for sticking around with me for so long -- I promise it’s all worth it.

SUMMARY: In a world that has been saturated in war for as long as anyone can remember, Emma Swan has rebuilt her life as far away from the chaos as possible, opening her own maternity hospital after spending too many years in makeshift battlefield aid stations. But one night, a bloodied and battered soldier finds her hospital trying to get away from an enemy with a penchant for torture and a personal vendetta against him. With the help of Emma’s childhood friend Prince David and a motley collection of humans and magic-wielders, the quest to save Killian Jones’ life from the poison used by the enemy takes them to places even beyond the known world.

Specialist thanks to @spartanguard for her lovely art and @cssns for making it happen, and especially to all you guys who have stuck around for all of this – we’re almost done, I promise! Special shout-out to @thisonesatellite for her incredible fight scene beta work, bc I’m terrible at them and she is not and she helped wrangle my thoughts like Merlin had to wrangle -- well, you’ll see. Her help created one kick-ass kicking ass scene, and I hope you all enjoy it.

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“The last climb to the peak is just ahead,” Wendy huffs, out of breath from the last big hill as she points ahead of them. Though they have kept the thought to themselves, there is a collective fear that the large wall of rock ahead of them was the last step of their journey, a silent prayer said to whatever higher power they believe in to spare them from what looms ahead.

But even with that, not a single one of them is surprised to learn that their worst fears are true.

Their adventure across the island has taken only a few hours since Wendy finished her story, a breath of fresh air to the hardships they’ve encountered over the last few days. It’s like the island has run out of obstacles for them, is ready for them to take the last leg of their journey and finally reach where they came here to go in the first place: Dead Man’s Peak, home of the healing waters which will hopefully save not not only Killian’s life, but David’s, as well.

Now that they’re so close, can see the crags and footholds on the formation instead of simply a looming presence, a thought forms in the back of Emma’s mind, the reality of things she hasn’t allowed herself to think about. Though most of her fears come from travelling all the way to this island and failing to save Killian’s life, she finds herself thinking about what would happen if they failed to save David, about what it would mean for them to return to the Gale with news of the Prince’s death. What would they tell his father? How would they announce the news to the kingdom, when David’s rejection of his father’s views brought so much hope to so many people? The riots, the bloodshed, the anger that would come from that could be worse than the toll the War has taken on the people of the Gale.

She looks up from the path in front of her to where David and Mary Margaret are walking side by side and watches as he releases her hand to offer her the canteen from his hip. What would Mary Margaret do? Heartbreak would only be the beginning of her grief, raising a baby without the love of her life, without the man she has planned everything with for most of her life. In a world without him, without the hope he brought her, not to mention the rest of the world. Not a day would go by that she wasn’t reminded of her loss.

“Emma, love, you okay?” She almost doesn’t hear him, drowning in her own fears, but Killian’s words pull her back to reality as he takes a few larger steps to catch up to her.

“Hm?” She turns to him with as much of a smile as she can muster at the moment, though thankful that he acted when he did, before he could find herself more lost in the fears in the back of her mind.

“You just looked like you were worried.”

“Well,” she replies before gesturing generally around them, pulling a soft chuckle from Killian.

“More worried than usual, then.”

She wants to just shrug it off and say the island is getting the best of her, but she makes the mistake of turning towards him, seeing just how much he cares obvious in his pure blue eyes that have had her attention from the first moment he opened them the first morning she found him in her office. She sees the worry painted on his face, some of it from their circumstances; but knowing that some of that worry comes from the way he cares for her, she feels the walls she has built around herself crumble just a bit. “Something about almost being there is making me start to face the things I’ve been avoiding since this all started.”

“It’s going to be okay, love,” he whispers, reaching out to squeeze her hand, and though she can tell he doesn’t want to let go, he still does.

“How do you know?” She has no idea where the question comes from, and the last thing she wants to do is put more stress on him, but once it’s out, there’s no taking it back.

He just shrugs. “I don’t know for sure, really, but I have faith in you and in David and the rest of our crew.”

“Aren’t you scared?” She feels the same way about this question as the previous one, and he stops, watching as David and Mary Margaret move down the path in front of them. This time, she’s the one who reaches out for his hand; he’s thankful for it and turns his attention towards how she threads her fingers through his instead of looking at her for his confession.

“Of course I’m scared. I’ve never been so bloody terrified in my life. But if we’re destined to beat this, to get past this and leave Neverland behind, then whatever we find at the top of this mountain should be a piece of cake, as long as we do it together.”

The urge to kiss him is too strong, the second time today she’s dealt with it, but there’s nothing to stop her now. They’re at the end of the group, no one to come through the brush behind them. “Killian,” she whispers, moving to close the space between them as she rests her other hand on his chest, careful to avoid the area where she knows his injury to be. She can feel the pounding of both of their hearts, his under her fingertips while hers is strong enough to be felt through her whole body — but just like every other time they’ve touched, it comes with the same wave of calming peace rushing over them.

But Killian shakes his head, releasing her hand to rest his on her shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he mumbles with a chuckle. “I don’t — I want our first kiss to be without this cloud of death and destruction hanging over us, not until we know we’re both making it off this damned island.”

She laughs softly, resting her head against his shoulder, “That might be the most sensible thing you’ve ever said to me, even if going home means going back to the Wasteland.”

“After this, anything seems possible.” She moves to step away from him, but instead he places his hand on her hip, keeping her close to him. “Just… promise me something, Emma?” She looks back up at him and she doesn’t mean to pull her bottom lip between her teeth, but doesn’t regret the way his eyes grow wide at the sight of it, focused on her mouth until he blinks it away. “Don’t — don’t go back on this, yeah? On us?”

Nodding, she swallows the lump in her throat. “Okay,” she says, her voice much more hoarse than she expected it to be. For a moment, neither of them dare to move, Killian’s thumb moving slowly against the soft skin above the waist of her pants as her fingers toy with the material of his tee shirt. If they could stay here, time unmoving around them, able to ignore everything but each other, no threat of poison, death, war, looming over them — they would take that without a second thought.

But that’s not their current reality. “We should catch up with the others,” he whispers, though he already regrets that it would mean moving away from her, out of their shared moment, and she nods, stepping away from him, but reaching down to thread their fingers back together. A shadow of a smile crosses his face and he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against the back of it, against the sensitive spot at the base of her wrist, as they begin to move back towards the rest of their friends.

The climb to the peak proves less futile than it looked, and between the magic of the Magistra, an Elder, and Merlin, they quickly build a quick magic-driven pulley system after Emma and Merlin climbed together.

Everything moves smoothly, every climb taking only a few minutes, until only David, Robin, and Belle remain at the bottom. David takes the rope in his hands, wraps it around his left wrist — and falls to the ground, his knees hitting the worn dirt with a thump.

“Dave!” Robin cries, rushing to his side, and Emma has to wrap her arm around Mary Margaret’s torso to keep her away from the ledge, soothing her as she screams out in fear. “Dave, what’s wrong?” Robin asks, kneeling next to where the Prince has fallen in the dirt.

“Dreamshade.” He can barely get the word out, his shoulders rising and falling with quick, labored breaths. “Spreading.”

Robin moves to lift his shirt, pausing to allow David to nod his permission.

It’s bad. Very bad. Robin has watched as Emma checked on this wound over the few days since he obtained it, and has seen how it failed to spread from the man’s rib cage to the opposite side, staying away from his heart. Now, all of that has changed. Robin watches, eyes wide, as the poison continues to spread, inching closer to where David’s heart is pounding in his chest.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters, and David turns his attention down to his wound, which he has been avoiding. When he sees what Robin sees, what causes Belle to gasp and cover her mouth as she looks over Robin’s shoulder, every drop of hope drains from his face, taking the color with it.

It’s just as bad as he expected, the absolute worst case scenario, and he squeezes his eyes shut as his nightmares come true, trying to keep himself from spiraling. He’s not making it off this island. He’s never going to see the Gale again, never going to watch the sunset over the mountains from his balcony. He’s not going to meet his heir, the child that has made it through the same Neverland hardships that he has — save the poison.

“I can’t climb,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers around Robin’s forearm.

Robin nods. “Yeah, okay, then you — you and I will stay down here.”

But David shakes his head. “No, they... need you. To fight.”

“I’m not leaving you down here alone.”

“What’s going on?” Mary Margaret calls from the top of the cliff, still held back by Emma’s arm, though they have moved closer to the edge.

“He can’t climb!” Belle calls back.

“Let me go back down,” Mary Margaret says to no one in particular, and Emma releases her with a nod.

