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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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Totem Troubles-Technoblade

This is a Technoblade x fem!reader in the dreamsmp. In this, the way that some of the Minecraft lore, so to speak, is wrong. For example, I know a poison potion won’t kill you but will only take you down to half a heart. For the sake of the story I had to change some things to make it flow. I hope you enjoy!

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Gathering materials was supposed to be easy. It wasn’t supposed to end in an almost cannon death.

Y/N’s POV

It was simple. I needed wood and Techno needed cobblestone. We decided to go out together and gather what we each needed. There was a small stone mountain next to a big patch of trees. We could gather what we needed and be within earshot of one another at all times. So we went to sleep and when we woke the next morning, we set out. The place we were going was only about 60 blocks away from our home. Far enough it didn’t damage our ‘view’ so to speak but close enough we could easily run home if need be. It was simple… Well it was supposed to be.

I gave Techno a quick kiss before turning to the tree in front of me. “Be careful,” Techno warned, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, before walking toward his stoney mountain. “You too,” I called in response, taking out my netherite axe and getting to work chopping down the amount of trees I needed.

Maybe I was too focused on my work, maybe I was too focused listening for Techno, maybe it was because it was daytime. Either way, I didn’t notice it. I didn’t notice the footsteps and the sizzle. I couldn’t hear the laughter a few blocks away drawing nearer. Sucks I had to find out this way.

As I raised my axe to chop some more wood, a huge force hit my back. A creeper exploded, propelling me forward a few blocks, causing me to drop my axe and land on my stomach. A scream escaped my throat as white hot pain coated my back. “Y/N!” I heard Techno scream through the ringing of my ears. Laughter rang throughout my ears as well. I slowly eased myself up, looking to find a witch standing above me, splash potion at the ready. “Please, no,” I whimpered, knowing it wouldn’t have any effect. Mobs were mindless drones, their only thoughts to hurt the people that lived on the server.

Glass shattered onto my back and green swirls surrounded me, immediately making me feel sick. Another glass shattered on my back, this one purple. I felt awful. I felt sick and I couldn’t bear to hold myself up anymore. I collapsed back to the ground, completely at mercy to the witch. The laughter rang once more through my ears as darkness completely clouded my vision. “Techno,” I murmured once more, praying he would hear me. Wherever he was.

*POV Switch*

Technoblade’s POV

It was supposed to be simple. Leave the house, gather materials with Y/N, go back to the house. Of course nothing in my life can ever be that simple.

An explosion set a small flurry of panic through me, but what truly caused my blood to run cold was her blood curdling scream. “Y/N!” I screamed out, hoping she would be alright. I dropped my pickaxe and unsheathed my sword and shield. I raced out of the small cave I had dug while retrieving cobble and found my girlfriend lying prone in front of a witch. “Fuck!” I cursed to myself, pushing myself even harder to get to my lover.

The witch raised up a splash potion, but I quickly dove my sword into its side, causing it’s attention to shift. I raised my shield as the splash potion was thrown on me causing it to bounce back and hit the witch instead. Pulling my sword from the witches' side, I stabbed at the mob once again, this time hitting directly in the chest causing the mob to parish.

Quickly I threw my sword and shield into my inventory and rushed back over to Y/N. Purple and Green swirls surrounded them as they lay face down on the ground. Blood was seeping out of their shirt from the back and I silently cursed myself for not making her put armor on. I checked her left arm and almost fainted at the sight. Her hearts, the ones that showed how much health she was at, were green and were being depleted with no signs of stopping. “Fuck,” I cursed, throwing open my inventory to search for the one thing I knew would for sure save her. “Where is it?”

After a few seconds of struggle, I finally found it. The golden totem I had secured just a few days prior. Ripping it from my inventory, I dropped to the ground and shoved the totem into Y/N’s hand, forcing her fingers to wrap around it securely. I didn’t even have time to relax. A huge pop sounded and the totem disappeared. The swirls disappeared from my love’s body and three of their hearts came back, no longer green from poison, as well as an additional two golden hearts as an extra cushion.

I felt myself let out a breath. She’s safe now. She’s going to be alright. “Y/N?” I questioned gently, moving to look at her face. Nothing. “Y/N?” I tried again, gently reaching out to touch their shoulder. Again, nothing. The movement she made was her chest up and down to show she was still breathing. Panic began to flood my senses once more, why isn’t she awake? The totem worked, didn’t it. Why isn’t she responding. Looking at her arm once more calmed me down only slightly. Her hearts were stable, so why aren’t her eyes open?

Gently, I rolled Y/N onto her side, allowing the glass to fall off of her back and onto the snow before standing up and gingerly lifting her off the snow, bridle style. I was extremely careful to not touch the parts of her that were still healing as I made my way back to the house as fast and safe as I could.

Once inside, I took Y/N into our shared bedroom and laid her down on her stomach. Pulling off her shirt, I winced at the sight of her back. Burns and cuts littered her back, blood oozing from many of the open wounds. I noticed that there were still little shards of glass poking into her skin. I forced myself to be completely calm. Although I was still in a bit of a panic because she wasn’t waking up, Y/N needs me right now to take care of her and her wounds and that’s what I was going to do.

The first aid kit we kept in the bathroom was well stocked. My eyes danced over the materials with fondness in my heart. Y/N had made this kit when we first got together. They hated seeing me hurt but knew I had little to no care for myself and my injuries. So they brought over this kit and would always be the one to sit me down after a battle or a long time away from one another and would take the time to tend to all of my injuries, no matter how small. It’s a little hard to swallow that it is now my turn to tend to Y/N’s wounds.

I retreated back to the bedroom, kit in one hand, a damp rag in the other. I set everything I needed on the bed and began working. I grabbed the tweezers and carefully plucked the remaining shards of glass from Y/N’s back, throwing the glass into a nearby trash can, making a mental note to take it out later. Once I was sure all the glass was gone, I used the damp cloth, to gingerly wipe down Y/N’s back, cleaning the blood, sweat, and grime from their slightly charred back. Next came bandages, one for every cut, no matter how little. Because then came the burn cream and I didn’t want it to get in any of the cuts. Gently, I applied the cream to my fingertips and slowly began massaging the cooling cream into my lover’s back. It was almost calming taking care of my lover in this way… Almost

Once I was finished, I took the kit back to the bathroom and put it away before washing my hands and then splashing some of the cooling water on my face, hoping to calm myself down even further. It didn’t work.

The totem prevented them from dying. From losing a cannon life. They should have woken up once the totem popped. It is designed to get rid of all affects and give you hearts, golden hearts at that. It confuses me to no end as to why the effects worked on Y/N but didn’t wake her up… What if she never wakes up? What if the totem glitched? What if it gave her hearts but she lost all of hers before that happened? What if I was too late?

Thoughts swirling in my head, I stormed out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Y/N still lay on her stomach, back rising and falling, but eyes remaining shut. Tears pricked in my eyes as the last question danced round and round in my head. What if I was too late.

I began pacing at the end of the bed, thinking. Who could I go to for help? Almost the entire server either hates me or fears me… Philza wouldn’t be much help, as much as I love him, he can be kind of daft about these things. Dream is a possibility… But I don’t want to owe him. God, why! Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it have been me? I wish it would have been me. I would do anything for me to be in her place right now.

I don’t know how long I was there just pacing and thinking. But it was long enough for the room to become completely dark and then light again. All throughout the night, Y/N’s condition remained the same. Hearts slowly healing back to full, but her eyes still closed. My legs felt like jelly underneath me. I had been on my feet for so long. Slowly I walked over to Y/N’s side of the bed, sitting on the chair I had placed there when I was tending to their back. I found my hand reaching out and carefully pulling Y/N’s hand from her side and holding in both of my hands, bringing it up to my mouth and placing a soft kiss to Y/N’s hand.

“Y/N… I don’t know if you can hear me,” I began, a lump forming in my throat and tears pricking in my eyes, “but if you can. I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I failed you. You’re hurt and it’s all my fault. I should have kept a better eye on you, I should have been beside you, but I wasn’t and now you’re not waking up and I don’t know why… I’m so sorry Y/N. I love you. I love you so much. Please, please come back to me,” I begged. The tears that had been welling up in my eyes finally streamed down my cheeks. I couldn’t hold them anymore. I moved and pressed a tender kiss to the corner of Y/N’s mouth that was exposed by their position. “I love you,” I whispered once more, before bringing our joined hands back to my forehead and closing my eyes tight.*

After a few more moments of silent begging, a gasp startled me out of my thoughts. My eyes shot open to find Y/N’s Y/E/C ones staring back at me. “Y/N,” I breathed out in disbelief. “Techno” they whispered back, “What happened?” I let go of their hand and brought mine to their cheek and gently stroked their face, “What do you remember, love?” I asked, looking at her face deeply. Y/N attempted to adjust themselves, but winced. “Careful,” I warned, looking over to their back. The burns had healed a little bit, but it was best for them to remain on their stomach for a while longer.

“We were getting materials,” she said slowly, her eyes scanning mine. I gave her a slight nod silently encouraging her to continue. “And I was chopping wood. There was an explosion… A creeper. I landed on my stomach in front of… of a witch. It hit me with two splash potions… it hurt so much and I felt so sick, and then it all went dark,” Y/N finished, eyes scanning my face. I nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, yeah that’s what happened, love. When I heard you scream I dropped everything and ran to you. I wasn’t fast enough and for that I’m truly sorry,” I apologized, bringing their hand up and kissing it once more.

