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a-doubleh-x · 21 days

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Why I like Charlastor

The other day I noticed there was some negativity in the Charlastor tag, including antis and people feeling the need to defend against antis, so I thought I might as well take a step back and just write candidly about why I like the ship.

I only got into Hazbin in October of last year, but already it has inspired me a lot to write and fantazise about it. Like most people, I started with the classic "they look cute together", but as I kept looking I couldn't help but think there was something else to these two than first met the eye.

For starters, I love Pollyanas! I think they get a bad rep for being naive, but I just appreciate an optimist like Charlie who just wants to make people around her happy because it makes her happy. I also like bad boys 😳 I'm a pretty heteronormative guy, so I haven't had a big chance to explore that part of myself yet, but I do like the danger and excitement someone like Alastor brings to the table.

I will admit when I started writing Charlastor I felt like I was handling dynomite. It's a lil scary to ship a boundless altruist with a manipulative sociopath, but bear with me.

I think each of them has something the other needs. I think Charlie needs someone to challenge her, someone to steer her in the right direction while she's mostly isolated. At the start of the series, practically nobody but Vaggie takes her seriously, and Alastor is no exception. He mocks her, teases her, but she still listens and I think it's because somewhere deep down she understands there's something he's trting to communicate in his annoying, but curious way.

Of course, I also love the fanon Charlie who's down bad for Alastor, and even if that Charlie is a little naive, I think it's also sweet and she can use some indulgence while most people treat her like a child.

On the other hand, when it comes to Alastor, this is a bit of a theory on my part, but I think he's secretely lonely. He has friends, certainly, like Rosie and Mimzy, but they're not good enough friends to live together with him. They don't seem to be able to save him from "pure, absolute boredom". But Charlie, for some reason can, even though she's a stranger at the beginning when Alastor chooses to move into the Hotel.

Alastor is not as much of a cynic as someone who chooses to see things in a perspective that benefits him. He doesn't think redeeming sinner is "hopeless", but "hilarious" instead, which has interesting implications to me. That's why he chooses to hover around Charlie, not because he thinks she's lame, rather because he thinks she's silly. She makes him laugh. Which I think is kind of how Alastor sees "love".

And then you have fanon Alastor who, depending on the writer, is either a horny animal, a wisecrack edgelord or a soft boy who's mean to everyone but Charlie XD I like several of those interpretations, but I kinda prefer mine just out of personal taste. I think the best part about Alastor is that he doesn't *care* what anyone thinks of him and always does what he wants, even at the expense of other people, which I find pretty enviable.

They're kinda both outcasts in their own ways. Charlie by being unable to fit in and Alastor being unwilling to compromise. But they don't judge each other. He supports her in his own weird way and she houses him and is delighted of him in general, which is tasty food for his ego. I do wonder why Alastor is interested in Charlie, both in canon and in a fandom vacuum.

There's some cool potential for drama there, but also growth and healing, in my opinion. Personally, I think Alastor doesn't want to actually *hurt* Charlie, but he may hurt those around her, which will be a moment to start settling compromises if Charlie puts her foot down.

That haz bin my review so far! I'm honestly pretty grateful for Vivziepop for all of the work she's done so far, I know directing, animating and writing two shows over the course of 5 year or so ain't easy. I'm also grateful to the fandom who shares their thoughts and vision, which calms the terrible voices I started hearing in my head since I bought this weird old radio.

I'm in the middle of a break, but if you're interested in my fanfics I'll get back to writing very soon. Cheers! 🌈❤🦌

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #alastor hazbin hotel #charlastor

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Heyyy, your work is amazinggg. I was wondering if you can write about reader wanting more praise instead of degradation with bakugo. Maybe they had a bad week and doesn’t feel that good about themselves. While they are fucking bakugo is degrading them but sees that they are not there in the moment so he stops and asks what’s wrong. Then they ask for more praise and bakugo delivers… IF NOT THATS TOTALLY OKAY

Omg @dreamland03 this one was so wholesome and HAWT 🤤 thanks for the idea lovely 💕

Perfection

pairing: bkg x afab!reader

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, though bkg calls reader princess), degradation (reader receiving), bratty!reader, hurt/comfort, they're nerds in love idk

MDNI

It had been a hard week. Nothing was going well, you were exhausted and overwhelmed. It has been especially hard because Katsuki was on a mission abroad for the last two weeks.

You'd barely spoken with him the last few days. You felt unsure each time you picked up the phone to call him, worried you might be bothering him, afraid he wouldn't answer.

But he was finally coming home this evening, and you'd spent the afternoon preparing. You would have preferred takeout so you didn't have to cook, but knew Katsuki would like a home cooked meal, so you'd taken the time to cook something really nice, something you both loved to eat together. You'd also dusted, decluttered, and santized nearly the every surface in the apartment so that it'd be cozy for his return.

When he came home, he had every bit the warmth he always had, if not more. He showered you with affection the moment he arrived, barely letting you leave the cage of his arms. Even while you served dinner, he hugged you from behind while nonchalantly complaining about something Kirishima said to him on the flight back (which was completely harmless and truthfully adorable).

It was fun to humor him, though, letting him act like the grump he is for most of dinner, especially when that pout of his was so damn cute. It was amazing what hearing him complain did to your mood, and even he seemed to notice your chipper attitude as you collected the now empty plates to put them in the dishwasher.

"You find pleasure in my pain or what?" He asked, and you found some of his anger directed at you.

You smirked, unfazed. As easy as it was to get him mad, it was just as easy to appease him. "Of course not. I missed you, is all. Just you being here is making me happy."