“I'll go, too,” Regina says.

No one argues with either of them, even through Regina’s uncharacteristic offer of assistance.

“Can you poof us down there?” Mary Margaret asks, taking Regina’s hand when she offers it to her, confused but relieved by the soft smiles they share.

Regina squeezes her hand with a nod. “I hope so.” One hand wrapped around Mary Margaret’s, she swirls the other in the air in front of them, leaving only a cloud of dark purple smoke.

For a moment, then another, nothing happens. The whole island seems to hold its breath. And then they appear at the bottom of the cliff, just feet from where David and Robin are still kneeling in the dirt.

“David,” Mary Margaret breathes, crossing the space between them with quick steps, Regina following close behind. Together, Robin and Regina help the prince to his feet, moving him away from the base of the cliff and helping him find a seat on a nearby rock. Mary Margaret sits beside him, threading her arm under his and weaving their fingers together.

Once they’re set, Robin and Belle share a glance. “You ready to climb, ma’am?”

Belle nods, but gestures for Robin to climb first. Though he hates to leave his friend behind, he has faith that Regina will be able to offer David the same protection that he would, perhaps more with her powers as an Elder. But David is right, and Robin belongs where the fight will be, his rifle more useful to Emma and Killian.

Hopefully.

As he makes the ascent, Robin fears that they may have played right into Pan’s trap, leaving David and Mary Margaret behind at the bottom of the cliff, far from the waters that should heal him once and for all.

“You just need to make it to the water.” Wendy points through the brush towards the sound of rushing waters. “One sip, and you and your friend will be healed.”

Killian nods, his chest suddenly heavy with a weight that has been strangely absent, a fear that he has successfully avoided thinking about since he first learned that David had also been poisoned, that their fates were now entwined. The chance of them all getting off the island is slim — impossible, with the knowledge shared by Wendy just that morning. He moves towards the brush, knows that he must be the one to cut down the brambles — but he also knows, somehow, that if they were to look at his wounds, they would find the black spreading under his skin as well, further than it has before, getting closer to taking his life, to the end that he always knew was coming, somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Who gets to do the honors?” Merlin asks, and though many of them are holding knives, no one moves any closer to the wall of plants.

“It has to be me.”

“Why?” Killian turns his attention from the brush to an overly-worried Robin for a moment before returning his gaze to the thorns that he recognizes from twelve years ago, from the day his brother died and every nightmare he’s had since then, and he points to the brush with his knife before taking the last step towards it.

“Because it’s—” he begins, but Emma reaches out and places her hand on his arm, suddenly overcome with the overwhelming feeling that something is about to go terribly wrong.

"Pan," she whispers. "I can feel him."

“Careful, Captain,” a voice calls from behind them, and they all turn to see Pan. “Though I’m sure you recognize—”

“Dreamshade,” Robin says, still trying to put the pieces of it together.

The demon and Killian nod simultaneously. “Did you tell them that you’re not feeling too well, that you can feel the poison reaching your heart?” He doesn’t want to look at her, but he can’t keep his gaze from finding hers. He should have told her. He shouldn’t have hidden it from them — from her. “What if I get your heart rate up? What if I tell you that the plant has gotten more potent since the last time you stood on this peak? It took minutes to kill your brother, but it will take mere moments for you now.”

He can’t let his terror show on his face, he knows that, but still takes a small step away from the brush.

Pan smiles. “You can’t hide your fear from me, Jones.” He turns away from Killian towards the rest of the group around him. “None of you can. Neverland thrives on fear. I know what all of you fear the most. The island can sense it. It tells me your deepest fears, though most of you are mortal and fear petty things like death and isolation.”

He turns on his heel and points directly at Emma. “Except you. The island senses nothing about you. I’ve given you the hardest tasks, the Echo Caves and bringing back his past love, but you, Miss Swan, are still unreadable.”

Killian wishes he were surprised. Ever since he first crawled through the doors to her hospital, he knew she was something special, something unlike anything he’s ever experienced. Fate or not, he was never surprised that he fell in love with her. He’s only surprised that he’s gotten this far without acting on it, save his words in the Caves and his confession earlier that day. Every moment since then, he has regretted what he said to her earlier, not letting her kiss him, with the doom of their current adventure hanging over them like a bad omen. Everything about her has surprised him from the very beginning, from her beauty to her powers, from their connection to the fact that she is seemingly unaffected by this bloody island. If he can make it out of this alive, he wants a future with her, with the most amazing, brilliant, and beautiful woman he has ever met. He wants a future, he allows himself to think for the first time. He wants to make it off this island, back to his ship and his home and a place where he can live a happy life with her beside him, even if it’s a life filled with war and violence. With her, anything is possible.

And that includes beating Pan. Once and for all, he senses. Somehow he knows that their battle against him will bring the end to the island, an end to the life of a timeless demon. If they can get there.

“So, what, Pan?” Emma asks, and when Killian turns to her again, she has pulled the pistol from her waist holster. “Is this where we battle you? Where we fight for a winner once and for all?”

He steps forward, right into the middle of their half-circle. “Is that what you want, Miss Swan? Or — what if I offer you a compromise?”

“No,” Emma replies, without even a moment’s hesitation.

But Killian surprises himself when he says, “Hear him out, Swan.”

“No!” She wishes she could know how David felt about all of this. Since their first meeting, she has needed his guidance, and has barely made a decision, let alone something as important as this, without talking to him about it. But when she looks at Killian, who simply shrugs, her face softens — her whole frame softens, her pistol drops.

“That’s more like it,” Pan says with a smile. “Here’s what I offer you: I’ll clear the thorns and heal the pirate and the prince, let you leave with who you’ve picked up along the way, but you must choose the two of you that stay.”

Emma’s eyes go wide, and she lifts her pistol again. “No. No way.” Away from the rest of the group, Milah and Wendy also shake their heads, not willing to make their new friends make that decision.

“Fine” Pan says, turning away from them to look at the brambles of Dreamshade sitting behind him.

Whether Pan expects it or not, this is the opening they are waiting for, and everything happens in the same moment: Emma fires a shot, just as Will throws one of the knives on his hip and Merlin raises his hands to bring smoke up around him.

Emma's bullet grazes his arm as he flicks his other hand, sending Will's knife back towards him. It lodges in Will’s shoulder, and Belle is the fastest to act, reaches out to take Will’s hand and disappears in a cloud of golden smoke. Pan turns his attention towards Emma, glares at her as he raises his hand to stem the bleeding.

Robin and Emma share a glance and fire simultaneously, serving as a distraction from Merlin, who is trying to wrangle a path through the brush. The brush reacts like a living entity, fighting against each one of the Merlin’s movements as it bends and waves towards him.

Pan poofs to another location as Killian sheathes his knife and brings his rifle to his shoulder just as Graham quickly aims his rifle and fires. He senses the demon's movements and puts himself between Pan and Killian just as Emma raises her pistol, also moving towards Killian as he fires again and Pan deflects — but it finds another target when it hits Graham in the chest and knocks him to the ground.

Merlin, successful with his tussle with the Dreamshade, rushes to Graham’s side, magic already shooting from his palms as he presses them against the injured chest, and Robin moves towards them.

Milah rushes towards the action and pulls her knife from its sheath before turning towards Pan, who is pushing Emma and Killian towards the Dreamshade with his magic. When Milah is inches from Pan he turns towards her, waves his hand in the air, and the knife disappears from her hand and reappears in Pan’s just in time for him to plunge it into her chest. “Oh, Milah,” he says, mock sadness in his voice, as she falls to the ground. Killian screams, trying to rush Pan, but he pushes back with his magic, powerful enough to knock both Killian and Emma off their feet and through the hole Merlin wrangled in the brush, right into the water beyond it.

Killian feels it acting right away, as soon as it soaks through this clothing and reaches his skin. All of the legends and the research, and even Wendy just a few minutes before, said that the healing power of the water would come from drinking it, but something else is happening here.

Something magical.

It rejuvenates him, all of the energy of a perfectly warm shower on a cold day, lighting up the dark crevices inside of him that have been broken and hidden for so long. His skin tingles with a power unlike anything he has ever experienced, and he watches, eyes wide, as the scratches, scars, and bruises that cover his arms disappear. When he feels it reach his heart, it almost knocks the wind out of him, and he lifts his shirt just in time to watch the healing powers of the water reach the gash in his side, and the magical iridescence of the poison slowly disappears before the wound closes, leaves only a scar behind. He is aware of every movement within his body: the beating of his heart, yes, but the way his blood flows through his veins and the movement of his skin as it heals around the wound on his arm and the gash in his side.