Y/N rolled her eyes at me, “It’s not your fault dummy. Besides, you probably rescued me just in time. Didn’t you? Kill the witch and then bring me here and fix me up, didn’t you?” She questioned, eyebrows raised. I nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head with my free hand, “Yeah. I guess I did that…” I replied, trailing off. Y/N let out a small scoff with a grin painting her face, “You’re a hero Tech, my hero… I love you,” She stated softly. My heart fluttered in adoration, “I love you too. So much,” I responded softly. “Come here and kiss me you big doof,” Y/N commanded, a cheesy smile on their face. I couldn’t help but return her smile as I leaned down, reached under her chin and gently tilted her head to mine, pressing my lips to hers in a sweet yet passionate kiss.

I felt all of my worry melt away as our lips were connected. The kiss reminded me that Y/N was in fact here, alive, and safe with me. My love’s eyes were open and the totem had worked, although a bit slower than I would have liked, but it worked nonetheless. I slowly pulled away from the kiss, a soft smile on my lips. “Can we cuddle now?” Y/N asked innocently. Who am I to deny her request?

I carefully stood from my chair and made my way to my side of the bed, crawling ever so gently into bed next to Y/N. I carefully laid myself next to her and slowly placed an arm around the top of her shoulders where the burns weren’t as back and the cuts had mostly healed, “Is this okay?” I whispered softly, my eyes scanning my lover’s for any discomfort. “Yeah, it’s okay,” She responded softly, her eyes fluttering closed. And for the first time in many hours, I wasn’t worried about her eyes being closed. In fact, I allowed my own eyes to flutter closed and allowed my body to fully relax knowing the one I love is completely safe.

*Do you guys know the position I’m talking about? The one you always see in movies and tv shows in hospital scenes where the one conscious person has the other person’s hand clutched in both of their hands and it’s pressed to their forehead? Yes, no? Let me know! Lol

There you have it I really hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like!

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weasleyswizardpleases · 3 years

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And the Living is Easy (Fred x reader)

Summary: You spend the first night of summer vacation getting into trouble with the Weasleys + Harry and Hermione. Fred x reader. Fluffy mischief mostly, but sex is discussed and implied.

Warnings/Notes: Light sexual content but not all out smut, alcohol, heights, language. I wrote this to be a stand alone, but I enjoyed it so much that it might become part of a loose series of slice of life-y reader x twins fics set at the burrow over the summer! ps i did not edit this at all after writing it at 2am so. uh

Summer at the Weasley’s is my favorite time of year. After my mother passed, you were tossed around from boarding school to boarding school, relative to relative, never really having a say in where you went, or with whom. But ever since becoming fast friends with Fred and George while repairing brooms for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, you’ve pretty much been considered an honorary Weasley.

You stow your suitcases in the overhead and squeeze into a seat next to Fred and George. Across from you, Ron, Lee, and Harry are packed in.

“Do you reckon you’ll ever make it out to the burrow, Lee?” asks George pointedly.

“Yeah, you don’t know what you’re missing out on. Mrs. Weasley’s hotcakes are out of this world.” Harry says.

“And there’s loads of space to play quidditch.” you say.

“And loads of secret spots not even Mum knows about where we can basically do whatever we like.” adds Fred.

“You know my mum will hardly let me out of her sight for a day. Merlin’s sake, she’s practically ass to elbow on me all summer.” Lee says, faking a pout. “Quit ribbing at me, would you? Or I’ll spend the summer in my room coming up with derogatory names to call you on the Quidditch pitch.”

Murmurs of “Come on, we’re only joking.” and “Fine, fine.” fill the packed compartment. You lift your rat Pansy up to the window to show him the scenery.

“Bet you’ve never seen the fine English countryside like this, eh Pansy?” you baby-talk at him, scratching his little noggin.

“You know that thing is never gonna talk back at you, right Y/N?” says Fred, rolling his eyes.

“You never know. Look what happened to Scabbers.” you say, wiggling you eyebrows. “This rat could also secretly be a creepy little pervert who watches me undress at night.”

“I suppose it isn’t unprecedented in the rat community,” agrees George. Ron scowls in disdain.

“That’s my pet we’re talking about!” he says, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“Yeah, fine pet he was.” says Harry, grinning.

“I will say, Ron-” Fred begins, clearing his throat. “You’ll never find another like him.” He claps his little brother on the back and stands up, peering down the hallway. “Oi, it’s the trolley, look alive Georgie.” George rises and straightens his coat. The boys have been planning for ages to charm the trolley witch into selling their skiving snackboxes. They run off down the car towards her. You tuck Pansy back into his cage and watch the scenery go by yourself. Before you know it, you’re being shaken awake by Fred and George.

“C’mon, Dad is waiting!” says George.

“Got you some chocolate frogs, but that means you owe us one.” says Fred, shoving a wriggling paper bag into your hands. Delighted, you expertly open the bag, catch a frog, and slurp it up before it manages to escape.

“Tank -ou” you mumble, your mouth still full. Lugging your trunks over to meet Mr. Weasley, you smile with excitement. Every summer with the Weasleys is a blast, but you know this one will start off with a bang because last week Fred absconded with a jug of top shelf mead from Filch’s office. You’d all agreed that you needed it more, since you want to have fun and have no money, while Filch obviously dislikes fun and ostensibly has some amount of money squirreled away from all his groundskeeping or lurking or whatever his job is.

After greeting Molly, you and the twins bound up to their room- and, when you’re here, your room- pushing and shoving your way up the narrow stairwell. You toss your things down and throw yourself onto a bed, spreading your arms as if making a snow angel.

“Oh, boys, it is good to be home!” you say, laughing. Fred and George always joke that their mother likes you, Harry, and Hermione better than any of her own actual children, and you love teasing them about it.

“Speak for yourself, she’s already got that sending-us-to-de-gnome-the-

garden-while-hungover gleam in her eyes,” retorts George good-naturedly.

“And get your shoes off my bed! Mum will have all three of us beating out the rugs if she sees that.” says Fred. You close your eyes and pretend to be asleep, baiting the boys into attempting to push you off the bed. You wind up making such a ruckus roughhousing that Hermione comes in looking concerned, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. You all three pause from your compromised position to look at her, you releasing a vise grip on Fred, George dropping your left leg, which he had been twisting violently.

“When did you get here?” you ask, running to hug her.

“Just apparated over, my parents would never forgive me if I didn’t at least drop by for dinner before practically moving here for the summer!” she replies, turning to greet the twins.

“Are you going to be participating in our little soiree tonight, ‘Mione?” asks George, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you three planning?” she asks sternly, stifling an excited smile.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” you say.

“But don’t wear white shoes.” warns Fred. Hermione gives you all a funny look before running off to finish her greetings.

“Where are we going tonight, Freddie?” you ask, looking up at your tall friend. He gives you a cheeky glance.

“Oh, out by the bog. There’s a huge hill between there and the house, so we can make a fire and nobody will see.”

“And there’s a huge stand of trees and a pond between that spot and the neighbors’,” says George.

“You two have got it all figured out. And you’ve got the firewhiskey! What a night, what a night it shall be.” you say, your voice singsonging as you dance exaggeratedly.

“Too bad nobody invited any girls.” says Ron from the doorway. He’s been standing in the hallway looking in the mirror for some time now, fussing with his hair.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Ginny shouts from her open door down the hall.

“YOU don’t count!” Ron replies.

“We know you’ve got someone else in mind, little brother.” George says, flicking Ron in the ear.

“It’s pretty obvious,” Fred agrees.

“You get all flustered when she corrects your grammar,” you say.

“And you let her braid your hair.” says Fred.

“And you-” begins George, but Ron interrupts, his face beet red.

“Shhhh! Buzz off you two, or I’ll start blabbing on about who you’re interested in as well.”

The twins exchange a somewhat threatened glance, but say nothing.

“That’s right, I’m not as dull as you lot like to think, thank you very much. I notice things. So let me alone or I’ll sing like a canary!” Ron finishes, turning back to the mirror for a final glance at his hair before trotting downstairs.

“You two have crushes?” you demand, turning to stare down the twins. Fred shrugs with his usual attitude but you notice a light blush spreading across each of their cheeks. You swat him across the chest. “Why didn’t you tell me? Who is it? You motherfuckers.” You grab George by the collar. “George, tell me who it is! A crush, my god.” You throw your hands up in the air. They’re being super weird, so you decide to drop the subject. “When you snog every girl and half the boys in the school, between the two of you, you practically hold us all down to tell us the details but now you’ve got a crush and suddenly you’re like a couple of mimes.” You look each of them in the eyes, and both avoid your stare. “Fine! Don’t tell me.” You throw your hands up in mock anger and lead the charge downstairs to begin setting the table for dinner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~After dinner, you pass the evening playing cards and chatting until Mr. and Mrs. Weasley retire for the night. Then, you’re left with all your friends and Percy, who it has been agreed simply cannot know you’re sneaking out to drink in the woods, because he is a killjoy. Using a previously discussed maneuver, Hermione attempts to trick him into believing that she and Ginny are going to bed, hoping that he will get nervous about being bullied if left alone with you and the twins, and elect to follow them to bed soon after. However, Percy is in an unusually jovial mood, and so Ron and Harry are forced to retreat as well. As a last line of defense, you pretend to fall asleep on George’s shoulder, nuzzling into his sweater. When Percy gets up to go to the bathroom, you dash outside into the moonlit yard, covering your mouth so your giggles don’t give you away. You run to crouch behind the garden shed, doubled over with laughter.

“I thought he would never stop yapping.”

“God, how are you two related to that bore?”

“We can’t help it.” Fred says, bending to gather rocks from the ground.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Watch!” he raises his hand to throw a pebble at Ginny’s window, but you grab his wrist.

“Have you lost the plot? Percy will hear! And probably your mum too, with your aim. I’ve got a better idea,” you say, peeking around the garden shed while gesturing for the boys to stay put. You pop out of the shed with a dusty, rickety broom.