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he almost thought you might be messing with him. When he realized you were sincere, he straightened up, trying to look more casual even as his cheeks were tinged pink. "Flattery ain't gonna work on me, princess."

You raised a brow at him, a challenging grin on your lips. "I think that ship's sailed long ago, Katsuki. Flattery always works on you. Case in point," You lifted up on your toes, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt, and pressing a suggestive but short kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you looked at him through your lashes and smiled a little.

He grinned. "I've been back for what? Like, two hours, and you're already begging for punishment, huh?" His arms were back around your waist, though his hands wandered lower, squeezing a cheek in each hand.

When you gasped, he took the opportunity to press against your open mouth, his tongue already teasing your bottom lip before he kissed it.

It was quick business getting back to the bedroom. He'd been gone for two weeks, and neither of you intended to waste any time.

You teased each other out of your clothes, and eventually you find yourself on your back, your legs pushed as far apart as you could get them, pussy spread so you couldn't hide the dark spot on your panties that showed how wet you already were, even before he's even touched you there.

"Fuck," He groaned, pressing a kiss on each thigh, so close to where you really need him. "Always so wet for me. You really can't get enough of me, huh?"

You shake your head, looking down to see him ghost over your sex, teasing you with a light kiss to where your clit was, before he pulled himself up so he was hovering over you. He rolled his clothed erection right against your heat, and you let out a little moan. "I really missed you, Katsuki." You nearly whined, wrapping your legs around his waist so there was no room to doubt your meaning.

"You didn't like that toy I got you?" He asked, brushing your hair back so it was against the pillow.

"It's not that, I do like it." You said, trailing a finger along his collarbone. "It's just better when it's us."

He smirked. "Can't say I disagree." He pushed up onto his knees, pulling your underwear down your legs before tossing it somewhere in the room with the rest of your clothes. Before you could even realize what he was doing, he was already running his tongue between your folds, rolling his tongue along your clit. He has you so you're moaning and clenching around nothing, craving the finger teasing around your hole to fill you up. After sucking on your clit, he pulls away with a light pop. "So fuckin' needy for it, huh? Bet you'd love it if it was my cock instead of my finger. But you'll just take whatever I give you, won't you?"

You weren't sure when the anxiety from the last week snuck up on you, figuring it had been remedied by his warm welcome, but there it was.

And it wasn't like he didn't always talk to you like this. Usually when he taunted you, and forced you to beg for him, it was sexy, and you loved it. Now, though, it pulled you out of the moment, and even if it was only a second, it turned to be difficult to get out of your head afterward. And you didn't want to say anything, didn't want him to feel like he'd done something wrong. You sat up, guiding him away from your legs, so that he was sitting up again. You made quick work of pulling his briefs down his legs, asking if he could grab a condom.

"Just can't wait, huh? Fuck, I love when you're so desperate for it." He quickly moved to grab one from his stash in his nightstand drawer. The harder you tried to ignore the way the word desperate echoed in your head, the harder it was to get out of your head.

Katsuki really did love the way you were so open with your affection toward him. Even now, as he teased you about it, he felt completely at home. He'd missed you so much while he'd been away, cursed the damn villain who'd been wrecking havoc and pulled him away from you for so long. On the flight home, he wasn't anxious to see anyone else, not his friends, his parents. All he wanted to do when he got off that plane was spend the next two days holed up at home with you.

So yeah, he liked to see you beg a little bit, because it made him feel more normal for how much he really did crave you. How much of his mind you took up. But as he eased into your heat, he looked up to check your expression, stopping his motion when he saw tears welling up in your eyes.

Normally, he actually did like to see you cry, loved the way your eyes sparkled when he fucked you so good you had tears spilling onto your cheeks while you sighed his name. But this was different. You weren't even looking at him, though your eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling like you were in a different kind of pain.

"Y/n?" When you looked down at him, he reached up and brushed a tear from your cheek. "What's wrong?" he whispered, and it was one of the rare times that he openly expressed concern in his features.

You had really been trying hard not to cry. Because it wasn't like what was happening in the moment was so terrible, it felt good, but all at once you felt the stress from the entire week hit your chest like a freight train. When he asked what was wrong, though, it made it difficult to hold it together, as terribly as you already were. His expression was so soft, you just wanted to lean into him and let him get rid of all your problems.

"Sorry, baby, it's not you." You said, trying to take a deep breath.

"It kinda feels like it is, though. Did I hurt you?"

You covered your eyes with your forearm, focusing on your breathing. "You didn't, I've just been having a rough week. I didn't realize how stressed I still was until now, I guess."

You feel the backs of his knuckles lighting brushing your forearm. "Please look at me, baby."

You pulled your arm down, taking a shuddering breath. "What's been botherin' you?"

You sigh, but knowing Katsuki, he wouldn't drop it until you gave him a halfway decent answer. So you try your best to explain some of the things that have been going on.

He's rolled off of you, and though he makes no move to get dressed, he pulls the blanket over the both of you. He sat up and pulled you into his lap, asking questions here and there.

When you're mostly done, you're halfway strewn across his lap, a leg thrown over his hips so you were almost snaked around his entire body. "Why didn't you tell me this stuff was happening?"

"You were gone."

"I was in another country, I didn't travel back in time before cell phones exist. We barely spoke all week and you never mentioned any of this."

You sigh. "I just didn't want to bug you, especially just to complain."

He twisted so you could see him raise a brow at you. "You don't bug me. And if you did, I'd just tell you."

You snorted humorlessly. "What a sweet boyfriend I have." You say dryly.

He continues as if he hasn't heard you. "Also, I don't care if you complain. Complain all you want. Doesn't bother me."