He turns his attention towards Emma, who has been watching him intently since they landed beside each other in the water. He's not ready for the tears in her eyes, her relieved, elated smile, the brightness of her eyes that has been muted since they first met, brought back to its full brilliance by watching him heal from wounds that, only hours before, had been deadly.

"Enough!" Pan yells, raising his hands in front of him, and everything around them stops — the rushing of the water, the wind through the trees, and the movement of their friends on the other side of the bushes — but Pan's magic has no effect on Emma and Killian, hands joined as they stand in the waist-deep water.

“You can do this, Swan,” he whispers, watching Pan's eyes widen in fear as he realizes that they are not affected by his magic. Something more than ever before flows through her with his touch. She wonders if it is from the water, or Killians newfound hope — or something more, something deeper than what she can imagine, older than the War and the Gale and older than the earth itself — and with the energy from Killian’s touch flowing through her she focuses all of her power into her hands, creating a bright ball of light that even Pan cannot deflect.

It hits him square in the chest and he falls to the ground, releases the rest of their friends from his power, and, mouths agape, they watch as Pan changes before their eyes, aging from the young teenage body he was in, through young adult and adult and middle-aged into a wrinkled, withered old man, who takes his last gasping breath with Wendy standing above him.

"The island dies with me," he chokes, and they barely have time to celebrate their victory before Pan's words become a reality. Everything around them starts to crumble, and Killian quickly fills his canteen with the healing waters before they begin to disappear.

"Let's get out of here," Merlin says, reaching out to take the hands of his companions. "I've never moved this many people at the same time. Emma, maybe you can help?"

"Just tell me what to do."

"Close your eyes. Picture as much about where we left the Jolly as you can, not only the ship, but the beach and the water. Do you think you can do that?"

They take their place beside Merlin, hands still clenched together, and she smiles at Killian as they join the circle. "Yeah, I can do that."

Robin lifts Graham’s corpse over his shoulder, the last to join them as the earth under their feet begins to shake, threatening an earthquake.

"Let's get out of here," Killian says, hoping that the faith he has in Emma is enough to get them back to the ship.

But after what they just experienced, anything seems possible.

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groundzerobakugo · 5 years

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there’s a reason they’re called crushes // k. bakugou

gender in this imagine will be female. if you wish for me to create this with male or genderneutral pronouns please send a message my way! i would be happy to help!

word count: no idea bc my computer’s being a butt

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you sat with your head propped up in your palm, elbow resting on the desk, dreamy look in your eyes as you stared at the blond sitting at the front of the room. luckily, you sat in the back, just behind deku and in front of yaororozu. no one embarrassing would catch you in the act.

you could only imagine what it would be like to date the strongest boy in your class; strong arms holding you close, his dickish exterior fading into something caring but only around you, crimson eyes that melted at the sight of you. eating lunch with him and talking freely with the intimidating blond.

a sigh left your lips; that would never happen. for one, bakugou would never like you back, and two, even if he did, you’d be too shy to confess and he’d be too stubborn. however, the blond was too busy becoming the number one hero to ever think the same as you.

ashido slammed a hand on your desk, and you startled two feet into the air.

“wh-what happened?!” you yelped, noticing as everyone had began to file out of the classroom.

the pink girl grinned. “you were daydreaming again, huh? what about? a boy...?” she teased.

a blush dusted across your cheeks. “n-no, never. i—“ you noticed bakugou’s crimson eyes slide your way for just a millisecond. midoriya casting a glance as well.

ashido may not have had the best grades, but if it ever came to nosing around into who-liked-who, she could get the highest grade in class. “never?”

“sh-shut up,” you grumbled.

“you’re totally in love with him, aren’t you?!”

the accusation rang loud throughout the class, and you jumped up from your seat, shaky hands rushing to cover her mouth as your fidgeting eyes made sure no one had overheard. but, you two were the only ones left in class.

still, an even deeper blush rose to your cheeks. “any louder and someone would hear you!”

ashido rolled her eyes. “so... any plans on confessing?”

you stood from your desk with a huff and shake of your head. “no. pretty sure bakugou doesn’t even think about stuff like that. he’s, well, he’s bakugou. you don’t confess to—”

her eyes widened. “it’s bakugou?!” she shouted in the hallways, passing glances cast your way.

“shh!” you hissed. “i don’t want bakugou to know, let alone the whole damn school!”

“and here i thought you were staring at midoriya,” she mumbled. “but! no difference.”

you turned to ashido just outside the school’s front doors, stopping her just outside the shoe lockers. “do not breathe a word of this to anyone. i... even if i can’t confess to bakugou, i’d rather keep it to myself and suffer in silence. he’s busy with his own stuff. please, mina-kun, just... don’t tell anyone.”

and you stormed off to the training gyms.

...

it was a saturday night at the dorms, most every classmate deciding to stay in the safety of yuuei than go home that weekend. that, and even bakugou on the other. it confused you as to why he decided to stay in the dorms for the weekend, as most often he went home. but he was sat down in the common room with a book in his lap, kaminari, kirishima, and sero playing a game on the tv in front of them.

why did he stay...? you wondered, staring at him from your spot on the floor, the rest of class 1a’s girls surrounding you.

the blond sensed your eyes on him, and he looked your way with a scowl. you jumped and stared down at your hands, blush dusted across your cheeks. you’d been caught in the act staring at him!

ashido had looked over at just the perfect moment, and a devilish grin spread across her face. “hey, bakugou!” she called and stood up from her spot, and you stared at her gaping. just what the hell did she think she was doing?!

said boy glared at her as she approached. “the fuck do you want, pinky?”

she shrugged. “nothing really. i was just wondering, do you like any of the girls in our class?”

“the hell is that supposed to mean?! i don’t have time for some stupid romance shit,” he growled, the faintest of pinks dusting his cheeks. “if i’m going to be the number one hero, i can’t afford any dumb distractions.”

you bit your lip in anxiety. oh kami, help you, don’t let ashido say something!

her black and gold eyes glanced at you. “what if i told you someone in our class likes you? and that she’s cute too, just too shy to confess.”

"hah?!" he slammed his book shut, crimson eyes narrowed. “didn’t you just hear me, damn raccoon eyes? i don’t have time for that shit!”

you gulped threw a lump in your throat and stood abruptly, chair scraping and a certain heaviness to your limbs. the rest of the class’s eyes turned towards you, but you kept your eyes to the ground as you walked out of the room.

“wait, (name)-chan—” ashido called after you, but she faded away as the elevator closed.

even though you knew you never had a chance, even though you knew bakugou would say those words, even though it was only a stupid daydream of yours, you still felt your heart shatter and drop to the floor, as at least with only daydreaming, there was still an impossible sliver of a chance.

and ashido had just assured you there was never a chance.

the elevator stopped at your floor, the button you’d originally pressed, but you hesitated upon stepping out. ashido would come straight to your door, as well as the rest of the girls, and possibly even midoriya and kirishima. you didn’t want them to ask questions, and you knew that class-1a had some of the brightest people, you knew they had already figured out it was you who had a crush on bakugou.

so you stepped back and hit the button for the rooftop. the doors closed once more, and your back hit the wall.

a wave of tears spilled over your waterline, emotions filling you to the brim. but... why were you crying when you knew this was the reality? bakugou couldn’t ever return anyone’s feelings, not when he was so busy with his coursework and hero training. and bakugou especially couldn’t return your feelings, he didn’t even know who you were, didn’t know your quirk until the sports festival when he had to face you, never even bothered giving you a rude nickname. kami, why did crushes hurt so much?

no. there was no why. crushes were called crushes for a reason. because they hurt you when they inevitably didn’t work out. because they ached you when the person you were crushing on never returned your feelings. because they crushed you.

once more, the elevator doors opened, and the brisk fall air sent goosebumps down your arms. it was only the start of your second year, how were you supposed to deal with the embarrassment of bakugou and the rest of your class knowing you liked the fiery blond? you shivered, both at the thought and from the cold.

the rooftop was the one safe place you had in yuuei, where you knew no one would go. you felt free with the wind dancing around you, and the energy always felt so positive being so high in the sky. you stood above everyone else.

you sat near the edge with your knees pulled up, arms pulling them tightly to your chest as you let tears silently flow down your cheeks.

“damn you mina,” you cried out, but it was a mere whisper, voice cracking.

you knew you’d never see bakugou look at you with love in his eyes. you knew you’d never see bakugou with a smile reserved just for you. you knew you’d never have bakugou pull you in tight after a long day of training. it was all just a fantasy daydream in your head that you knew wouldn’t work out.

you’d been so wrapped up in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the elevator doors open.