“Does this thing still work?” you ask.

“Well enough,” says Fred, getting a running start and jumping on the broom. Wobbling a bit, he sails up to Ginny’s window and confers with the girls, then moves on to Ron’s window, where he perches on the sill, one foot dangling out the window.

Beside you, you’re aware of George’s presence beside you in the cool, sticky night.

“Bloody brilliant,” he murmurs, elbowing you gently. “How’d you even know that thing was in there?”

“Lucky guess. I mean, with a family full of Quidditch players, there’s bound to be a broom lying about someplace.”

Fred jumps down onto the broom and turns a few experimental loop de loops overhead before nearly falling and coming to a shaky landing near your feet.

“That one belongs on the rubbish heap, honestly,” he says, laughing as he tosses the old thing aside.

“Oh, sure, blame it on the broom,” you tease.

He’s soon followed by Ginny and Hermione on Ginny’s broom. They glide down and come to a halt next to you, stepping down gracefully.

“How are Harry and Ron going to get out? They’d have to go right by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s room, unless Harry has his broom up there with him, but I think I saw it in the foyer.” says Hermione, looking at Fred worriedly.

“Well, err, I told them to climb down,” says Fred earnestly.

“What?!” says Hermione. “They’ll be loud as bison, besides probably breaking their necks.”

“It’s not my fault they’re too dumb to pass their apparation O.W.L.S! They’ll be fine.”

As he finishes his sentence, Ron’s window slides open and Harry’s head pops out. He lowers what appears to be a rope made of sheets and blankets tied together. Hermione’s brow furrows as she watches, helpless, while Ron artlessly slips one leg out the window, before even checking to see that the “rope” is nowhere near long enough to reach the ground. Ginny giggles, biting her lip when she sees Hermione’s distress.

“Do something!” Hermione hisses, nudging her. Ginny groans and soars over to boost Ron onto the back of her broom, going back to do the same for Harry.

“Shite! The firewhiskey,” you whisper, smacking your forehead. Everyone lets out a collective groan, but before you can send someone back up to hunt down the alcohol, Ginny opens her backpack, revealing the gleaming jug. Everyone cheers, but then quickly realizes that loudly cheering may have blown your cover. Fred and George scurry off into the brush and you all follow them down a lightly trod path through the countryside, eventually reaching the open bank of a large, murky pond. This is a spot you’ve never been to before, probably because it’s a fair stretch away from the house, and apparently from any civilization at all.

Hermione quickly conjures a large fire, creating a pocket of warmth in the chilly night air. You lean against a large rock and shiver when the cool stone brushes the back of your neck. Ginny pulls out the firewhiskey and hands it to Fred, who pops the cork, shouting with glee before knocking back a sip and passing it to George, who passes it to you. The familiar sickly sweet liquid burns your throat and warms your stomach, and you feel your (already barely existent) inhibitions begin melting away.

Before long, Ron suggests that you all play a game, and you run through your options: truth or dare, spin the bottle, a wizarding game you’ve never heard of, and hide and go seek. Hermione refutes hide and go seek on the basis of safety, and Fred refutes spin the bottle on the basis of the fact that four out of six of you are siblings. Not everyone brought their wands, so you can’t play the magic game, and you’re left with truth or dare as the apparent winner, which you were rooting for anyway, because you want to see what you can get the twins to do. It almost makes you wish Percy was here so you could put him in a compromising position, but knowing him, he’d find a way to make walking on hot coals boring.

“I’ll start, I’ll start!” you volunteer, looking around the circle. “My first victim will beeeee…” you look at Hermione, who cringes nervously, then spin around to point at Harry. “Harry Potter. What will it be, Mr. Potter, truth or dare?” you ask.

Harry shrugs. “Hmm.. I’ll do.. Dare, why not?” he replies.

“Alright Harry, I dare you tooooo.... Oh, easy. I dare you to smack Ron every time he says something you think is stupid tonight. And be honest, or we’ll smack you,” you say. The twins nod in agreement.

“That’s not fair! That’s barely a real dare!” protests Ron. You raise an eyebrow at Harry, who turns and gives his friend a good wallop.

“Alright Harry, your turn.”

You play for nearly an hour, all the while passing the bottle lazily between you, until everyone’s good and tipsy on the strong liquor. Several good dares are exchanged: Fred is dared to give you a lap dance, which he does with gusto and an uncomfortable amount of eye contact. You dare Ginny to race you across the pond and back, and you both strip down to your skivvies and plunge into the chilly water. Ginny wins, of course, but you just wanted an excuse for a swim. Fred lends you his cloak, patting it onto your shoulders to dry them before you pull your pants back on. George dares Ron to walk back to the house and get food, which he reluctantly agrees to after everyone bullies him into it. By the time he gets back with a basket of pastries and jam, you’ve transitioned to mainly truths, because the well of dares has run dry.

When it’s Hermione’s turn to ask Fred, she blushingly asks if he’s lost his virginity.

“What, do you all think I’ve snogged every girl we know without scaring? Have a little faith, please.”

“Clever, but that’s not an answer!” slurs Hermione, pointing at him and grinning. “Have you actually had sex before, or do you just talk a big game?”

“Well, have you?” you ask, laughing as he tries to bluster out an answer.

“”Course I have. Ask anybody. Everybody must think George and I are the male sluts of the century, the way you people talk.”

“Still not an answer!” you say, looking at him mischievously.

“How’s this for an answer, then?” he retorts, pulling you to his waist and kissing you on the lips melodramatically, throwing you up against the rock, practically fucking but for the clothes. What’s probably thirty seconds of kissing at most feels like an hour. Everyone goes “Oooooh!” and when he finally lets you go you’re flabbergasted, but you recover your senses.

“Point taken, then. Alright Freddie, your turn,” you say, straightening your clothes and trying not to look like you enjoyed that.

“I dare Hermione to let us play hide and seek, for fuck’s sake,” he says, lazily.

“Ugh! I might be drunk but I’m not letting anyone stumble around alone in the pitch black plastered out of your mind. Ask me a real question!”

“What if we weren’t alone?” Harry asks, looking around. “I mean, we could go in pairs or little groups. Like team hide and seek, basically.”

“I call Fred and George!” you cry, throwing your arms around their sweaty necks.

“Fine, but please be careful. And everyone should be on a team with at least one person with a wand,” says Hermione, who teams up with Ron. That leaves Harry and Ginny on the last team.

George produces his wand and casts an illumination spell.

“Not it!” You shout, immediately echoed by Ginny.

“Alright, we’ll count to 50” says Hermione, but Harry and George protest until they finally agree to 3 minutes.

Fred tears off into the woods and you and George follow, bushes thwacking you in the face, vines snagging at your ankles. You break through the brush into a field, panting, and stop for a break.

“Where are we going?” you ask, looking around. “And where are we?”

“No idea!” Fred says gleefully.

“What about over there?” George nods towards a patch of grass and trees down in a glenn. You lope down hill through high grass and crash to a halt in the stand of trees, crouching low. Fred huddles next to you and George clambers clumsily into one of the trees, flattening himself into one of its crooks.

You can feel your stomach churning after your run, but you manage to successfully push down the acrid taste rising in your throat. Above you, you hear George belch, and just manage to slip out of the way as he spits a pitiful glob of vomit to the ground.

“Oi, we’re down here, you lout,” hisses Fred, ducking.

“Look at the state of you,” you drawl, bumping into Fred as you readjust around George’s vomit. He groans from his spot up in the tree and lies back down sleepily. To your surprise, you feel the urge to pull Fred closer rather than pushing him away. The earthy smell of the forest floor calms your stomach, and you find your mind wandering to his lips, his hands on your waist and neck. Buzzing with drunken impulsivity, you wrap your arms around his slender waist and pull him to sit beside you. He looks surprised, but readily slouches against the tree trunk next to you. You can feel his chest rising and falling with each breath. The air is still and cool in that settled way characteristic of the night.

Overhead, you think you can hear George beginning to snore.

“Freddie-” you begin, but before you can say a word, his lips are on yours, his hands tangled in your hair. You push him down and roll over so that you’re straddling him, gripping his jaw in one hand as you kiss him, hard, then gently. His lips are softer and more relaxed than they were when he kissed you earlier, and his body less certain. There’s no false bravado in him now, and you bite his lip gently, your tongues barely batting together. You reach down to unzip his pants but he pulls back.

“Y/N- I- Look, I may have lied earlier,” he says, his face flush with desire and embarrassment. You look at him quizzically, your drunken mind not connecting all the dots.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I haven’t… done this before. I’ve only ever kissed. Although I’ve done quite a lot of that.” he says quietly. You blink.

“Oh. Oh! You total freak. Why go to all that trouble to convince everyone you have?”

“Have you considered that maybe I just wanted to kiss you?”

This shuts you up. He pulls you back down to kiss you again, this time on the cheek, on the forehead, the neck.

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” you say carefully, brushing a bead of sweat from his forehead.

“No… no, I’m ready. I want this now,” he says, tugging at your shirt. You pull it off over your head and toss it into the grass, the game of hide and seek forgotten. Let the shirt be a warning flag to any nosy passerby. Fred kisses across your chest.

“Freddie, we’re drunk,” you remind him, your breathing growing heavier as his tongue flicks across your nipple.

“I want you,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck in between kisses. “I want you, I want you, I want you,” he says. You kiss him in reply, and move again to unzip his pants. You feel his hard member ready to burst out of his jeans, and it sends a thrill through you.

You had considered that you might one day wind up with Fred or George, and honestly, you had figured it would be on some less-than-sober whim like this, but you never really pictured it. You certainly never imagined Fred like this, innocent and tame, hoping for someone else to take the lead.

“Will you show me how?”

“Yes,” you breathe your reply into his mouth.