You turn to look at him. "Really?"

He pokes you in the forehead with his middle finger. "I'd rather listen to you complain than not hear from you at all. Okay?"

You take another deep breath, finger tracing over his chest. "Okay,"

He clearly didn't believe you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. "I'm serious." And he really did look serious, it was almost cute.

You smiled up at him, leaning up and kissing him softly. "I know. Thank you, baby."

He leans in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss. "You could never bother me. You're so fuckin' perfect I'd have to be an idiot to be bothered by you."

Your cheeks were flushing, and you turned away in embarrassment. "Katsuki..."

"You are. You're perfect. I love everything about you." And he makes his way down your entire body, making stops as he peppers your skin with kisses and compliments. It's enough to get you feeling hot again, the way his tongue teases the spots he knows you're ticklish. Katsuki always gives good head, but the way he was working you now made you feel like you were on fire, you were whining and gasping and barely able to form words. Though, he had some things to say.

"Fuck your coworkers, you're the best they got. Oughta fuck you so good tonight you can't even walk tomorrow. One day without you'll teach them to appreciate all the fucking work you do." He says, before sucking another bruise on your thigh, this one close to your hole where you were begging for contact.

"Worked all day 'nd even made my favorite food. Don't think I didn't notice you cleaned, too. You did such a good job, baby."

You felt drunk on him. On his words, his mouth, the way his fingers teased you. And he looked drunk on you, eyes hooded as his gaze went from your pussy to your face. "I missed this. God, two weeks away from you is torture. Don't let me do that again." And he's back between my legs, tongue working against me with skill and precision.

"Nng—Kats...Katsuki, I'm gonna–" You were so close, the tension building, and then wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, and you were moaning, fingers in his hair holding him in place so he wouldn't keep going.

"Fuck yeah, baby, keep comin' for me." He said, and now his fingers were in the mix, teasing around your hole as you clenched around nothing. "Can't wait til you're squeezing my cock like that."

He fucks you all night, telling you how beautiful you were, that you were perfect for him. You were both wet from sweat and cum by the time you were drifting to sleep, exhausted from how many times he'd gotten you to cum. You reached up, eyes heavy as you traced over the features of his face.

"Thank you, Katsuki." You whispered.

He tilted his head, looking at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on him. "Well, you make it so easy to compliment you. If you feel like that again, let me know and I'll fuck this lesson back into you." And back was that smile of his.

You smiled up at him, kissing him lightly before falling into a peaceful sleep in your boyfriend's arms.

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lightns881 · 3 years

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I'm cracking up at the fact so many repressed dnf shippers are finally caving and reading fanfiction because of heatwaves, an Explicit fic out of all things lmfao

It's a wonderful story y'all, but there's also a lot of other wonderful stories in the dnf AO3 listing with lower ratings, I was in your place a few months ago before I turned into this...

I might or might not review them on my blog with #dnfreviews if you need somewhere to start

#dnf #heatwaves #dreamnotfound #I don't think a lot of y'all understand rpf isn't wrong if the CCs don't mind and you don't shove it in their faces #you don't have to feel uncomfortable because at the end of the day it's fiction #but that's up to y'all #it's like when you stopping giving a -#because good writing and ships ain't easy to find so you might as well if you already watch those compilation dnf videos #also just think Dream does a lot of the shipbait on purpose because he knows more shippers brings bigger audience brings more money #it's all a marketing scheme #you don't gotta feel guilty #anyway dnf writers are pretty pog is all I'm trying to say #also you already started reading heatwaves might as well try your hand at other fics too #aren't you even a little curious?#it's worth it trust me we send so much support to fan artists as that's awesome but fan writers get the short end of the stick #*and #I can't spell

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eryiss · 3 years

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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, and thanks for sticking with this. It’s quite fun to write for this ship, and I hope you’re all ready for homoerotic exercise and another argument between men who don’t know how to communicate :)

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Three - Proving a Point

Day Two: Tuesday

Gajeel woke in a pissy mood. This wasn't going like it was supposed to.

Freed was meant to be a smug, self important man with no practical skills, no world-hardened experiences, and no way of keeping up with what Gajeel was demanding of him. His three day plan had focused around humbling Freed, telling him that he wasn't hot-shit like he clearly thought, and making him realise that his cushioned life didn't mean he was Gajeel's equal.

What was not meant to happen was for Freed to be competent! He wasn't meant to make a shelter, he wasn't meant to be able to make a fire without a match, and he wasn't meant to be able to cook the damn fish and make them taste good! Even Gajeel couldn't do that.

Worse, the fucker knew. Oh he knew what Gajeel wanted but wasn't getting.

He hadn't been so smug when he'd lost though, had he? He hasn't been running his mouth when he'd been in the stream, gurgling his pathetic little surrender. Nah, he'd looked exactly how Gajeel wanted him; weak, embarrassed and unable to deal with the fact he was out of his league.

Sure, it hadn't taken long for Freed to recover and spout some bullshit about Gajeel being intimidated by his magic, or whatever the hell it was he said. He was trying to save face and Gajeel wouldn't let him; he had lost their fight because he couldn't live without his spells. That was impractical, short sighted and the way a spoiled brat of a man worked. No doubt if he had to rely on his fists more, he would have seen the stream as something to take advantage of and used it, rather than falling into Gajeel's trap.

Hah. At least one thing had gone Gajeel's way.

Mostly.

Kind of.

Look, Gajeel might hate the man and the things he seemed to stand for, but Freed wasn't bad looking. And Gajeel was just a man, who had been stripped to the waist with Freed in the same state of undress, wrestling one another. He was bound to get distracted for a moment. Thankfully, Freed's nasty kick to the balls and the ensuing tantrum after had quickly quelled any growing interest.