“so this is where you fucking hide,” a familiar voice commented, footsteps quickly approaching.

eyes wide, you uncurled immediately, shocked. “ba-bakugou, what are you—”

he shrugged, standing over you. “raccoon eyes is looking for you.”

you huffed. “i don’t care. she shouldn’t have said anything, at all.” you were silent for a second before you looked up at him. “and i know that now you’re up here after i pretty much indirectly confessed, you’re here to tell me to fuck off and stick my feelings up my ass.”

“how are you so damn sure?” he said.

“how am i—” your voice went up a pitch, and you stood, pointing an accusatory finger his way. “you just said you don’t have any damn time for shitty romance. so, that’s how i’m damn sure, baka!”

he growled under his breath. “i’m not... i’m not good at these types of things. the whole, confession and crushes and dating shit. but, fucking hell, (name), i can’t get you out of my damn head.”

you blinked with wide eyes. “wh-what?”

he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “i fucking... i don’t know. i don’t know why i said all that shit. i guess it was fucking pinky putting me on the damn spot like that, that i fucking, i don’t know. i just, i fucking like your stupid ass for some damn reason.”

a fresh batch of tears glistened in your eyes. “you... you’re not lying, right?”

bakugou scoffed at the accusation. “you think a damn future number one hero’s gonna lie over something so ridiculously stupid?”

a small smile spread across your lips. “so you really like me back, you return my feelings?”

the blond’s cheeked bloomed in a cherry red. “yeah, i guess i do, dipshit. i... i really don’t know what fucking comes next though. think this shit means we’re dating?”

“yeah, i guess so,” you replied, a blush heating your own cheeks.

you’d have to thank ashido the next time you saw her, you thought to yourself, as bakugou hesitantly and awkwardly placed a single hand on your head, telling you it was time to head back.

...

more short but cute shit, but hey!! three updates in three days????? who am i????????

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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War ~ Part 2

A/N: DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO WRITE!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG! I HOPE YALL ARE HAPPY BC IT TOOK A LOT OF TIME TO WRITE THIS. Also enjoy and happy birthday to my favorite twins ❤🎉❤🎉.

REQUEST: can you do a part 2 to War (with the main pair being fred x reader) and it's set during the battle of hogwarts. fred gets injured pretty badly (he never died what are you talking about) and it makes the reader realize that she cares about him (in a romantic way) it's cool if you don't want to write this tho :)

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Part 1

‘I must not tell lies.’

You repeated the sentance in your head as you brushed your fingers against the scars.

‘That was it. She has finally done it.’ . Not to your brother, not when you’re still alive. You continue to stare at the emptiness, your hand holding Harry’s and your grip getting tighter by the minute.

“(y/n)?” asked Harry worriedly and watching as how your blood seemed to boil from the rage you tried to hide inside.

You turned your head towards Harry, your eyes meeting his, then glancing at Ron’s and later Hermionie’s. “ I am going to kill her. ” you growled and stood up from the couch, making your way to the portrait hole.

“(y/n)! Don’t!” yelled Harry behind you but all you could hear was someone's mumbles.

Kicking and pushing everything and everyone out of your way, just so you could get to that bitch and all that seemed to matter to you right now was seeing Umbridge’s head on a stick. That’s what you wanted at the moment. Nobody will ever hurt him like this, not anymore. The Dursley’s were one thing but torturing Harry, hurting him... that was completely over the edge.

The twins laughed their way into the Common room only to find you storming towards them. The look in your eyes was terrifying but when Harry shouted to stop her, Fred didn’t hesitate to grab you from behind and lift you up. “FRED WEASLEY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU WON'T LET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, UMBRIDGE WON’T BE THE ONLY ONE MURDERED TONIGHT!” you bellowed, trying to get out of his grip and punching his back with your fists but his strong arms wrapped around you even tighter, taking you further away from the exit.

“(y/n), no! If you go to her and pull any kind of stunt, you will get expelled!” yelled Harry, walking over to you and Fred and pulling down his sleeves to hide the scars. “Trust me, I don’t like it just as much as you do but please just leave it.”

“Just leave it!?” you scoffed and stopped resisting, looking your brother directly in the eyes. “How can you even expect me to just “leave it” !” you spoke angrily, finally being put back down on your feet and walking closer to him. “I won’t leave it! I had enough of this from the Dursleys and do you think I’m just going to leave it!” you continued to growl.

“But the Order?” he spoke quietly, looking guilty as you continued to glare at him.

Sharply turning around back to the portrait hole, you brushed past Fred and George with your shoulders knocking them out of your way. “Screw the Order!” you retorded and walked through.

And as hopeful, as you were, thinking nobody would try and stop you this time, you heard another shout come from behind. “(y/n)!”

“Try and touch me Weasley, one more time and I’ll cut both of your hands off. ” you threatened without glancing back, your eyes directed to her office and your feet taking you there faster than you thought.

And just as you were close to grabbing the doorknob, his arms wrapped around your waist once again and pulled you away from them. “ Sorry, darling but I can’t let you do this.”

“Dammit, Fred! Put me down!” you shouted and started kicking around.

When the distance was safe enough, he put you down on the ground, hoping that you were going to stop but you only kicked him in the knee and turned your way back to her office. “So damn stubborn. ” he growled, bending down and holding his knee from the pain.

Yet it happened again. Right before you even tried to reach the doorknob, he jumped in front of you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “Are you bloody serious!” you yelled and this time, you didn’t even bother to resist. “Look what she did to Harry! My Harry! You don’t expect me to just stand by and watch her get away with this! What would you do if it was Ginny! Huh?”

“Well I probably wouldn’t just burst into her office with no plan and no wand.” he snickered and finally threw you back on your feet. Before your hand even tried to hit his cheek, he grabbed your wrist and looked at you with a serious look in his eye. The look you have never seen before on him. “What were you thinking (y/n)? You have an internship waiting for you at the Ministry. You have everything planned out, why would you throw it all away?” he started to scold you.

Speechless by his words, you managed to get your hand away from his grip. It took you a moment though just to realize that was Fred talking. The never-serious Fred. “Because Fred..” you started with a big lump forming in your throat and tears gather in the corner of your eyes. Swallowing back the tears, you took another deep breath, turning around and grabbing your head just before collapsing on the ground and starting to speak. “Because nothing ever goes as planned. All I do is try and protect him. I have tried to do that my whole life and here he is, going into trouble over and over again. And he saw things, things even I didn’t see yet. He felt things, things so terrible that a 16-year-old boy should never see. I thought it would be different after he started Hogwarts but it only got worse. How can I protect him when I haven’t succeeded even one time?” you sobbed, hugging your legs and throwing your head on your knees.

He sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer so your head was laying on his chest. “We can’t protect them every second of the day. Don’t you think I don’t know how you feel? Ron has been with Harry since day one, he was just in as much danger as Harry. The chess in the first year, Ginny in second, getting his leg almost torn by Sirius in the third year, Charlie in Romania, facing dragons every day, Bill in Egypt doing god knows what, Percy at he ministry where criminals are judged. The list goes on. You only have one to worry about, I have six. “

“Oh.” was the only thing you were able to say back to him. You had no idea how it must have it felt for him. Here you were, almost throwing your life away because of your rage while he was going through the same thing with his siblings. “How do you get through it?” you asked him, pulling away from his hold and looking into his brown eyes.

“To be honest, I don’t have a bloody clue. “ he forced a laugh and let his fingers linger on your palm. “But we can always get through it together.” he sent you a grin making you roll your eyes and get up from the stone cold bench.

“Seven years Weasley and still not giving up. “ you smiled at him and offered him your hand.

“You never give up on love, darling.” he only grinned and took your hand, spinning you around before holding you tightly against his chest. “And I have a feeling I am slowly winning you over.” he winked and tightened the hold on your hand.

“In your dreams.” you scoffed and pulled away from his hold, slowly walking away from him with a foolish smile plastered on your lips.

That boy. He just can’t seem to give up.

ˇˇ FLASHBACK ˇˇ

~1st year~

Running through a brick wall was definitely something. It was terrifying and fun at the same time and your heartbeat still didn’t slow down. Not for a minute. And everything felt so real. The world you thought never existed was real and there were young boys and girls running towards the train, saying goodbye to their parents and laughing. It was a dream come true. Oh, how you wished Harry was able to see this. This sight, the smell, the sound...

“Watch out!” you suddenly heard a shout before you were faced with a trolley crashing into you and a tall ginger-head later laying on top of you.

“Ouch.” you groaned and finally opened your eyes to be met with light brown color.