“Will you go slow?” he asks sweetly, his coy submissiveness sending tremors through your body.

“Yes. Come closer.”

In the morning, you groggily open your eyes at the sound of birds chirping. You sit up, your head throbbing, and look around. Above you and a few feet to your right, George is sleeping soundly on his belly in the flat convergence of an oak tree’s branches. To your left, shirtless and smeared with dirt, is Fred curled on top of his cloak, also fast asleep.

“Guess they gave up on finding us,” you mutter, running a hand through your hair to smooth it into place. You remember what happened last night well enough, although some parts are cloudier than others, and you don’t remember deciding to fall asleep at all. You suppose it just happened at some point. Your heart beats faster, wondering if you and Fred will be an item after this, or if he’ll want to keep it quiet, or if you just won’t talk about it. You’re not sure what you want, yet. It’s still purple pre-dawn in the countryside, the sun not quite peeking over the horizon yet.

You know you enjoyed yourself, and you adore Fred- as a friend, certainly. As something more? Maybe. You brush away your anxieties and trust that you’ll settle things when you’re less groggy. Suddenly, it dawns on you that you’ve got to get back to the house before Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wake up and notice your absence. You stand up as though the ground caught fire, kicking at Fred and shouting at George to get down.

You fetch your shirt from a nearby bush, and pluck a twig from Fred’s hair as he looks up, dazed.

“God, my head,” he says, squinting up at you. “What the hell time is it?”

“Never mind that, you’ll have worse than a headache if we don’t get back to the house by like, yesterday.”

“Merlin!” George exclaims, perking up and basically falling from his perch to the ground. Recovering he stands up, taking his surroundings in. “Hold on, what the hell happened to you, Fred? Where’s your shirt?”

“No time for all that, go!” you say, shoving George in the direction you suppose the house is in. You muster as fast a pace as you can and follow him, Fred scrambling to gather his cloak and tee shirt before catching up with you. With George’s back to both of you, you exchange a goofy grin and a wave of relief runs through you. He obviously doesn’t consider last night a mistake, either. You slip your hand into his and make your way into the breaking dawn.

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Just like this | t.h.

Pairing: Friends to Lovers!AU Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You’re his best friend, and he’s been in love with you for the last 3 years. Harrison finally convinces Tom to do something about it.

Warnings: masturbation and some good soft smut!

A/N: I decided I want to write some softness so here it is! Clearly my mind is in the gutter more often than not considering how long I’ve been trying to finish this.

Word Count: 4.5k

Tom drums his fingers on the steering wheel, staring out the windshield. The snow is coming down heavy and with the wind, drifts are starting to form on the edge of the road. The blacktop is getting harder and harder to see and he’s doing his best to keep the vehicle in between the lines. He won’t voice his concern out loud though. You’ve already asked him six times if he feels comfortable to keep driving. He can hear your words over his head, We can stop for the night somewhere but no, that wasn’t part of the plan. You had to make it to the cabin tonight.

He smiles to himself as he hears you grumble under your breath. “It’s December 20th, how is no station playing Christmas music?”

He takes one hand off the wheel, reaching past you to open the glovebox, his knuckles skimming across your knee. “Here.” He says, digging through it and finding a classic Christmas cd.

You beam at him, “Oh perfect! But keep your hands on the wheel.”

He laughs but does as you command, turning his attention back to the road, hands on the steering wheel. You push the disk into the player, putting the case in the door pocket.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas starts playing and you smile, humming along softly. Tom’s smiling as well, sneaking glances at you out of the side of his eyes. His heart starts to beat faster as he thinks about his plan, about the cabin, about having you to himself for two days.

“Just tell her.” Harrison says, annoyed to be having this conversation for the millionth time.

“She’s my best friend Haz! I can’t just -”

Harrison holds up his hand, “First off, ouch.” He says gesturing to himself. Tom rolls his eyes, “Second, yes you can just tell her. You can’t keep doing this yourself, pining after her. She’s finally single and you have to just grow some fucking balls and tell her. And if she doesn’t like you, which I’d bet my life she does, you fucking deal with it and move on.”

Tom sighs, rubbing at his eyes. He hates that Harrison is right. “Fine, okay, you’re right.”

Harrison smirks, basking in the fact that Tom finally admitted it.

“But how do I tell her?”

Harrison narrows his eyes, “With your mouth?”

“You fucking prick, you know what I mean. I want to do something special.”

Harrison groans, “Not everything has to be a fucking production Tom. You could just tell her flat out.”

“Not when I’ve been in love with her for three years!” And fuck, has it really been that long??

“Fine alright, just… take her to dinner.”

“No.”

Harrison glares at Tom, “If you don’t want my help...”

“I want your help if it’s actually gonna be useful, dinner isn’t special.”

“What? Do you want to rent a hot air balloon and bring expensive wine and dinner in a picnic basket and confess your love from 600 meters up?”

Harrison gapes when he sees Tom actually considering it. “No you fucking div, that’s way too much.”

“Then help me!” Tom whines.

“Christ, alright.” Harrison takes a deep breath and actually does some thinking. Clearly Tom can’t be left alone with this. “What about your parents cabin?”

Tom’s shoulders slump, “The one we’re all going to next week? Yeah I definitely want to do this in front of you lot.”

“Take her up there before us. Harry and I can come up with some excuse for all of us to not be there until Sunday or something. That gives you two nights alone with her to do it. Chop some wood for her, be manly and sweep her off her feet. Light the fireplace, say the heat doesn’t work so you have cuddle under some blankets.”

The gears start turning in Tom’s head, “Yeah... yeah! You’re goddamn genius, Haz.”

45 minutes later and he’s turning down the seclusive road leading to the cabin, relieved to have made it. The trees bend and twist above head as he drives and when the cabin comes into view, he can sense your excitement. He glances over and sees you smiling, you look at him, eyes sparkling and he’s grinning back at you.

“It’s like it’s from a movie.” You say dreamily as he cuts the engine. The moon is full and even though his headlights are off you can still see clearly. His shoes crunch under the snow as he steps out, popping the trunk to get your bags.

“I can’t believe I’ve never brought you here before.” He says throwing your duffle over his shoulder as he grabs his own.

“Yeah what the hell Holland, I thought you loved me?”

You have no idea.

“And let me carry my bag, I’m not helpless.” You say as you shut the trunk, catching up to him and bumping your hip with his as you walk towards the front porch.

He smiles, bumping you back, “I know, I’m being gentlemanly.”

“Well then let me get the door for you, sir.” You propose, reaching into the front pocket of his jeans to fish out the keys. He sucks in a breath as your fingers ghost along his thigh.

You work the lock and step inside. Tom follows, setting your bags inside as he closes the door. You flick on the lamps around the living room, the soft yellow lighting filling the room.

“Oh my god Tom, it’s just as cute inside as it is outside.”

He can’t stop smiling as he watches you flitter around the space, checking out the two bedrooms and then you notice the ladder, “There’s a loft! Tom, please tell me we’re sleeping in the loft?!”

He laughs, nodding, “Anything you want, y/n.”

And he’s so happy seeing you this happy. And he thinks about how tight the living space is up in the loft, how there’s only a single queen mattress up there, how the small fireplace in the living room is really the only heat you’ll have. It’ll be chilly up there and all he wants to do is pull you close and tell you how his heart races every time you touch him, smile at him, laugh at something he said, say his name, call him Tommy. He fucking melts.

“Tom?”

“Huh?”

You laugh, legs dangling off the ledge of the loft. “Throw me our bags.”

“Nah I got them.”

But it’s awkward, climbing up a ladder with a duffle bag thrown over each shoulder. And you haven’t moved, arms crossed over your chest, eyebrow cocked in I told you so sort of way. He grabs the railing on either side of you and stares you down. You purse your lips and he has to remind himself that he can’t just kiss that expression off your face.

Finally you laugh, moving out of the way so he can crawl up, “You’re so stubborn!”

He laughs too, throwing the duffles off to the side, “So are you.”

You smile, “Yeah, two peas.”

Tom finds a bottle of whiskey in the fridge later and you gag as soon as you see it.

“Nope, no way.”

“Ah come on! We’ll pour it in tumblers and drink by the fire and pretend we’re old snobbish white men.”

A small chuckle leaves your lips and he knows he has you. He tilts his head to the bottle while he digs out the glasses. Reluctantly, you grab it and follow him into the living room.

There’s enough wood left over from the last time he’d been up here to heat the cabin through the night. He grabs the matches and stacks a couple logs into the fireplace. You gather some pillows and blankets from the couch and toss them onto the floor.

The whiskey goes down easy for the both of you, faces red from laughing and the heat of the fire. The more he drinks the heavier everything feels, every touch, every time you say his name.

You’re between his legs, head in his lap, and he’s not really sure how you got there. You keep fumbling with the edge of his sweater drunkenly, smiling up at him as you tell him a story. His whole nervous system feels fried. Your fingertips keep brushing against his stomach and the skin feels torched under your touch.

Tom looks down, counting your lashes as they lay against your cheeks. Your eyes are getting heavy. He lifts his leg to get his arm underneath you, “C’mon love, time for bed.”

You sigh happily into his arm as you both stand, “Okay, love.” You return, teasing him for the overuse of the pet name. He blushes.

He puts the fireplace screen up and turns the lights off, hanging back nervously as he watches you climb the ladder, hands suspended in the air in case he has to catch you. When you get to the top you look back down at him and his hands drop.

“I’m not that drunk,” you say proudly considering the amount of whiskey you drank. “You know I can handle my alcohol Tom.”

He laughs, knowing you’re right and he climbs up to you. When he reaches the top, you’ve turned your back to him, stripping out of you shirt and he watches as you deftly squeeze the clasp on your bra. It falls from your arms and he feels the air leave his lungs.