Gajeel knew what he had to do today, though. Because if he was going to fight with Freed at the end of the week, he needed to respect the man. He wasn't going to respect Freed if he couldn't take a defeat, and if he couldn't handle himself without his magic. So today, Freed was going to prove he had the ability to back up his words.

Okay, it was a tenuous reason for what he had planned, but fuck it. Fuck Freed too.

It was tempting to wake the prick up by dumping some of the water Gajeel had gathered over his sleeping face - a nice little reminder of how the fight had ended - but he decided against it. He needed to have everything prepared before he woke up, so it would be better to check that everything was in place. That, and Freed apparently snored a little when he was sleeping, and Gajeel certainly didn't want to interrupt the possible blackmail that could come from it.

And perhaps it was nice to have something cut through the silence of the forest.

Gajeel had trained in this forest many times, and as such had come to know how to utilise it's assets. He wandered slowly, blinking away the sleep in his eyes, and eventually found what he was looking for. A large tree that had fallen down years ago, and stumbled down a hill. What remained was a leafless trunk at the bottom of a steep incline, perfect for strength training.

Next, he walked to the largest upstanding tree within reasonable walking distance. Gajeel had often climbed this tree to push his agility and upper body strength, and it was the perfect way to test Freed's practical skills. The tree was still standing tall, the branches Gajeel used to climb still attached. Perfect, no excuses for when Freed fucked up.

When he got to the lake, Gajeel grinned a little. The morning was cold and the water would be freezing, the worst temperature to take a swim in. Normally Gajeel would have hated to swim in weather like this, but it would certainly be a nice wake-up call for the spoiled little Prince.

Yeah, this was gonna be fun. For Gajeel anyway.

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"I think yesterday proved pretty damp conclusively that you're out of luck if you don't have your magic," Gajeel said with crossed arms, looking down at Freed. "So, today I'm gonna teach you a couple techniques that'll come in handy when you're in a situation where you can't spell yourself out of trouble."

Freed clearly wanted to make a comment, but held his tongue. He was learning, huh.

When Gajeel had returned from his check of the forest, Freed had woken up, set up a new fire and was using the rest of the fish (and a few berries that he had picked) to make them both a breakfast. Gajeel had wanted to reject it out of hand, but it had smelt great and if it was anywhere near as good as his meal the day before, refusing it would be a mistake. It had tasted amazing, so Gajeel had huffed out a thanks and gave a short nod of thanks.

Soon after that, Gajeel had motioned for Freed to follow him. Freed had done so without complaint - Gajeel couldn't prove it, but liked to think it was because the asshole was too embarrassed after his loss - and allowed himself to be led down the stream, towards the lake.

"You've got wings right, when you use yer magic?" Gajeel asked. "So yer probably gonna use 'em to get over every little thing, right?"

"Like you do with your little cat friend, I expect," Freed commented, and Gajeel stiffened slightly. Freed noticed and smirked a little. "My apologies, I interrupted you. Please, go on."

"Don't need yer permission," Gajeel grunted, more to himself than to the man standing before him. "But if yer using yer wings as much as I think you are, you ain't ready to deal with terrain that ain't easy to walk through. So, if this week's about improving then this is gonna help you get over that flaw. We run from here towards the lake, taking us through forested ground which ain't even and ain't safe, and then we swim from one side of the lake to the other."

"So it's a race then?" Freed asked, annoyingly not intimidated by the proposition.

"If you want," Gajeel shrugged. "But I ain't got a prize or anythin'. Definitely not one for participation, like yer probably used to."

Freed rolled his eyes at that, but didn't ride to the bait. Instead, he said, "Perhaps when I win, you'll cook for once."

"You ain't gonna win," Gajeel claimed.

"We'll see," Freed hummed a little, far too smug for his own good.

"Stretch up," Gajeel muttered, even though he wanted to push the man further, maybe even see if he could add an actual forfeit for losing, something to really make the fucker squirm. But, well, Gajeel didn't know for sure he would win, so couldn't risk things just in case.

Just as Gajeel went to start stretching his calves, he heard the sound of ruffling fabric and frowned. He ignored it for a moment as he felt the gentle burn of his muscles working, but caught sight of Freed's white - now dirt stained and crumpled - shirt now hanging over the branch of a nearby tree. With slightly furrowed brows, he turned towards Freed to demand an explanation, only to see him kicking off his pants and placing them right next to his shirt, leaving him only in his boxer-briefs. His tight and eye-catching boxer-briefs.

Before the thoughts could even form about how Freed was wearing his underwear to perfection, Gajeel forced his memory back to the night before. About how he'd acted and how he had tried to make Gajeel feel like crap just to feed his own ego.

Freed had lost a wrestling match, and had thrown a fit about it. Gajeel couldn't respect a man like that, and he couldn't find a guy hot if he didn't respect him.

"The hell are you doing?" Gajeel demanded.

"If we're going to swim, then I'd rather not get my only set of clothes wet when it could be avoided," Freed explained, and Gajeel was momentarily thankful that he didn't look ready to remove his boxers. He couldn't think like that, so spoke again.

"Cause you can't stand a bit of discomfort, right?" Gajeel grumbled.

"No, I just don't see the point of making things worse for myself to prove a point," Freed looked pointedly towards Gajeel when he said that. "The water is clearly going to be cold and the weather doesn't look like it'll improve, meaning it'll be a struggle to dry ourselves already. The fire can only do so much, and we'll either have to lounge around in wet clothes out of stubbornness, or remove them and wait for them to dry while we ourselves get dry. That extends the time we'll be cold, making us both uncomfortable and wasting time before whatever inane task you've got next. That, coupled with the fact that this is flu season, seems like good enough justification for avoiding a stupid problem."