And the boy didn’t even move. He only smiled at you, his eyes observing your every feature and causing this strange feeling in your stomach. It was unfamiliar but his eyes were definitely the cause of it.

“Well then. Ger’off her Fred.” said another ginger walking your way and pulling the boy off of you. “Are you okay?” he offered a kind smile and lift you on your feet.

Your eyes still haven’t left the boy’s, whose lopsided grin still played on his lips as he watched you back. And as soon as you realized you haven’t answered the question you immediately turned to the older boy, smiling and letting go of his hand. “Yes. I’m fine. “

“I’m sorry for knocking you down with my trolley.” finally spoke the boy, taking a few steps closer and offering you a hand. “ I’m Fred by the way. Fred Weasley and this is my brother Percy.”

You shook Fred’s hand and nodded at Percy as he returned the gesture. “ I’m (y/n).”

“(y/n),” he repeated, tasting the name on his tongue. “Charming. ” he added before he realized he’s been shaking your hand the entire time.

“I wish I could say the same. Knocking down girls everytime you run through the barrier?” you quirked an eyebrow.

“I believe I was the one being knocked over by a pretty face like you.” he winked back, making his way after Percy and the other pack of redheads. “See you around, (y/n)!” he shouted before stepping on the train.

~3rd year~

“When she smiles, my heart starts to ache. And when she looks my way, I feel a tornado inside of me trying to break free. One look, one smile and I know she’s my only one.”

Your eyes slowly make their way to his, once again triggering the same unfamiliar feeling as always, you smirk before your eyes find their way back to the book. “Poetry. Charming.”

His grin only stretched wider as he jumped on the seat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “ Every poet has its muse. You, my dear (y/n) Potter, are mine.”

“ Not giving up, huh Weasley?”

“You never give up on love, darling.”

~5th year~

“Potter!” you heard a familiar shout, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn around.

“Weasley.” you nodded and stuck the books in your bag as you knew this won’t be over anytime soon. He ran over, his twin left behind shaking his head left and right and walking away.

“Would you be the dearest and give it back to me?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the redhead and watched as his infamous smirk only stretched into a wide grin. “Give you back what?”

“My heart.” he spluttered out and took a hold of your hands, placing them on his chest.

“Cheesy, aren’t we now.” you snorted, pressing your hands harder against his chest and pushing him out of your way. “You’re losing your game, Weasley. “

He ran behind you, stopping in front of you once again as his eyes stared at yours.

And there it was again. The unfamiliar feeling that grew stronger every time that boy locked his eyes with yours. “So you’re saying I have a chance?” he quirked an eyebrow, his arm pressed against the wall.

“You don’t seem to give up so I would say there is a slight chance. ” you smirked and brushed past him, hearing him jump around behind you. “Like I say, darling, you never give up on love!” he shouted from behind, causing your cheeks to burn and a foolish smile reappear on your lips.

ˇˇˇEND FLASHBACK. ˇˇ

And now we are here. 7th year and he’s still with you every step of the way. You may not have realized it now but this boy seemed to care. He seemed to care so much because he was the only one who saw you as you. Not the famous Harry Potter’s sister. Not the daughter of Lilly and James Potter. To him, you were (y/n) Potter. Just (y/n).

------

So how did you end up here? Knees bruised, arms scratched, lip cut and trying to survive this cruel war. Where was Harry? Was he okay? “Stupefy!” you shouted and the blast flew from your wand and directly at the Deatheater.

‘No time to think. No time to take rest. For mom.’ and another Deatheater has blasted away, “For dad.” you spoke glumly, your voice slowly fading away from exhaustion.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the Potter herself.” you heard a voice come from the pile of rocks, messy ginger hair walking your way. “Confringo!” he yelled all of a sudden, his wand pointing to you but the blast missing you by a millimeter, hitting three Deatheaters coming your way.

You turned around, seeing as they were blasted pretty far away, you locked your eyes with Fred’s once again, triggering the unfamiliar feeling in your stomach. “Fred!” you beamed and ran over to the boy, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his usual cheap cologne as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lift you up. “Thank God you’re here. I lost Harry. I don’t know where he is.” you worried as he cupped your cheeks and smiled.

“Still beautiful as ever.” he grinned, making your roll your eyes and playfully punch him in the arm.

“ Unbelievable. No matter where we are, you are still going to flirt with me.” you scoffed, smiling as his eyes watched yours.

“ Like I always say. You never-”

“Give up on love.” you finished his sentence. “Come on. We have deatheaters to destroy.” you chuckled and grabbed his hand.

---

By now you were lost. Completely lost and exhausted from running around and fighting. All you wanted to do was to lay down and fall asleep. But you couldn’t. How could you sleep after you just witnessed your brother being dead and coming back to life? His pale skin and his weak and bruised body in Hagrid's arms. It was terrifying.

But it was over. It was finally over and all you wanted was to hold Harry in your arms.

And you did. He was holding you tightly around your waist as your hands were wrapped around him, both breathing heavily from all the exhaustion. “Don’t you ever do this to me.” you spoke sharply, pulling away from the hug and running your hands through his jet black hair. “Bloody hell.” was all you could say before pulling him back into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” he replied.

You lost so many people that day. Your godfather died, so did his wife. Colin Creevey, the boy you used to tutor. Such a happy boy, always asking you questions about your family, taking pictures as he did. So many lives were taken away but as you saw a group of redheads gathered around a body, you felt your life was taken away too.

You ran to the group, ignoring Ron’s and Percy’s sobs and keeling down to Fred. He was pale. Pale as the moon, his gorgeous eyes were closed shut and his lips were completely blue. “Fred.” your voice was shaky and lips were trembling.

But he didn’t respond. You put your hands on his neck, feeling a weak pulse through his veins and all you did was pray, leaning your forehead on his with noses touching. “Don’t you dare give up on me, Weasley.” you whispered, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you carefully held his head. “You never give up, remember? You never give up on love.” you continued to whisper, your thumbs caressing his cheeks and your eyes closed shut.

You heard quiet sobbbing behind you, a hand placing on your shoulder and trying to pull you away but you stayed. You stayed with him. “Come on, Fred. Wake up. Wake up for me.” you started to sound more desperate, hoping, praying that he will open his eyes and retord something stupid.

Your heart was shattering into pieces because finally after years of the unfamiliar feeling in your stomach, you realized it wasn’t that. The feeling seemed to spread everywhere. Through your whole body, since the day his eyes met yours.

You pulled away, opening your eyes and seeing his eyes were still closed. Was this it? Will you not be able to see those eyes ever again? Those caramel brown eyes with a light shade of olive green?

Brushing a strand of his messy red hair away from his eyes, you leaned to his ear and whispered. “ I love you Fred and I won’t give up on you.” You kissed his cheek softly and started to get back on your feet, even though your knees felt numb you still managed to get up with George’s help. He wrapped his arms around you and let you sob in his chest.

Nobody ever saw you cry, not even Harry and for the first time in a long time, you saw the world go grey again.

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Days have passed and you managed to distract yourself with volunteering at the St Mungo’s Hospital. Taking care of patients was the only way you felt useful, helpful... It was also because it was the only way you’d stay closer to Fred.

George was always around, not leaving the side of his twin and you let him stay, even though it was against the rules but you wanted Fred to have someone when you were not around. So after it got dark, George left and you were finally able to be next to Fred again.

You approached him quietly, a warm blanket in your hands as you took quiet steps towards the bed. “Hey Freddie.” you smiled and put the blanket over him. “ I heard George talking before and there is no way in hell I will let you guys prank Ron with a pack of spiders again.” you laughed and tucked the blanket around him. You took his hand, brushing your thumbs on the back of it and softly kissing it. “I miss the hell out of you.” you smiled and ran your fingers through his red hair. “Wake up for me, okay.” you spoke gently before kissing his cheek and leaning towards his ear. “I love you.”

And that’s when it happened.

Long fingers were wrapped around your wrist as you tried to walk away. They were pulling you back and as soon as you turned your head around you saw those eyes again. Those gorgeous eyes of his and you couldn’t help yourself but cry from joy.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” he grinned, his voice low and raspy and his eyes still holding its mischief.

You felt your heart just freeze as did the time around you and all you could see was his eyes watching yours. You stood there, shocked with round eyes and parted lips. “Ar- you’re awake.” you managed to spill out, your fingers suddenly interlacing with his as you sat on the bed next to him. “You’re awake.” you beamed and wrapped your arms around his neck and jumping onto him. “You’re awake!”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and breathing your floral and vanilla perfume. “ I am.” he mumbled in the crook of your neck before his eyes were met with yours once again. “And just so you know, I loved you from the moment I purposely crashed my trolley into you and I love you now and I will keep loving you until the end of days.”