He turns, feeling like a creep, blush heavy on his cheeks, he can feel it. He groans internally, you’ve changed in front of him before but it all feels different because he couldn’t do anything about it before. You always had a boyfriend and Tom would never. But now, he’s got so much he wants to say that could completely change the dynamic between the two of you, whether good or bad is yet to be determined.

He strips down to his boxers, annoyed with himself. And when he turns he knows what to expect but that doesn’t change the fact that his heart starts racing. You're wearing an old tshirt of his, one he gave you years ago, and no pants. And god he should sleep in more clothing but he never has before when you’ve shared a bed and he’s told you a million times how he always gets so hot when he sleeps and he doesn’t want to be weird about any of this… fuck.

You crawl into bed, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil and look back at him. “Gonna come to bed or just stand there all night?”

He tries to laugh but it’s tight, he feels like can’t fill his lungs properly.

He gets into bed and you immediately cuddle into his side, arm draped across his stomach, head buried in the crook of his neck. He can feel the hammering of his heart and he worries you can hear it too. God is it as fucking loud to you as it is to him?

He takes in a deep breath, hand rubbing along your back as he pulls you in closer.

“Y/n?”

You hum and he feels you shift, tilting your head up to him. His heart clenches then, what if you don’t want him, what if you don’t see him like that, what if…? The fear paralyzes him and can’t say it out loud, not yet. Because if you say no, if you say you don’t feel the same way… he doesn’t know what he’ll do. So he takes this moment for his own, selfishly, to feel you in his arms, legs tangled together because if you don’t want to be with him like this, he can at least have tonight.

“Goodnight, love” he musters out, voice soft.

You hug him closer, “Goodnight, Tommy.”

You grind against him, lips on his neck and he whines into your ear. He grips your hips tighter, angry that you’re still in your underwear but he’ll take anything he can get.

“I’m so wet for you Tommy.”

His cock aches and he wants your kiss, wants to feel what it’s like to be inside you, wants your moans against his lips. He wants, wants, wants.

“Gonna make cum just like this.” He groans. He doesn’t want it like this but your movements aren’t stopping and he has no self control to stop you himself.

“Yeah,” you purr in his ear, “cum for me Tom.”

He gasps, eyes snapping open as his heart hammers in his chest. You stir against him, fingers skidding across his stomach and he clenches. His cock twitches in his boxers and he can feel the wet spot he’s leaving on the fabric.

You’re tangled together still and he hears your breathing change. No, please no.

“Tom? Are you okay?”

He grunts, moving away from you and you untangle your limbs. “Yeah,” his voice is hoarse and he throws his legs over the side of the bed, trying to figure out how to make sure you don’t see his obvious erection as he calculates the distance from the bed to the ladder. “Just a weird dream.”

He feels your hand on his back and he jumps, “Sorry!” You pull your hand away, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No!” He shouts, glancing at you over his shoulder, “Fuck, sorry, no I just - um I’m gonna shower.”

He can feel your eyes on him and he can barely focus. He grabs his whole bag and throws it downstairs before awkwardly climbing down the ladder, doing his best to shield his crotch from your view.

He closes the bathroom door and locks it. Just to be safe. He squeezes his eyes shut and his dream replays behind his eyelids, “Fuck.”

He strips out of his boxers and turns the water on. He steps into the tub and turns the shower head on, the water hasn’t even fully warmed up yet but he has to touch himself. As soon as he wraps his hand around his cock he can feel you grinding down on him. His eyes slip shut and he can see you, he can hear you praising him, panting in his ear.

A small moan slips past his lips and immediately he presses them into a thin line. The cabin is small, he wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye if you were to hear him.

He strokes himself faster, dizzy with arousal from the dream. It felt so real, he could smell you, feel you under his fingers. He squeezes the head of his cock, the tightness in his groin building and he gasps when he cums, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying your name out loud.

He sags back against the shower wall, panting, haunted by the ghost of your touch across his skin.

You’re dressed when he gets out of the bathroom, touching up your makeup in the mirror by the front door. He watches you for moment, mouth popped open slightly as you apply mascara. He turns away, reminding himself he can’t just stare without it being weird. He misses the way you watch him through the mirror.

There’s a small town just a few minutes away and you head in to get more alcohol and some food. It’s cloudy but the storm has passed. Snow is piled high everywhere and you comment how it feels like you’ve been dropped into a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie.

He bites his tongue.

It’s early afternoon when you get back to the cabin. You’re unloading the groceries when he clears his throat, “Wanna help me chop some wood for the fire?”

You smirk at him, “You mean do I wanna watch you chop some wood?”

He shrugs, smiling, “I mean I can put a show on for you if you want.”

You laugh, leaning against the kitchen counter, “I do always enjoy a show.”

He heads outside and you follow. The axe is in the shed behind the cabin and there’s an old stump, riddled with cuts and gashes, sitting in the middle of the backyard. There’s a stack of logs piled high close by, most with a circumference that would rival your wingspan.

“These logs are massive.” You say.

“Yeah, dad has a logging friend up this way so he always makes sure we’ve got enough to keep the place warm.”

He sets the axe down next to the old stump and grabs the first log. He positions it how he wants, acutely aware of your eyes on him. When he’s happy, he grabs the axe and goes through the motions of chopping the log in half, feeling the weight of the axe in his hands. He brings the axe around again, following through quickly and with the force it needs. The crack of the log echoes around the trees as it splits in two.

He hears you gasp, and he glances up at you as he arranges the two halves off to the side. Your eyes are wide, mouth parted slightly and pride swells in his chest.

“Holy shit, Tom.”

He smiles, “What? Did you think I was all talk?”

“No! I - yeah I don’t know. I just didn’t expect… you made that look so easy?”

He smiles wider, “Well, you know I don’t like brag but-”

You laugh, “Bullshit, you love to brag. Which again brings up the fact that I didn’t know you could chop wood.”

“There’s a dirty joke in there somewhere.”

“Oh fuck off, I’m complementing you, ya asshole.” But you’re laughing still and this part of the plan is definitely chalked up to as a success.

The rest of the afternoon passes by like a soft tune, easy and comfortable. You bring the halves of the log inside and stack them next to the fireplace. Cook pasta on the gas stove, spilling marinara sauce only twice. And soon you’re settled in on the pillows in front a fire burning logs Tom chopped up for you.

“Turns out Hollywood is actually kind of rugged.” You say, smiling over your glass.

Tom winks, flexing his biceps at you and you push his shoulder, laughing.

You move in closer, cuddling into his side, watching the fire crack. “I love spending time you Tom. You know that, right?”

His heart rate picks up and he wraps his arm around your waist. “I know. I do too. I -” he clears his throat, hands starting to feel a little clammy.

He just can’t bring himself to say out loud, not yet. He reaches for his drink and takes a large swig. Drunk Tom has way more confidence than sober Tom.

“You had a sex dream about me last night, didn’t you?”

He chokes on his drink, “I - what?”

You take another sip and put your drink aside. You look him in the eyes as you shift in his arm, pressing against him. He swallows thickly. “You were hard when you got up. And all that chopping wood today? Trying to be manly for me?”

“I - I didn’t - I was trying -” to be sexy? No, he can’t fucking say that out loud.

Your hand is on his thigh and you reach up to take his drink out of his hand, setting it out of the way. You crawl into his lap, straddling his hips and rake you fingers up through his scalp, rubbing at his head. His eyes slip shut at the sensation. “Are you ever gonna tell me how you feel?”

His eyes snap open. You’re staring back, he can see the challenge swimming in your irises. Just say it you fucking coward. His heart is pounding, and if he were to take his hands off your hips he knows they’d be shaking.

He takes in a deep breath, “Y/n, I - I love you.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, leaning in to brush your lips against his, “I know.”

Finally you kiss him, lips slipping together, and those knots and nerves melt away. You want him. You want him the way he wants you. But he has to know more, so he pulls away, eyes searching yours and he can’t stop smiling.

“Really?”

You smile back, eyes crinkling, “Yeah, really. And I love you too.”

You kiss him again, moving your hands to get up under his shirt, pushing it up and off his body. His lips find yours again, pulling you in closer. Your hands are on his stomach, fingers pressing along his skin and he’s trembling under your touch, overwhelmed with the idea of possibilities laid out in front of him.

You pull away to kiss along his jaw, “Wanna take me to bed?” You breath against his skin.

“Fuck yes.” He moans.

You stand, pulling him to his feet and you’re both giddy with anticipation. He watches you climb up the ladder and realizes he can finally put his hands on your ass. So he does, reaching up to squeeze one of your cheeks.

You stop and give him a look. He shrugs, “I can do that now so you’re probably gonna have to get used to my hands all over you.”

You bite your lip, sitting on the ledge of the loft as he climbs up. He braces his hands on either side of you when he reaches the top and you tilt your head up to him, “That’s a two way street, love.” You murmur, tracing the outline of his cock through his jeans.

He sucks in a harsh breath, “Fuck me.”

You smile, kissing him quickly, “Yeah,” before getting up and moving towards the bed.

You strip down to your underwear and he shucks out of his jeans. He’s reaching for you when, “Shit.”

“What?”

“I don’t have any condoms with me.”

“Oh, uh,” he blushes before walking over to his bag and digging out a box. He smiles at you, slightly embarrassed.

“So you had plans for us this weekend, huh?”

He laughs, “I’m nothing if not hopeful.”

He sets the box on the bed. You crawl onto the mattress and his hands find your body, settling on top of you as you lay down. Your hips slot together and you grind up against him, feeling how hard he is for you. He moans into your mouth, rocking back to meet your movements.