Gajeel could hardly argue the point, so instead he mumbled, "We ain't gonna be lounging around."

"What an astute and well thought out argument," Freed deadpanned, and Gajeel wanted to punch him again. He didn't, instead averting his eyes as Freed started to stretch his arms. "Nobody is forcing you to do the same if you're shy, Mister Redbox. To me it just feels like the reasonable course of actions."

Rather than speaking, Gajeel turned his back. He also removed his shirt and boots; but he wasn't getting half naked like the pervert next to him.

Calling him a pervert was maybe a stretch.

He pushed back that thought, as well as the thoughts of how damn good Freed's ass looked in those boxers - Gajeel was only a man, and he couldn't deny what he saw - and instead got himself into line with Freed. The race is what he should have been focusing on, not the fact that Freed didn't look half bad when he was taken away from his pampered and luxurious sheen. Tangled hair and the odd spec of dirt really did wonders for the pretty-boy.

The race. Focus on the race. And the fact the guy couldn't deal with a loss.

"Ready?" Gajeel asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Go."

He lurched forward before he could think, sprinting through the undergrowth of the the forest as he ran towards the lake. Years of guild work in places like this had allowed for the perfection of running through the forest; you kept alternating your gaze between the ground and on the trees.

Usually he would have turned his skin to iron so he wouldn't have to focus on the branches in his way, but he was trying to prove a point. He winced a little as a sharp end to a twig scraped against his cheek, far too close to his eye, but didn't let it stop his pace. He could hear Freed's breathing very close behind him, so evidently Freed knew how to run through a forest as well as Gajeel did, so he couldn't let up for a moment.

When they were out of the forest, there was a short run towards the lake with more space than there had been in the forest. Gajeel forced himself to run as fast as he could, not wanting to let Freed overtake him now he had the width to do so. And not having a view of the man's body might-

The race. The way he'd acted the night before. Focus dammit!

If telling himself wasn't enough to cut off his libido, the face first plunge into freezing, dirty water certainly did. He let out a shuddering gasp when his head broke the surface, but couldn't allow the ice-cold water to stop him. He quickly started to swim, smirking a little when he realised he still had the lead.

The smirk died when Freed overtook him pretty damn quickly.

Gajeel saw nothing but ripples of water ahead of him, and gritted his teeth as he tried to speed up. He was a man built to brute force his way through a problem, while Freed was apparently more agile. He should have expected that, but he had wanted to leave Freed in the dust during the run so it wouldn't be an issue.

All he could do now was swim to the other shore of the lake, pissed off.

When he reached the end of the lake, he saw Freed resting on one of the large boulders that made up the shoreline. He was panting, soaking wet and still wearing those fuckimg boxers. When he saw Gajeel haul himself up from the water, he looked towards him and smirked.

"That didn't end up how you wanted, did it?"

"Shut up," Gajeel snarled. "Get yer clothes, we've got a busy day."

When Freed laughed, Gajeel nearly pushed him into the lake again.

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"So, you think ya can beat that?"

Gajeel had more than got his confidence back now, and he was smirking at Freed with his arms flexed intentionally.

Both he and Freed were stood at the bottom of a steep hill, where the dead tree-truck sat. Gajeel had explained this challenge; they would both have to push the tree-truck up the hill as far as they could. The justification for this exercise was that Freed might one day find himself in a situation where he was trapped without his magic and needed to force his way out with his strength alone, and the exercise was meant to simulate that. Freed clearly saw that Gajeel just wanted to push his limits, but he didn't say anything.

This was the last task of the day. They'd already attempted the tree climbing that Gajeel had planned, and Freed had been obnoxiously good at it. Gajeel had been faster, but they both knew that he had a natural advantage because he'd had practice. Gajeel could hardly boast about being slightly better then Freed at something he had done many times and Freed was new to.

Gajeel had just finished his attempt at pushing the trunk, and was fucking delighted when he saw he'd beaten his own personal record. This was how he would regain his control over things.

Freed didn't stand a chance.

"I'm sure I'll be a worthy contender," Freed stated, walking towards the tree-trunk. "Which is a feat, I expect, given that you've clearly been setting me up for failure from the beginning."

"Maybe if you weren't so predictable then I wouldn't have been able to plan things out so well," Gajeel grunted.

"So you predicted that, in everything other than tasks that relied solely on physical strength, I have exceeded your expectations and beaten you in completion, I suppose?" Freed taunted quietly as he positioned himself against the tree-trunk. "I expect you did all of this simply to prove your inferiority."

"Inferiority?" Gajeel scoffed. "You ain't done anything but bitch about this because it's not going yer way."

"Not going my way?" Freed laughed, turning from the log and looking at Gajeel again. "You are joking, aren't you?"

"All you've done is make yer little comments about how you don't think it's fair," Gajeel challenged, taking a step forward and glaring the other man down. "And when ya lose, you throw a tantrum."

"I throw tantrums," Freed demanded, sounding equal parts exasperated and annoyed. "As opposed to you, who has been acting perfectly rational throughout this? It hasn't escaped my attention that you clearly see Makarov's initiative as some sort of personal affront to you, and you have apparently seen it fair to force all of these grievances onto me. So for you, a man who has been as close to stomping his feet and wailing as his pride allows, to complain about me throwing a tantrum is practically laughable."