“You always were a cheesy romantic, Weasley.” you smiled before pressing your lips to his.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #the golden trio #goldent trio era

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gokailyger84 · 6 years

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If you're still taking prompts! During a calm, serene moment, brian lets it slip that he loves dan. Cue him panicking abt it bc he didn't mean to say it and is terrified of dan's reaction bc he's surely just ruined everything (he hasnt heehee)

Dan leaned back on his elbows and stared up at the star-filled night sky.

He took a deep breath, taking in the fresh clean air. Something he didn’t have a chance to do often, at least not in a smog filled city like L.A.

He glanced over to see Bri/an sitting cross-legged next to him. His back hunched as he picked at the soft grass.

The two of them were in Portland, tying up some last minute details regarding the new N/S/P album set to release in a couple of weeks.

Dan had been feeling restless in their hotel room and randomly decided he wanted to go stargazing.

Bri/an found himself unable to refuse Dan’s puppy dog eyes and they found themselves sitting together on a hill, in a secluded area just outside of the city.

He had to admit though, it was pretty relaxing.

To just sit out there with his best friend and not have to think about work or anything else.

Enjoying each other’s company.

It was nice.

“Funny how things work out.” Dan suddenly said, his voice cutting through the night air, pulling Bri/an from his thoughts.

“What do you mean?” Bri/an asked.

Dan shrugged, sitting up and crossing his legs.

“You know, how our lives have changed. With N/S/P and Grumps. How things worked out for the both of us. Meeting you, starting the band, meeting Arin, starting Grumps. It’s been crazy.”

Dan looked back up at the sky.

“It feels like yesterday, that I was borrowing money, working dead end jobs, performing with failing bands and just struggling…all the time. To think back to those times and see where I am now.”

Dan’s eyes glanced over at Bri/an.

“Where I am with you. At a point where we’re back together again after having a whole fucking country and ocean between us and to be…we’re actually successful. It’s crazy to think about. That our dreams are coming true.”

Dan looked over at Bri/an with a grateful smile.

“You never gave up on me or this band. I don’t think I ever thanked you, man.”

Bri/an snorted.

“I should be the one thanking you. Meeting you has completely changed my life, cause not only do I now have one of my closest friends ever, I was able to quit my job in England. The level of success that we’ve had and are continuing to have, it’s fucking amazing. And just being able to do this with you, full-time, seeing you everyday, it makes all of the difference.

Dan chuckled, his cheeks flushing red.

“Seriously, Danny. You refused to give up and that inspired me to put my all into this band too. I hadn’t realized until I moved back, just how much I missed you.”

Dan’s smile widened, leaning over and nudging Bri/an with his shoulder.

“Looking back on it all, it’s no wonder I fell in love with you.” Bri/an said with a soft laugh.

A sharp intake of air caused him to trail off, his eyes lazily shifting over towards his partner.

Dan was staring at him, eyes impossibly wide, his skin a shade paler.

Bri/an frowned at him in confusion.

Why was Dan looking at him like that?

As if Bri/an had said something odd.

Bri/an paused, replaying what he had just been saying.

Rambling really.

Something he tended to do when he was on a roll and not really thinking about what he was saying. Just letting it flow out.

Dan was such an avid listener that it was easy to let his guard down and just talk on and on and Dan, well, he would just let him.

One of the reasons he and Dan got along so well.

So what had he said to surprise Dan so throu-

Bri/an froze.

His eyes slowly widening as he stared at Dan.

He didn’t.

There was no way.

Bri/an couldn’t be that stupid.

To reveal his deepest, most closely guarded secret.

Had he really just…no he couldn’t have.

But there was no other reason for Dan to look at him like that.

To nervously look away from him, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

He did.

Shit.

Bri/an had revealed his feelings for Dan.

That he was in love with him.

Bri/an slowly turned away and stared blankly at nothing.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He repeated the word like a mantra, his hands reaching up and tightly gripping his hair.

He was so fucking stupid!

How the hell did he go from sharing his appreciation for Dan and their band to telling Dan he was in love with him?

He was supposed to be smarter than this!

Bri/an could feel his breathing speeding up. Coming out in increasingly shorter gasps.

His chest was tightening, his face twisted up in a grimace.

He fucked up!

He ruined everything!

Bri/an’s eyes darted back and forth, not focusing on anything, his mind in chaos.

He needed to get a grip!

Do something!

Fix this!

He needed to fix this!

He had to do something to fix this!

He couldn’t lose Dan!

Not over this!

A joke?

That’s it!

Turn it into a joke.

That was what he was best at.

He forced out a laugh, releasing the tight grip on his hair, dropping his hands back down to rest on his knees.

If his movements were overly stiff, he didn’t notice.

“What even am I saying?”

Another forced laugh.

“Sorry Danny, I seemed to have misspoken. What I meant to say was, it’s no wonder I’ve lasted this lon-”

“Don’t.”

Dan interrupted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Bri/an’s mouth snapped shut as he stared at Dan, who kept his gaze straight ahead.

The silence stretched between them.

Finally Dan turned towards him, a sad smile on his face.

“Don’t make it into a joke.” He said.

“Don’t lie to me, Bri/an…not about this.”

Bri/an swallowed around the lump that had somehow lodged in his throat.

He looked away, avoiding Dan’s eyes. Feeling a wave of shame come over him.

Whether it was shame for his feelings or for trying to hide them, he didn’t know.

It didn’t matter.

Dan now knew.

He knew Bri/an’s feelings.

The feelings he had hid for years.

His feelings of love for his partner.

His best friend.

Bri/an could do nothing but wait for the rejection he was sure was coming.

Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt too bad.

That they could still continue on, at least with their band.

Bri/an would never forgive himself if his unconventional feelings brought an end to Dan’s dreams.

So deep in his thoughts, Bri/an couldn’t help but jump at the hand that suddenly covered his.

Slowly turning his head, he met Dan’s gaze.

He was still looking at him with that sad smile.

Bri/an felt his chest clench further.

He bit his lip, feeling Dan’s hand curl tightly around his own.

“Don’t worry, Bri/an.” Dan said, his voice low and quiet.

“You didn’t fuck anything up. Not us or our band.”

Bri/an didn’t respond.

He didn’t dare breath.

He’d have to be even more of an idiot to not here the unsaid ‘but’.

Dan took a breath and looked away, glancing up at the night sky. Once more taking in all of the stars.

His smile widened slightly.

Bri/an couldn’t help but notice he was still holding his hand.

He wasn’t sure what was happening but he didn’t dare let himself hope.

Hope that Dan could possibly return his feelings.

“Give me some time.” Dan said, his voice cutting through the heavy silence.

His hand then shifted, lacing his and Bri/an’s fingers together.

Bri/an felt his throat once more close up.

Was Dan really…?

“Let me figure some shit out.”

Bri/an cautiously nodded.

Too afraid to say anything, less he break the fragile moment between them.

Shatter the hope that was, without his permission, welling up in his chest.

“Figure out how I feel.”

Dan then looked back at him, his smile spreading becoming more genuine.

“All I ask is that you stick with me, no matter what happens. No matter what I decide.”

His gaze suddenly hardened.

“Can you do that for me, Bri/an? Will you stay with me?”

Bri/an swallowed again, his head nodding, a small cautious smile forming on his lips.

His hand squeezed the one tightly clutching his own, causing Dan’s eyes to soften.