That overwhelming sensation returns and he feels himself twitch in his boxers. You open your legs wider to him, hooking a thigh around his waist.

You arch up into him to get your bra undone, tossing it aside before pushing him up for a moment so you can get your underwear off. “C’mon Tommy, want you inside me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he fumbles to get out of his boxers quickly, groping around to find the condoms. While he’s reaching for them, you wrap your hand around his cock and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“God, I’ve been dreaming about this cock for so long. I’d fuck myself with my dildo and pretend it was you.”

He presses his head into your shoulder, whining as you touch him. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.” He gasps, thrusting up into your hand.

Finally, he just rips the box open, condoms spilling across the bed. You laugh, hand stilling and he can think straight again for a moment.

He sits back, ripping into a packet and with shaky hands he rolls the rubber down his length. He feels your eyes on him and as he glances up he realizes this is the first time you’re both really seeing each other naked. His breathing is already labored but looking at you, naked, legs spread for him the world stops spinning for a moment.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He whispers. “Wanna explore your body with my mouth, then my hands, everywhere.”

He accentuates his point by running his hands up your body, squeezing your breasts, rubbing your nipples and marveling as you arch into his touch, sighing.

“We’ve got the rest of our lives, lover. No rush.”

Yes we do.

He pushes into you slowly, watching your expression change, the pleasure written across your face. His heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest, your pussy is so hot and tight and wet around him.

Your lips find his and he moans into your mouth as you start rocking up to meet his thrusts. Your fingernails dig into his back, scratching at his skin as his thrusts increase. He shivers at the feeling, thinking about how the marks will be there tomorrow, marks you left on him.

You break the kiss to breathe and he rests his forehead against yours, eyes locked on yours. He grabs at your arm, sliding down the length of it to intertwine your fingers. You squeeze his hand and you can see the emotion pooling in his eyes. The build up of three years pouring out of each of you in this moment.

“I love you.” He breaths.

“I love you, too.”

You cum with his name on your lips, squeezing his hand, and he’s done for. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he moans into your skin as he pulses inside you, shaking from the intensity of it.

“Holy shit.” You laugh, out of breath.

He’s smiling, lifting his head so he can look at you, “Yeah, I’m gonna need to do that at least three more times tonight.”

You glance over at the condoms spilled out across the bed, “That shouldn’t be a problem.”

***

Harrison puts the key in the lock, opening the door and he’s surprised when it’s quiet inside. It’s close to 11am. He glances around the cabin, the fireplace is empty and he can see two half empty glasses of whiskey on the floor, along with Tom's shirt.

He narrows his eyes and that’s when he hears a moan of Tom’s name. His eyes go wide as he sputters, slamming the front door shut behind him to alert you two he’s here but also to stop all the Holland brothers from walking in on this.

“Hey! Yo! Like really happy for you guys but we’re here! Please don’t come downstairs naked!”

He can hear you cussing and there’s a loud thump that he’s sure was Tom falling off the bed. Tom peaks over the ledge of the loft, cheeks red, blanket wrapped around his waist.

“Hey mate. Uh, we’ll be right down!”

Harrison sees you peek around Tom’s shoulder and you wave at him, blush on your cheeks.

He smirks, “Hi y/n,”

“Hi Harrison.”

You both manage to make it downstairs and actually look presentable before the brothers come inside. Their voices boom around the cabin, stuffing their faces with snacks from the cabinets.

“So you guys are finally together huh?” Sam asks around the cookie in his mouth.

You nod, smiling as Tom reaches down to intertwine his fingers with yours.

Harry nods, “Cool.”

“Yeah whatever, I just wanna sleep in the loft!” Paddy says, moving towards the ladder.

Tom chokes on the crisp in his mouth, eyes going wide as he looks at you.

“No!”

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rex101111 · 4 years

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Izuocha Week 2020 Day 3-Silent Night!

Hey! Who asked for a Werewolf X Hunter AU!? Nobody? Well too bad you’re getting one anyway!

Much longer than the last two, I blame the fact that I never have much of a chance to write AUs like this so I was relishing the opportunity to do so.

Also, Eri is here, because of course she is. Enjoy!

The thing that was strangest to Ochako was how quiet it was.

She was in a forest in the middle of the night, she should be hearing creatures skittering about, owls screeching, leaves falling, something, but there was not a single sound to be heard. She knew what that meant, it meant that there was something else in that forest that every other animal did not want finding them, it meant that something was dangerous, it meant that bring her rifle along was actually a good idea.

Going out this late, on a full moon, was not a good idea though, she knew that too, but her coffers were growing empty too fast for her comfort, so she needed to do something to line her pockets before she ran out of money for food, much less any to send to her parents.

She wasn't even out to find the kind of trouble her rifle was usually for, she'd be happy to find a sleeping deer, anything she could skin and chop to sell back in town to give her a few days of breathing room to plan for a bigger pay day.

Unfortunately, it seemed the only thing she found tonight was very awake, and would probably take more than a shot or two.

She slowed her breathing, straining her ears to hear anything, a twig snapping under a padded foot, claws dragging across bark, anything to give that split second she would need to whirl on her target and keep her neck from getting ripped open.

She stepped softly, every inch of ground around her with the potential to hold a landmine, ready to end her life. Not with a boom, but with a roar.

She froze, there, right there, a low, guttural sound of something with sharp teeth and little patience for trespassers. She lifted her sights to point at a dark void between the trees. She placed her finger on the trigger, muscle tensing under her skin.

"Wait!"

Every nerve in her body screamed at her, pleading with her to empty her magazine into the darkness until silence returned, but something in that voice, the one sending her that desperate plea, stayed her hand and stopped her trigger finger.

There was fear there, some sort of deep terror that felt altogether too human for a silver bullet.

She spent what felt like hours staring into the dark, the sound of footsteps slowly making their way closer to her, she refused to let her gun drop down, even as her limbs began to protest from holding the same position for too long.

Soon a figure emerged from the gloom, the sight of the hunched form nearly enough to make her heart drop through the floor. The monster stood on two clawed feet, covered entirely in dark moss green fur, it's fangs and claws shining in the moon light.

It's eyes-his eyes, were a brighter shade of green, shimmering with worry and fear.

A werewolf.

Afraid of her, a hunter barely two thirds his size and probably not even a third his weight, if she wasn't so concentrated on keeping her aim steady she'd feel flattered.

And that wasn't even the oddest thing, that honor would go to the little girl shivering behind his left leg. White hair, red eyes, dressed in rags and looking scared for her life. But the fear wasn't for the monster, no, that girl was afraid of Ochako, of this strange person who was still pointing a gun at her.

Slowly, the hunter lowered her weapon, cleared her throat, and tried a weary smile, "hey sweetheart, it's okay." She put the gun on her back, displaying her empty hands to the frightened child, "nobody is gonna get hurt…" she turned her eyes to the werewolf, who hadn't made a sound since his earlier plea, "…right?"

His eyes roamed her form quickly, his eyes taking in every detail of her attire, from the bag on her back to the bandolier filled with extra bullets across her chest. The intensity sent a shiver down her spine, like his eyes ripped right through her and down a few miles behind her to see the path she took to get here.

Soon the intensity in his gaze lessoned somewhat, though it hardly left, and he let out a breath, his eyes darting back and forth, "…yeah." He placed a protective hand on the girl, who gripped at his fur like a lifeline, both of them searching the trees for shadows, "…are you alone?"

She considered lying, saying that she was part of a group in order to dissuade him from trying anything violent, but again that girl came into her sight again, her eyes shimmering with tears, form shaking in fear, but still hanging on to the werewolf like he was the only person she could trust.

She knew werewolves could be reasoned with, talked to, that's what made the feral ones such a terror, but a werewolf caring for a child like that? This was not your average man-wolf, something in his gaze was gentle, smart yet unsure.

She wasn't sure why, but she ignored every instinct she had and shook her head, "no, just me…" She looked behind them and swept her eyes around the trees looking for whatever they were afraid of, finding nothing, "…you running from someone?"

A tense moment passed where the werewolf's eyes sharpened, Ochako having to forcibly keep herself from reaching for the knife hidden on her belt line as he looked for…something, some sign that she was part of whatever he and the girl were trying to avoid, before he sighed, his eyes turning…panicked, as if he was realizing how deep in the water he was, "there were…these men, hurting her."

The girl sniffed and placed her forehead on the back of his leg, but kept quiet like before.

"Badly I-" He let out a harsh breath between his fangs, Ochako just noticing the very faint red stains on some of them, "I had to do something, get her away from them but I-" He gulped, his arm raising to grip at a nearby tree to support his weight, a patch of his fur near his shoulder glistening slightly in the moon light, he was hurt, "I don't know if there's anyone else around, too dangerous for her here."

The girl hiccupped and looked up at Ochako, eyes leaking, "help him! Please!" She tugged at his fur, and pointed to that patch of fur that started dripping blood on the grass, "he's hurt!"

"Forget about me!" He shouted of a sudden, pushing the girl from behind his leg and towards Ochako, who was still trying to figure out what in the ever loving hell was going on, "please, get her out of here, there's a town nearby right?"

Ochako, flat footed, gaped for a second before she took a few careful steps towards the girl, who rushed back to the man, and soon she decided to flow with the situation and hope it might start making sense, "yes, a few miles back, if I hurry I should be able to get her to my house in an hour…what about you?"

He took a knee and placed his hands on the girl's shoulders, holding her firmly, ignoring Ochako for the moment, "please Eri I can't keep you safe in the woods." He placed her face between his clawed hands with a measure of gentleness that caught Ochako completely off guard, "she can get you to a town where people can help, you need to go."

"But-!" Eri pleaded helplessly, tears falling freely now, "but you're hurt!"