"You think that's what I'm doing?" Gajeel took another step forward. "I'm doing this because yer clearly a spoiled little city-boy and I ain't associating myself with something who can't-"

"Can't what?" Freed snapped. "Can't make a shelter? Can't start a fire? Can't swim across a lake faster than you? Because I've done all of this despite your clear hopes otherwise. Or would you rather judge my worth as a mage by seeing me push a dead tree up a hillside, or to wrestle you without the weapon I use nor the magic I wield? Because, Mr Redfox, if you need to force such strict parameters to best me and you consistently lose, then perhaps your plan isn't a good one."

Fuck, he wanted to punch the guy. Fully encase his fists in iron and beat the shit out of the guy. It would be damn satisfying to see the guy knocked out, while the smugness straight out of him.

"Nothing to say?" Freed continued, a patronising look on his face.

"Fuck off," Gajeel growler, turning around and going to walk away. Before he could take a step, a wall of glowing runes shot up in front of him, blocking his exit. He turned to Freed with an expression of fury. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You," Freed snapped, and magic seemed to emanate from him.

He looked feral in that moment, with all the shields of fancy clothes and smart ass words replaced by anger and magic. His shirt was billowing in the magic induced winds, and the glare on his face was accentuated by the purple swirling in his eye. Fuck, he looked like a man on the edge and it shot straight to Gajeel's dick. Freed was a gentleman gone wild, and if that wasn't one of Gajeel's most well-buried fantasies then he didn't know what was.

The expression was gone as quickly as it came, and the magic swarming Freed's eye fell away. For a moment, Freed looked worried, but he was talking again before Gajeel could understand why he looked like that.

"Neither of us are happy about this, but at the end of the week we have to fight side by side, and the biggest issue we have right now is that we can't stand one another," Freed seemed more calm now, as if the bubble of anger had burst. What the hell had caused that? "So, either you plan something that might make us work together, or at least respect one another, or we both stop trying and say to hell with the consequences."

Gajeel didn't say anything. It felt like the rug had been pulled from under him.

Suddenly, a wave of shitty realisation hit him. Freed had a point when he said he was taking his anger out on him, when he really just didn't want to do the damn training thing at all. He wasn't being fair.

"I think that's enough," Freed sighed. "I'll gather my things and go home. You needn't contact me again."

Freed was walking away before Gajeel could react, and the walls of runes fell around them both. A horrid feeling of regret filled Gajeel, and he quickly jogged to catch up with Freed, who was clearly ignoring him. He kinda deserved it.

"Shit, Freed, wait," He placed a hand on the man's chest, and Freed glared at him. "Yer right, I ain't been fair," It wasn't a fun thing to admit. "I had some ideas about who you were, and didn't wanna let ya prove me wrong, even when you were kicking my ass," He sighed. "And yer right about me wanting to fuck you over, that's why I did this shit, and it wasn't right. That was shitty of me."

"Well, I can hardly blame you for judging me. We were both guilty of that," Freed admitted. "And thank you for admitting that. But I don't see how we could suddenly become a cohesive, effective team, we're hardly compatible."

Gajeel sighed, Freed had a point.

But if a Fairy Tail mage was good at anything, they were good at being stubborn.

"What if we have a fight?" Gajeel proposed, and Freed frowned at him. "Talking like this ain't gonna get rid of the attitude we have for each other, right? You're still pissed at me, and you said some things that made me wanna sock a punch in yer jaw. Maybe having the chance to beat the shit outta each other might break through the attitude problems we have."

"That's not too bad an idea," Freed admitted, glancing at the evening sky for a moment. "It would be cathartic to make you scream."

"Buy me dinner first, city-boy," Gajeel teased before he could think. Freed all but gaped at him, and Gajeel was speaking to fill the silence before he could stop himself. "Y'know, I ain't ever seen you fight before. Don't know how you work."

"Then I have the advantage," Freed grinned slightly. "And you're voluntarily giving it to me. Perhaps you really are repentant."

"Nah, just wanna kick yer ass without you having an excuse."

"We'll see," Freed smirked, and Gajeel found himself grinning back.

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She Wouldn’t Be Gone || Leon S. Kennedy ||

Prompts:

Saying I love you- 22: Muffled, from the other side of the door.

A/n: Here is some good old Leon Angst because why the hell not..probably sucks cause I’m horrible when it comes to writing angst.

also i turned it into a song fic {{ lyrics Italicized }}

Song Here {{ Listing to it may help }}.

Dating a man like Leon S. Kennedy was never an easy task, he was gone a lot of the days and sometimes it felt like when you two where actually together he his mind wasn’t even their. You started to feel like the man didn’t care about you at all. Did he even love you? that was a question that’s have been running through your mind recently.

You felt like he cared more for Ada more than you and it was getting to a point where you couldn’t take it. It hurt watching him leave, with out giving you a second glance and thanks to Chris you knew just how close two where. Clutching the phone tightly in your hands you tried to stomach what the man on the other line was saying to you.

“Thank you Chris...I...I’ll talk to you later.”After hanging up you clutched the phone to your chest. You weren’t going to cry, that’s what you told yourself until you entered the bedroom your shared with Leon. Locking the door you glanced around the room. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time to leave the man.

Gathering the courage you started to pack your things, you wanted to get this done before he came home, maybe it was the cowards way to go but you didn’t think you could face him. Clutching your suitcase you made your way out of the bedroom. Hanging your head low, your fingers held on firmly to the handle as you walked through the apartment.

“Goodbye Leon.”

Shaking your head you placed a small note on the table you walked out the door hating it will be your last time being back here.

Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Took you home set you on the counter Oh, at least a time or two Maybe she'd thought it through.