“Of course, Danny. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”

#asks #prompts #ninja ship party #polygrumps #my fics #some of the early dialogue is lifted directly from the t/w/r/p stream #just twisted it some #this was the one i was having trouble with #sfw

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ananxioussheep · 5 years

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Panic Attacks

If you’ve never had one you might wonder what it’s like for someone who does. I’m going to be extremely vulnerable here so I hope this helps someone who’s seeking to understand what it might be like for someone with an anxiety disorder who suffers from panic Attacks. These look different for everyone (& even for me have evolved over time) but here’s my story. My first panic attack was my junior year in high school. I remember because it happened in the atrium at my highschool and this is where the coveted upperclassmen lockers were. I was extremely driven in highschool and by my junior year was fully a college student taking an entire schedule of AP and Dual Enrollment courses. I think it’s important to note that my parents put ZERO pressure on me to succeed in highschool. I was so thankful that my parents weren’t the kind who would “ground me” if I didn’t do well. All the ever expected was that I “do my best” which apparently in my head meant “better than everyone else”. I didn’t get my first C until my senior year in AP Stats (which I still got a C in while in college so 🤷). Anyway, I was standing in the atrium before classes started for the day and I remember feeling intense pressure in my chest and I started uncontrollably and inconsolably sobbing and hyperventilating. I don’t remember much after that except for thinking I wasn’t sure why I was crying and I needed to pull myself together and get to class (something important was due as it always was). That year I began experiencing anxiety frequently. To combat it I began starving myself and cutting myself. If I was experiencing anxiety in class I would scratch myself in a small spot on my wrist until it would bleed (like when you scratch a bug bite too hard). I kept everything from my parents and lied about lunches for months and “wasn’t hungry at dinner”. I was able to cope hurting myself all day via cutting and starvation that by the time I got home I was ready to burst and would sob in my room as I did in the atrium for what at first seemed like hours (and probably was). I remember being so inconsolable at times I called some friends over one night to talk me down. I’ll never remember the way they stepped in for me that night and reminded me of all the reasons I could live past this, one of them is still one of my best friend to this day and I still go to him when I’m feeling like a basket case. I moved away for my first year of college and all I remember is that year was more lonely than anything. I think maybe looking back I thought a change of scenery might change my problems, it did not. When I moved back to Florida after a year in Charleston I began experiencing my panic attacks again. This time they would happen at work and I was unable to control them. I had a hard time explaining them and would often find myself taking breaks to cry in the bathroom or the walk-in so I could get it out. Nothing would necessarily even spur them but I felt that I couldn’t function normally and I began to turn to drugs for help. Not the legal ones. I went to a tailgate in South Carolina to visit a friend after a particularly hard break up and tried benzos for the first time. I realized how much they calmed me and that I could definitely make these things work. However, at 19 you don’t do anything in moderation so benzos kept me calm during the day and then when work was over and the party was beginning coke, or the occasional Molly would keep me up. The best and worst thing about that period of my life is that I never had any panic attacks. Ironic isn’t it? The one time I’m tearing down my life instead of building it up I stop being anxious. Obviously it was all the crap I was using but somehow that was the most peaceful yet chaotic part of my life. At some point during this season I got on an antidepressant that ruined and saved my life at the same time. Lexapro made me blackout randomly. Sometimes literally and other times it was like someone else was in my body. One particular day I wasn’t feeling great and decided to go home early from work. I blacked out while going 40 miles per hour and caused a 4 car pile up. I had to be cut out of my car because I had crushed my drivers side door on impact. My self and everyone else thankfully only left with a few bruises and burns but it was in that moment I realized how much I was ruining my life and probably really didn’t want to die (despite my actions looking that way). I still carry a lot of shame from my days of drug use and it affects me still. However, now my panic attacks are raw, real, and rough. I medicate (legally now) as little as possible but they are more intense than ever. I still cope during the day and use different breathing and grounding techniques to try to get me through my day and well as this weird habit of counting my fingers on each hand with my thumb really fast just to get my mind onto something else. Whatever works, ya know? I have to work and bring home a paycheck and support my family even on days where it seems impossible. Usually I’ll have my panic attacks on my lunch break or at the end of a long day. I’m a strong introvert on that ever sliding scale and my capacity for connections is about 40 a day. My job currently requires a lot more of me than that and I find myself on nights like tonight where the second I get in the car my breathing stops, I start to struggle, my throat gets that annoying “you’re about to cry lump” and then I inconsolably and uncontrollably hyperventilate and cry usually for at least 15-30 minutes. At this point I usually grab for my medication or else it means a night where neither myself or my husband get to sleep. I then go into a phase where I finally stop crying where I start questioning… why did that happen, am I ok, am I ever going to be able to go to work and home and not do this? Then I get angry. I get mad at myself for not being “stronger” or better or being able to talk myself out of it. I get mad that I had to take a stupid pill so we can all sleep tonight. Then I get angry because I question my sanity and my capability to function as a normal person. If I don’t take my meds it means I will inconsolably cry in bed with my husband holding me until 3 am. One of my recurring panic attack thoughts is “will I ever be "normal”“, "will I ever be able to function normally”. I get so mad at myself for not pulling it together and just being fine. But the problem is just overwhelming. It can make you feel like you will never have a day where it doesn’t happen. You never know when it will happen (Jake and I almost always have to leave concerts early bc I get overwhelmed and start to panic) and it’s upsetting to miss out of life. I wish I could explain the way these moments traumatize you and callous you to the world. And like most things I think my panic attacks are the byproducts of a lot of little things over time. Problem is, they’re all things out of my control. I wish I knew why this happens and I’m starting to unravel a lot more of the physiology of it in an amazing book I’m reading right now (The Body Keeps The Score) but tonight’s panic attack was brought to you by the overstimulation of my brain and how unable I am to cope with mass amounts of people. But as you heard earlier, I like challenging myself. I like being the best. I like finishing first. And so I stick with the things I’ve committed to and always try to get better. I know the things that bring me peace, and I try to do as much of them as I can to avoid nights like this. But, doesn’t always happen. Today’s the best example of that. I woke up read, spent 30 mins in worship and was feeling amazing. Fast forward and I want to quit everything in my life and go move away and hide in a cave because this is one of the most embarrassing and hard to explain issues people are facing today. I hope that someone finds comfort in this, knowing they’re not the only one. I hope someone finds knowledge in this for more understanding and compassion for those struggling with anxiety. It’s not just “weak” people who need to “suck it up”. It’s uncontrollable, can strike at any time, and is catastrophic to self worth and image and even the guilt that it bring for having our family members suffer through it with us. It breaks my heart when Jake sees me like that. He feels like it’s his fault and he feels like he can’t fix it. It creates doubt for my family that I’ll be ok or maybe even my parents feel like they did something wrong. They didn’t. No one did. Except probably me choosing drugs and men and cutting and anorexia to soothe the pain. Now I choose Jesus. And I’ll be real here… he’s the best but he’s not always the easiest or quickest option. Healing takes time. Be patient with yourself and others.

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spacednp · 7 years

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Okay (Part 2)

MULTICHAPTERED VAMPIRE AU BASED LIGHTLY OFF OF PLACENTAANDLLAMA’s FIC COMING OF AGE (WITH PERMISSION)

TW: blood, gore, angst? kinda? Phil's pretty dominant of Dan... just read it bc the bit of BAMF!Phil makes it so it'll be good lol also Dan's such a bottom in this oml (no smut tho srry)

WC: 12k for the entire fic

Dan awoke in an unbelievably soft silk bed, covered in a heavy duvet that he knew wasn't his bed at home. He stirred sleepily, not really having the will to sit up. Then he remembered the events leading up to his falling asleep, or more like being knocked out. He sat up quickly and groaned at his headache. It was like a hangover only thirty times worse. His eyes adjusted rather quickly to his surroundings.

He was in a rich looking bedroom in a large bed that he could roll around in. There was two dressers and two doors, one that was open and looked as if it led to the bathroom and one that was obviously locked. There was no windows but there was a mirror on the far side of the room that Dan could see his reflection in. His hair was a mess. There was also a coffee table, two comfortable looking chairs and a bookshelf. There was two rugs, one under the bed and nightstands next to it and one under the chairs, bookshelf and coffee table. Dan noticed a note on the nightstand closest to him so he leaned over to pick it up, ignoring the aching in his joints.

Dan,

Went to training for lower Levels. Be back soon.

-Phil

That was it. No 'sorry for knocking you out' or 'sorry for kidnapping you' or 'sorry for forcing you to be my mate'. Nothing that showed he cared even remotely about Dan or his wellbeing. He left Dan to fend for himself. Dan was sure Phil knew that Dan felt like he'd been hit by a train, and then a bus. He just didn't care. Comforting.

Dan decided to stop feeling sorry for himself and check out some of the books in the bookshelf. They were all about vampires. He grabbed a random one and flipped to a random page. Of course it was on mating. It wasn't like the sexual reproduction unit he went through in science class, no, it was different.

If one doesn't complete the mating ritual by Level Four, the possibility with mating with one of their species is impossible. In order to mate after Level Four xhe must mate with one of the human species.

Dan took a moment to let that sink in. Before Level Four seemed to be the ideal mating age, but why didn't Phil mate before? It would of prevented the entire situation. Dan was confused, but he thought he understood that concept enough from those few sentences, so he skipped to the next page, still on mating.