"I'll be fine," he said to her, but his eyes went to Ochako, as if to answer her question from before, "what matters is getting her somewhere safe," his eyes narrowed, though this time she found her spine straightening at the sight of them, "can you do that?"

With courage she didn't feel at all, she walked forward resolutely, putting her hand on Eri's shoulder gently, "she'll be okay, leave her to me." She smiled in a way she thought she never would at a werewolf, earning her a look of surprise from him, "trust me."

Trust in a hunter must have been as hard for him to give as it was for her to ask, but his eyes filled with gratitude, and some amount of awe that colored her cheeks as he smiled gently at her, as gently as one could with a maw filled with razor sharp teeth anyway, "thank you."

"Izuku…" Eri pleaded one more time, fingers bunching up the fur of his chest, "please…"

"It's okay Eri…" He soothed quietly, moving his claws through her white hair slowly, "just focus, alright? Focus on following this hunter, get help, tell her about the men who did this to you." Eri grabbed at her forearms when he said this, and Ochako could feel a pit in her stomach, "everything is going to be alright, I promise."

With one last miserable hiccup, Eri turned around and buried her head in Ochako's legs, hugging her desperately.

Izuku rose to full height, and turned to walk back into the dark, and for some reason that sat wrong with Ochako, that he would risk himself like this for a helpless child only to slink off to bleed in the woods all by himself, "wait!" She called out, her voice mirroring his desperation from before, "I live by myself, I can hide you in the roof if I need to, you're too hurt to go off like this!"

"I need to make sure there isn't anyone else from that group hurting her." He kept his back to them but didn't move further away, "…thank you for the offer though, it's been a while since anyone's been this nice to me."

He continued to walk, determined to make sure Eri was safe, so Ochako decided to offer one last kindness before she legged it back to town with Eri in toe, "Ochako Uraraka, look for me in UA town in the morning, or as soon as you can, you are not bleeding out in the woods if I can help it, understand?"

He turned to look behind him, mouth agape, before he nodded dumbly, "y-yes, got it."

They stared at each other for a long, silent moment, the woods still quiet around them, something warm settling in Ochako's stomach as Izuku offered her one last smile before rushing off into the forest, his footfalls weakening as he went further away.

"C'mon sweetheart." She muttered to Eri as she gathered the girl in her arms and turned to return home, "let's get you out of here."

"Thank you." The girl mumbled into her shoulder as she hugged Ochako's neck, still crying a little, "thank you for helping us."

Ochako was about to wave it off, helping a little girl was common practice for most people, but something in her voice stopped her, something like disbelief at being helped, like the girl didn't consider herself worth the trouble.

"You're welcome." She replied instead, hugging the girl close as she made her way back where she came, for the first time noticing something fluffy rubbing her stomach.

Looking over the little girl's head showed what it was, a short, scruffy tail hanging from a little over Eri's beltline.

Ochako held back a groan as she gathered the tail in her hand as gently as she could, went looking for money in the woods and now she came out with something far too precious for her to handle.

She walked on with steady steps, hoping the woods remained as quiet as they were so far.

-_-

She spent most of the next morning equal parts freaking out and trying to make Eri breakfast.

Part of her freaking out was her trying to figure out what she could even give Eri, considering her...lupine qualities. Qualities that were more easily readable in the light than they were in the dead of night.

She had slightly sharper nails, like the beginning of a pup's paws, her hair was a lot scruffier than at first glance and it seemed to poof out whenever she was surprised, her pupils were narrow, not like a full werewolf but just enough to notice if you stared at her nose to nose. When she gave Eri a simple sandwich with sausage she saw that even her teeth were just a bit sharper than they should be. Even her face had some wolfish shapes too it, the roundness of her nose, the angle of her chin, the more she looked the more she wondered how she missed it the night before.

Combined with the tail, it was all beginning to give Ochako a stomachache.

She wasn't a werewolf, or at the very least not any werewolf Ochako heard of, she seemed like some mix between a child and a puppy, her true being, whatever it was, peeking out from between where the two halves met.

Whatever she was, Ochako knew it wouldn't matter to any of the other townsfolk, all they would see is sharp teeth and a tail and drag Eri off to be skinned and stuffed, and odd as it was to say about a child she had only known for a few spare hours, but Ochako would shoot up the entire county before she let that happen.

Not that Ochako could keep her here, she could barely afford this rickety roof over her head as it was, along with her sending money to her folks and keeping herself fed and clothed, how much did she have to spare to care for this little girl-wolf-whoever she was?

She wasn't going to toss her out either, Ochako resolved to simply tough it out, like she's done her entire life since her parent's company went bankrupt, push through this and figure out what to do. She had no earthly idea how she might manage that, but she was just going to have to try her best and figure it out.

With any luck, she might be able to convince some of her friends to help with this, provided they don't freak out for long enough to let her explain.

And they might even help find Izuku, where ever he was.

What time she had left after panicking and making Eri food she spent looking out her window to see if anyone was coming, she was starting to contemplate going into the woods and looking for any clues she could use to find him, or at least find out more about the men who were hurt Eri so she could put a bullet or two in them for the trouble they caused.

The girl refused to speak of them, every time Ochako tried to broach the subject the girl went impossibly paler and hid in her long hair. So going out herself was looking like the only way she would get any answers.

But that would involve leaving Eri alone, and doing that left a rotten taste in her mouth, all the more because she knew she would eventually have to if she wanted any money to buy food and keep the place.

But leaving Izuku alone seemed just as rotten, after seeing him willing to throw himself away like that for a child she couldn't very well just let him bleed out there, she owed him proper medical care at the absolute minimum.

As she scratched her head trying to figure out what to do, there was a knock on the door.

Both she and Eri looked at each other in mixed alarm and hope, the hunter grabbing her rifle and motioning for Eri to go hide behind her ratty couch in the tiny living room as she slowly made her way to the door, more knocks sounding from it.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

As soon as she was next to the door, Ochako called out in a deep voice, "yeah?" She grabbed her rifle tightly, ready to strike at a moment's notice, "who are you looking for?"

"Ochako Uraraka?" The voice called out again, soft and timid, barely reaching past the door, "I was told she lived here?"

Ochako thought he sounded familiar, but like hell was she going to get Eri any closer to potential danger just to be sure, she took half a step away from the door to aim her barrel at the middle, "and who told you that?"

"Iida Tenya of the hunter's guild."

That made enough sense, but she wanted to be absolutely sure, "and why are you looking for her?"

A soft chuckle tickled the air before he answered, "I met her in the woods last night, she helped me when she had every reason to shoot me dead and I want to thank her properly."

With a sigh of relief, Ochako lowered her gun and opened the door, and there on her welcome mat stood a young man about her age, with wild green her and soft green eyes, dressed messily and with a tired smile.

"Izuku?" In her relief she flung her arms around him without thinking, squeezing him in a hug, "I was so worried!"

"I'm okay! Sorry for worri-" He trailed off when he noticed their positions, Ochako quickly following him as she jumped a whole foot away with an awkward chuckle forced out of her throat, which Izuku mirrored, "did you get back alright? Both of you?"

She knew who he meant so she cleared her throat and invited him in, ignoring the heat in her cheeks for the moment, closing the door behind them as she called out, "Eri! He came back!"

The sound of small feet shuffling about filled the small apartment before Eri appeared around the corner, launching herself at Izuku without a word and clinging to him without a care, Ochako sitting in a chair as she watched him slowly calm the poor girl down.

After he managed she put some food in front of him and refused to hear a word before he finished cleaning his plate, and judging by the way he, pardon the pun, wolfed it down he sorely needed it.

Once he put his dish away he sat across from her and Eri at the table, wringing his fingers, "I'm guessing you probably want a better explanation, right?"

Ochako rubbed her forehead and sighed, "just…some basic stuff; for instance, do you know the people who were…hurting Eri?"

"No." He shook his head, "they had these weird…plague doctor masks on, never saw anything like that before, maybe they're a cult?"

"Knowing my luck they just might be." She sighed again and shook her head before she went on, "were there any more of them after we split up last night?"

"None that I could find," His brow furrowed, "though I saw some carriage tracks on the opposite side of the forest, so who knows."

Thinking back on that night, with the mysterious villains and silent shadows, Ochako leapt to her feet when she remembered how badly he was hurt, "your wound! Did you get it fixed up?"

Izuku's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect her to worry as much as she did before he raised his hands to calm her, "y-yeah, I went to a nurse this morning to get patched up." He opened the buttons holding his shirt closed, laying bare the wound from the night before, properly bandaged.

Consequently, he also bared to her a lot more toned muscle then his thin stature would imply, his chest flat and stomach defined like that of someone who trained his whole life to keep in top shape.

Ochako felt more than a little silly, staring at him like she was, feeling her heart beat pick up slightly at the sight like she was some little girl with a crush, so she cleared her throat to hid her blush and nodded stiffly, "good, good, I'm glad you're better." She waited for him to close his shirt back up so she could think properly before she went on, "so, those tracks, did you see them lead anywhere?"

He shook his head, "too dark, I followed them for a mile or two before my wound hurt too much to keep running." He scratched his head in frustration, "they seemed to go on a long while though, for all I knew they could have come from the opposite side of the country."

Ochako took a deep breath to swallow the lump in her throat, one thing at a time, possible country wide cults would wait until she wasn't completely in the dark about her new housemates, "Eri…is she a werewolf?"

Izuku was quiet for a moment, looking at Eri as if asking for permission to speak, she nodded faintly and he looked back at the hunter, "no, I'm sure of it."

"Oh yeah?" She laughed a little, frustrated that she barely got any information about this mess, "and how long were you a werewolf to be so sure?"

"Long enough."

The way he said it gave her pause, as if she pressed on a raw nerve without looking, she sighed again and walked around the subject to continue asking, "do you know what she is then?"