When Leon first entered the apartment the man was expected to be greeted by your sunny smile and welcome back. Not the eerie silence he was in right now.

“Y/n.” Maybe you were sleeping, that had to be it. He tried to ignore the pain in his chest as walked to the bedroom, you couldn’t have left. Opening the door the man swallowed the lump in his throat, the room was empty and as he started to check for your things but of course your draws were empty.

“Y/n!” shouting out your name he prayed that this was a joke, it had to be. Glancing around he ran his fingers through his hair fully checking the apartment. It wasn’t until he spotted the note that he knew you’d left, grasping the letter it suddenly felt heavy in his hands. Reading it over the mans heart sunk as he rushed out the door as the note fluttered to the ground.

Yellow sunset slowly dipping down in the rear view Oh, how she'd love to sit and watch you I could have done that a whole lot more If I hadn't been so stubborn, been so selfish Thought about her more, thought about me less Joked and make her laugh, held her when she cried.

Leon cursed to himself, the man felt like an idiot though he knew he had to fix this. Slipping into the car he tried to push back the memories that suddenly came flooding back to him. He shouldn’t have been so stubborn and selfish, you should have his first priority. He should been their to make you laugh, to hold you when you cried. Not to just lave you on your own whenever he had some stupid mission to do.

A little more that, maybe I Wouldn't be driving like hell flying like crazy down the highway Calling everyone we know stopping any place she might be Going any place she might go beating on the dash Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe She wouldn't be gone, she wouldn't be gone.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in his hands he knew he had to find you, Leon didn’t care how fast he was driving. Slamming his hands on the dash he screamed your name at the windshield not knowing he was even crying, though he couldn’t help but think that if he loved you this much then you wouldn’t be gone.

She warned me it was coming said if I didn't change She was leaving I just didn't believe she would ever really walk out, God, I believe her now Called her mamma, cried like a baby to her best friend If they've seen her, they ain't sayin', they ain't sayin' Now, I'm cursing like a fool, praying it ain't too late All I wanna do is fix my mistakes.

You hard warned him, you told him that you’d leave if he didn’t change. Leon just didn’t believe that you would ever walk out but god did he believe you now.Squeezing his eyes shut he then tugged out his phone,trying to keep his voice from breaking he called your mother though she didn’t see and his next choice was Claire, she had to know where you were. You two where best friends.

“Claire...please tell me you’ve seen y/n...” Though he couldn’t help but break down once the woman talked to him, he knew he deserved to get yelled at by her but when it came down to it she hasn’t seen you.

Brushing the tears away, he quickly tossed his phone to the passenger seat. If they have seen you they certainly weren’t telling him.He knew it was his fault but he just hoped he wasn’t to late. He just knew that he had to fix his mistakes, he would make it right.

Find her beg her for one more try, until then damn it I'll Be driving like hell flying like crazy down the highway Calling everyone we know stopping any place she might be Going any place she might go beating on the dash Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe She wouldn't be gone.

Leon would find you, beg you for one more try. He wouldn’t fuck this relationship up, he was going to do anything for you. He hated that he made you leave.Using his car drive crazy down the highway he hoped he wouldn’t get pulled over though at the moment he didn’t care he was breaking the law by speeding. He called everyone they knew and stopped at any place that you’d like to go but he was getting nothing.

Glancing up at the rear view mirror he then caught a glance of his tear stained face, he just gripped the steering wheel tighter until his phone started to go off. Picking it up he ran his tongue over his lip not thinking twice about who it might be.

“Y/n?”

“Really Leon...I’m hurt..”

Slowing down, he knew that he didn’t have time for this. “What do you want Wong?”

“Wong...back to using my last name? this is the thanks I get for finding your little girlfriend...will maybe not girlfriend anymore.”

“What?” that made him slam on the breaks to his car causing the thing to screech across the road. “Tell me....please..”

“Well since you sound so pathetic and it’s a little cute how worried you are and how much you messed this up...I’ll tell you...but Kennedy...you got one shot at this...try not to screw up it.”

I wouldn't be beating on the dash Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe She wouldn't be gone Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Took you home set you on the counter, oh at least a time or two Maybe she'd thought it through.

When Leon pulled up to the motel he hated how nervous he felt. Glancing at the motel number of the room you were staying in he slowly made his way to the door. Only to get a glimpse of you through the window and that’s when his heart stopped. You were crying, is one thing he could see. Did he really do that to you?

What kind of stupid question was that? Of course he did that to you, of course he was the reason you where crying though he wanted to make this right, he had too.

Making his way to the door, giving it a small knock he knew you must have looked through the peephole.

“What do you want Leon? why are you here?”

“Y/n...please open the door...I need to talk to you...just please. Please open the door.”

“Leon...just please go.”

“No..I..go I’ll go...just let me..just let....just let me say this and I’ll go...you don’t have to open it.”

Pressing his head against the door he closed his eyes doing his best to push down his emotions. “Y/n....I know I fucked up....but I love you..and I know you can do better than me but I’m to scared to let you go...just give me another chance...please.”

Hearing the door open, he stepped back to see some tears slipping down your cheeks. Stepping closer, you frowned then wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. “I’m giving you chance Leon.....don’t fuck this up.”

“I won’t.....god I promise you I won’t.” He whispered still holding onto you.

Holding onto Leon, you knew he would keep his promise and if it wasn’t for that call with Ada you part of you knew you would have been long gone.

Glancing up at the man you then pressed your lips against his cheek. “Let’s go home.”

As you two walked towards Leon’s car you missed the woman watching you leave.