If a vampire doesn't mate by the time they reach Level Five, xhe will grow weaker with each moon. Eventually xhe will be too weak to be of use to the clan. At any point of a vampire being in Level Five the clan may choose between three options to prevent this situation:

•Visit the nearest city and clam a suitable human for the vampire •Put the vampire to rest •Exile

These are the only options the clan has as it is against The Code to have a useless member in the clan. All members, unless pregnant, nursing, seriously injured or training, must contribute at least one Job a moon. If a member fails to do so, their clan must perform one of the above.

If a clan fails to do so, therefore breaking The Code, they will be forced into disbandment, resulting in all former members to become Loners or join a new clan.

Dan wondered if this was something he shouldn't be looking at. Was it even his right to know? Of course it was, that was a ridiculous question. He was just educating himself, right? No harm in that. Anyway, even if Phil did get upset with Dan, it wasn't like he was going to do anything too drastic, he needed Dan. If not, he'd been in a bad situation. Dan decided to keep looking through the book, flipping through the pages, reading random things.

Dan learned that a clan was just a group of vampires that chose to live together, which apparently was the most ideal way to live. Loners were vampires that decided clan life wasn't for them/got exiled/clan got disbanded. While Loners weren't all necessarily evil, it was frowned upon as they didn't all follow The Code, which was a set of laws all vampires must follow, which including things like not harming humans unless it was absolutely necessary for survival/training. Apparently killing a set number of humans was required to reach Level Five, which was the highest 'level' of training a vampire could achieve. Dan recalled that Phil was a Five and shivered at the thought of his not-consensual-but-still-future-mate being a killer. Most clans only had a few Fives though there were a few exclusive clans that was comprised only of Fives. Jobs were just assignments that needed to be done for the good of the clan and moons were months, but Dan figured that much. That was all Dan could find before the sound of the door opening made him jump.

"You're awake," Phil commented as he walked into the room. He shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked before sticking the golden key into his pocket. Dan couldn't help but notice how exhausted Phil looked. Dan didn't think vampires needed sleep, but it appeared he was wrong. Phil's steps were heavy and looked forced. His face was sunken and there were bags under his eyes. He was dressed in a black tee shirt, dark skinny jeans, and black high tops. Part of Dan was upset by how spent Phil looked, but then the rest of him didn't care because he hated the man. Hated him for what he did-and what he was going to do-to him, even though he knew it was something he had to do.

"No thanks to you," Dan retorted bitterly. He slammed the book shut, throwing it on the coffee table before leaning back into the hair he was sitting in. Phil sighed.

"You're so melodramatic," He scoffed, looking around the room, not meeting Dan's gaze. Dan narrowed his eyes at the vampire.

"I don't think so, you locked me up in a room God knows where while you did what? Training? The hell does that mean?" Dan near yelled, not fearing the blue eyes man in the least anymore. Dan was sassy, and well, a brat, he'd admit that. This case was no different than telling his mom off for yelling at him for failing a test he didn't study for.

"It means I was teaching younger clan members how to defend themselves," Phil rolled his eyes. "I'll have to train you soon as well," He walked over to the bed and plopped down, sitting on the side of the bed Dan slept on so he was facing the human.

"Well then do it! I wanna learn things!" Dan exclaimed, ignoring the part of him that despised Phil and everything associated with him. Phil chuckled lightly.

"Can't yet," He stated simply. Dan frowned, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Why not?" Dan whined. Phil gave Dan a crooked smile, the white gleam of his teeth showing slightly. Dan envied his teeth for a moment.

"Well for one, I haven't slept in weeks and I'm starting to get tired," Phil began. Dan thought that was an understatement but said nothing. "Second, you're not ready and third, I have jobs I need to do," Dan whined and pouter slightly.

"Do I get no privileges with having to be your mate?" Dan groaned. Phil laughed lightly.

"Not until the mating ritual begins, which I'm dreading by the way," Phil said weakly. Dan couldn't help but notice how calm and relaxed Phil was being. He didn't seem like someone-er... something-on death row.

"Why? Am I not good enough to mate with?" Dan asked sarcastically. He knew he was decent on the eyes, or at least he'd been told so on multiple occasions, but it didn't help his ego. In fact, it probably added to his little attitude problem.

"Eh, I just really don't want a repeat of last-never mind," Phil shook his head and looked away from Dan. Dan furrowed his eyebrows and uncrossed his arms to push himself out of the chair. He walked over to where Phil sat and crossed his arms again, looking at him expectantly.

"Continue," Dan commanded, sass lacing his voice. He still hated Phil, after all. Phil cocked an eyebrow at Dan, who didn't look intimating in the least with his messy brown hair and Pokémon pajamas.

"Oh? You think you can boss me around, hm?" Phil questioned, his voice dropping an octave. Dan felt his stomach sink and his knees buckled. A voice wasn't supposed to effect him that much, what was wrong with him? Dan nodded once, swallowing at the lump in his throat that prevented him from speaking. "Well, we'll have go work on that attitude if yours, won't we?" Dan almost felt sick at the thought, but in a sick way it excited him. God, a vampire threaten him wasn't supposed to excite him. Dan had a problem.

Before Dan knew what was happening Phil had him pinned to the comfortable bed, holding both his wrists with a single hand. His legs were on either side of Dan's hips. Phil was dangerously close to Dan's face, to the point where he felt his breath when he spoke. Phil still smelt like vanilla and Dan was sick of the sent. He hopped getting pinned by Phil wouldn't become a natural occurrence. Phil brushed Dan's fringe out of his face gently with the hand that didn't hold his wrists, eyes scanning the boy's face.

"You're going to learn pretty soon who controls who, got it?" Phil breathed. Dan didn't responded, lump in his throats preventing it. Phil didn't like that. He tightened his grip on Dan, causing the boy under him to wince. "Got it?" He repeated harshly.

"Y-Yes Phil," Dan gasped, silently chiding himself for stuttering. Though it was pretty hard to not stutter when an actual vampire was pinning him down.

"Good boy," Phil sung, loosening his grip on Dan's wrist slightly. "The sooner you stop being such a brat, the sooner our training begins, got it?" Phil's voice had a sharp edge to it and it caused Dan to wither beneath him.

"Yes," Dan whispered, warm brown eyes glued to Phil's icy blue ones. Most of him hated this, but a small part of him loved it so much he didn't want it to end. Loved that side of Phil.

"Now, I have to sleep now, you'll be good, got it?" Phil hissed. It wasn't a question. He was telling Dan he got it, 'no' wasn't the right answer, and Dan knew that.

"Yes," Dan breathed, still watching Phil closely. Phil nodded before getting off of Dan. He crawled over to the opposite side of the bed than Dan slept on earlier and Dan realized that they would be sharing a bed. He didn't say anything though. He sat up slowly and watched Phil closely as he turned away from Dan and his breathing deepened.

Once Dan was sure Phil was asleep he stood up, going back to the book he was reading. He flipped to a random page. It was on mating again. Just his luck.

Vampires naturally dominate their mate, not only during reproduction but also in everyday activities. It is their way of showing ownership. This also includes the short time in between choosing a mate and beginning the mating ceremony, which begins soon after the vampire deems their mate ready to begin training.

Dan furrowed his eyebrows at the page before looking up at Phil nervously. He felt like a teen girl hiding smutty fan fiction from her parents. He figured Phil was still sleeping and looked back to the page.

Mating must be consensual to some degree. If a vampire must make their mate comfortable. If not, it is against The Code and is punishable by exile.

Dan shook his head. He'd never agree to mating with Phil. But the training thing excited him enough for him to decide he wasn't going to try and run away, so maybe he would agree to be Phil's mate because of Phil was a Five, it meant there was lots of things he could teach to Dan. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, maybe mating with Phil wasn't the worst thing in the world.

However, it wasn't really worth never seeing his family again. He loved them, but he didn't love Phil. At the time, Dan despised Phil. Tears clouded Dan's eyes as he looked down at the book. The once crystal clear text began to blur into a black and white blob as tears started to drip onto the yellowing paper. He'd never see his mother again, nor his father, or his brother. Never wake up to Mum cooking pancakes. Never laugh as his father tried in vain to explain sports to him. Never help his brother with homework at the dinning room table. All of that was ripped from him. He loved his family. Would he ever feel that way about Phil? Probably not. Could he enjoy Phil at times and appreciate him as a person? Perhaps, one day, many years in the future.

Dan wiped at his face, slapping his cheeks lightly to get himself to calm down. There was nothing he could do about his situation, best to not cry over spilled milk. It was bound to happen, he'd have to make to most of it. Dan wasn't really tired and he had just woken up, but he forced himself to set down the book and walk over to the bed Phil slept in and lay down on the other side, back facing Phil's.

He thought about his family until he finally drifted off to sleep, matching his breathing to Phil's.

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