Smiling to herself, Ada slipped her sunglasses back on as she turned towards her bike. While the woman enjoyed the banter her and Kennedy shared she knew that his heart would always belong to you and that was something she was fine with.After all, she was the one that convinced you to come here in the first place.

“Good luck you two.” Glancing over her shoulder the two of you were already in the car driving off. “They do make a cute ship.”

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Zp character stuff for other people

Hey kids! I decided since I haven't poked this fandom with a stick in a while, I decided to get back into the swing of things with another series (I'm sure you're all excited *cue sarcasm sign*). This series actually goes out to the fanfic writers out there. This series is basically a dump where I discuss some misconceptions about the characters of zp, and some fun little tidbits that you can toy with. You don't need to use this. Consider this just a bunch of suggestions.

Be sure to tell me what you think! Now onto the.... post, I guess. And big surprise, guess who I'm doing first?

Ok, hear me on. Somebody would request this guy anyway, he's an easy character for me to talk about, and it can help me show people what kind of series this is. So, strap in, because we're talking about this little shit again.

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He ain't Billie Eilish

Get it? Because Billie sung a song called "(I'm the) Bad Guy" and Dame's not the bad guy? Get it? Ok, I'm sorry....

But anyway, I've mentioned this before, but I find that people write Damian differently, and it mostly depends on how they feel about him. In some cases, Dame is written as this completely unlikable dick with little to no redeeming qualities. This is usually done by people who don't like him, and to those people, I ask "Why would you make this character worse? He's a little shit already, we don't need to crank it up to eleven."

I think the best way to sum up Damian is like this: he is a good person at heart, and when he cares about someone, he downright loves them. But when it comes to people he doesn't so much care for, well... that, and he's a massive brat. He doesn't deal well as problems, and he will basically do anything short of having a temper tantrum. He'll get angry, he'll give attitude, he'll cheat, anything to make something turn out the way he wants it to. Then he'll probably forget about it because he has the attention span of a goldfish. And then he'll go do something along the lines of singing songs about rainbows or something.

He's not a downright despicable person, but to people other than his friends and family, he can be a real piece of work.

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Prince of darkness = Angsty pretty-boy?

Ok, so I have said that I like Dame's male human design. I think that he looks like he just walked out of a hot topic, and I just find that funny. Like, in a strange way, it just fits the character? But not because I think Dame's an angsty emo.

Remember how I said that people write this character very differently depending on how they feel about him? Another reoccurring thing I see is people writing Dame as someone who is broken inside and who holds all his pain inside himself, which he'll only share with.... whoever the writer is shipping him with.

While I suppose that's one way to interpret the character, let me just put something out there. Yeah, Dame clearly has problems canonically which he may not like talking about, but it's pretty obvious to everyone that he has them. Damian isn't a character who really hides his emotions, and he often makes it quite clear to everyone how he's feeling. True, he doesn't usually like to discuss his issues, but this is mainly due to him wanting to keep up a cool exterior. Examples of this can be found in the comic and in other artworks involving Dame.

The only times that I've seen this character discuss his issues is with specific characters, such as Addi and Autumn. The reason for this could perhaps be because he trusts those characters enough to be fully honest with them.

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He a player or nah?

Something I see a lot of people not include, oddly enough, is how flirty Dame is. This is a little surprising, because it's a fairly large part of his character. Due to being influenced by Tentadora, Dame is the guy spouting the cheesy pick up lines and doing this such as dramatically leaning against people. And this isn't just with Kayla. He's actually flirtatious with almost everybody. Flirtation appears to be worked into how he interacts with others on a regular basis. He hits on his friends so they all can be like "lol, we hitting on each other, funny joke." and he'll even hit on people he doesn't like, such as Rusty, just to unnerve them. Strangely enough, Vivz has once said that Dame actually gets nervous around people he is romantically interested in and only flirts with people he isn't interested in. While we haven't gotten a chance to see this with, say, Kayla, we might see this in scenes with the two of them alone.

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There's more than just a banjo...

So, a lot of people know about this hell spawn and his beloved banjo. But have you ever asked yourself why this guy is in drama, and not in, say, the music class? Damian is apparently skilled at more than just the banjo. He can play the guitar and the ukelele. There was also a sketch of him walking beside his mum, singing from a thing of sheet music, so it's possible that he may have some vocal training as well. Overall, he is said to be "musically gifted". But it seems as though he doesn't just enjoy playing music. He enjoys preforming. He enjoys getting up in front of people and entertaining them. Which is probably why he's in drama.

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Beware the minions!

Damian actually has what are arguably three little side kicks that I rarely see be mentioned in any fan works. Remember those three little hell spawns, Verin, Vespa and Vetis? While it's not clear what purpose they serve in the palace, they apparently follow Damian around and are quite fond of him. They're based off the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil concept (Vespa, for instance, is mute). To put it simply, there is much chaotic energy when these three are present.

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Creepy dudes be creepy

Another character heavily involved with Damian that rarely gets utilized is Bozzwick. Bozz pretends to be bffs with Damian, but he has more sinister motives. To put it simply, he wants to have sex with Damian. But not only that, Bozz also finds Dame's dark side smexy and tries to bring it out whenever he can. In the few drawings I could find of the two together, Bozz enjoys taunting Damian about his insecurities, Damian is somewhat creeped out by Bozzwick, and Bozz will fo things like, y'know, stretch out his tongue to lick the back of Dame's neck or something.

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That's all for now! If you want to request another character, go ahead. Or, if you think I missed some stuff with Damian, you can request a part 2. Yes, if I miss some stuff on a character, or you just want more info, you can request a character I've already done.

I apologize for wasting your time

- ATOUN

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