Izuku's face scrunched up in embarrassment, "no idea."

"Of course not…"

She rubbed her forehead before she heard a light sniffling coming from the girl's direction, "sorry…" She mumbled miserably, "you two going through so much trouble for…just for me…"

"You're not trouble, Eri." Izuku soothed again, patting the little girl on the head, "me and Ochako want to help you…" He looked at her quizzically, "…right?"

She blinked at him for a moment, looking between him and Eri, whose eyes were beginning to water slightly, she sighed good naturedly, "of course, though that depends."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, "depends on what?"

"You two aren't going to eat me in the middle of night, are you?" They looked at her with some mild horror, before she smiled uneasily and put her hands up to calm them, "relax! It was a bad joke! A bad joke!" They both sighed tiredly, though Izuku did it with a smile, "I do Eri, I want to help you too, you deserve to live life without looking over your shoulder, and Izuku and I are going to make sure of that."

Eri blushed at that hiding her face in her arms and hair as Izuku laughed warmly and pat her on the head again.

Looking at the two of them, filling her small ramshackle home with laughter, Ochako thought back to last night, and how utterly quiet the woods were. As she did, she realized she recognized that silence back then, it was the silence that accompanied her every night as she slept on her own, reaching her bed at a time where everyone else was already fast asleep.

That sort of quiet was lonely; it was a void you felt because you knew it needed to be filled with something. It seemed her own life had a void in it she didn't know she had to fill, or even how.

When Izuku looked back at her, smile worried but trusting, she began to think that maybe she might be able to figure that out by the time this whole ordeal was finished.

Maybe, by the time Eri was safe and Izuku could relax, she would never again have to sleep in a silent night.

#My hero academia #midoriya izuku #Uraraka Ochako #Eri (bnha)#Izuocha #Izuocha week #stuff rex wrote #Silent night #this was fun XD

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triple-a-enderdragon · 5 years

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And so it begins...

A forest at night. Dark and silent, save for the movements of those not yet asleep. Two shadows break the stillness, edging gingerly forward, as if avoiding detection. The second shadow pauses, in thought.

"Are you sure this is the right way, Iskall? Xisuma mentioned they were headed towards the river. I'm pretty sure this is not towards the river."

The first shadow comes to a stop, a small blue light blinking to life to look back at the second.

"Python? Do you remember why we're here?"

The second shadow squirmed slightly in anticipation. "To take out the hoppers before they establish a foothold; I wasn't sleeping through the briefing."

The blue light dimmed as the first shadow returned to his task of scouring the forest floor. "They've been here a few days already; if they're smart, they would have set spawns. Right now I'm trying to find where that would be."

"That does make sense."

Iskall grunted, half as an acknowledgment and half as a warning to stay quiet. The three people he was tracking had made no visible effort to conceal their passage. Even if they had, it wouldn't have made a difference to the keen eyes of an experienced tracker, especially one with the help of a mechanical eye. Following the tracks with ease, he and Python ghosted through the trees, moving ever closer to their goal.

After about half an hour, Iskall came to a stop, Python close behind. The latter moved slightly to the side to get a better view of their target. Before them was a small campsite, empty.

"Bingo," said Iskall with a small grin.

"You don't think they have newer spawns set? They're not here tonight, maybe they've moved on." Python scanned the campsite, noting the single chest surrounded by three beds.

"You could be right, just by looking at the campsite." Iskall stared into the forest, blue eye flickering. "Unfortunately-" He turned back to Python, "-Concorp's drones tell a different story. They were here last night; it seems tonight they're chopping wood. A lot of it."

Python looked up from his bed destruction. "Cub really lets you view the live drone footage?"

"Temporarily, yeah. I tried to get more, but he said only X could make him grant me access, and only when necessary."

Suddenly, Python hissed a warning. Iskall, sorting through the one chest, barely had time to react before his friend vanished and three strangers walked into the clearing. They seemed just as startled to see him as he was.

One of the women was the first to react, pulling her sword and leveling it at Iskall. "Back away." He did as told, eye flickering through the drone footage. The woman addressed her companions. "Nova, I thought you said this world was uninhabited."

The man just sighed. "I didn't have time to scan a large enough area to get an accurate reading; just a few hundred blocks radius."

"Obviously you picked the wrong hundred blocks, idiot," the second woman scolded.

"Oh well, how was I supposed to know? If you guys had given me enough time, we wouldn't have this problem."

Iskall had locked eyes with the first woman, standing at a stalemate; each could not move without the other reacting in time. But though all the confusion, the trio didn't notice a mirage ghosting behind them, but the eagle-eyed hunter did. Waiting for Python to get in position, Iskall interrupted the argument before it got too far.

"Regardless of how you got here, you're going to have to continue on your way. This world is taken."

The woman staring him down snorted. "Really? By you and your twenty friends? I see they're all here to help take care of the problem."

Iskall dissolved into a fit of laughter, pulling himself together to say, "Yeah, something like that," before giving the signal.

Instantly, Python was out of the bushes and cutting the man down, who exploded in a shower of items. In the same instant, Iskall had his glaive drawn and was locked in an intense and deadly dance with the woman in front of him. She was good, but she wasn't False. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Python slip under the guard of the second woman after a brief exchange, reducing her to a pile of items.

A particularly brutal swipe brought Iskall's attention back to the fight. This definitely wasn't False, this was Biffa; but unrefined and sloppy. Switching tactics, he feinted to the left, drawing her attention away from Python's location. Then, as expected, a leg came crashing into the back of her knee, just in time for the butt of Iskall's glaive to collide with her jaw, throwing her to the ground. A swift strike from the glaive took her out.

The world was silent, save for the light breathing of the two hermits.

Python broke the silence. "Well, they certainly were gathering wood. Seems all their inventories were full of it."

Iskall was staring off, still cycling through the drone footage. "Apparently they started heading back right after I checked on them. Dang it!" He started kicking through the wood. "And they were collecting birch! Why birch!?"

Python had a different idea. "You think we can sell this to Ren? This is a hefty amount of wood."

Looking back at the piles of logs, Iskall had a new gleam in his eye. "Maybe," he muttered. "Maybe."

~~~

It turned out Ren was happy to buy all the birch logs, but at a much lower price than the two were expecting. Iskall even tried some of his tried and tested flattery; Ren's price didn't budge, but he gave them both a discount for their next purchase at Big Logs. Satisfied, Iskall and Python flew off to Xisuma's base to give him their report.

It took them a bit longer than expected to get ahold of him, but they chalked it up to admin duties. Yet all throughout the report, X kept getting distracted. To the point where Python asked, "Is something bothering you, X? We can come back later, if that would be better."

X waved his hand, dismissing the idea. "No, it's fine. The Nether's been acting up again, should be nothing. I've gotten all I need from you two, you're free to go."

Iskall shared a look with Python before saying, "Are you sure it's nothing? Last time you said this happened, you weren't this...distracted. We're here for a reason, X. If something is wrong, we can deal with it."

Again, X dismissed the idea. "Thanks, Iskall, but there shouldn't be a need. I'm sure it's just a matter of cleaning some data and resetting some chunks." Then he met the gazes of the two concerned Strikers. Resigned, he amended, "If I need the team, I'll contact False, okay?" That seemed to satisfy them.

~~~

Leaving X to his thoughts, the two flew in the direction of the main island. Coming up on Grian's base, however, Iskall veered off; he could tell Grian was hiding something from him, and watching the builder squirm was too much fun. Python continued west to the shopping district, before finally heading to Tower Bay.

Touching down on his red skyscraper, Python looked over the work of the man he just visited. Did Xisuma really have the Nether situation under control? As Iskall had pointed out, X wasn't reacting in the same way to this one. On the other hand, had there been anything server related that the admin hadn't been able to handle?

Gazing at the sun, not yet at its zenith, Python realized how tired he was. He eyed his half-finished purple tower, then his bed. The bed was more inviting. Climbing into it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding encroaching on his consciousness. These world-hopping incidents had gotten more frequent; he knew Iskall had had to deal with three of them, and Python himself had dealt with another. Was this uptick in incidents indicative of anything greater?

Oh, he had no idea.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #time to strike back #ttsb #chapter one #chapter 1 #every story has a beginning #python #iskall #iskall85 #xisuma #xisumavoid #act 1 #act one

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atomicshakespeare · 4 years

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Rambling Speed Run Notes From Latest Attempt, written part stream-of-consciousness and part summary of notes

GLITCHLESS MARRIAGE% - ELLIOT - STARDEW VALLEY

There's a reason that nobody's done this run yet.

For some reason, all the favorite things are too hard to acquire, and the time running back and forth to the beach to give items that aren't his favorite aren't really worth the time put into it.

[KEEP READING TO READ THE ACTUAL RAMBLING, TANGENTIAL THINKING, STRATEGY PROCESSING, AND IN-TEXT CURSING TO SOOTHE MY ACHING SOUL]

So, the easiest thing to get him are Pomegranates. However, it's a 6,000 dollar tree, and there's a chance of that a lighting strike could destroy the tree. Or maybe it doesn't destroy it, but we haven't gotten that far yet.

As far as everything else goes, how do I optimally cut wood for the house and the bridge, route in an additional 15, 200 for the house upgrade, bouquet, and mermaid's pendant?

So we take up SPRING 1 -- Here, we clear the land ASAP, plant the 15 parsnips, spend the 500 gold on 6 CALIFLOWER AND 2 PARSNIPS. Then, we clear the land some more for additional Mixed Seeds and put them down, possibly getting a chance of more Califlower or more potatoes as it goes. Run around until no energy.

SPRING 2 --FUCK UP BECAUSE I ACTUALLY DIDN’T BUY MY OTHER SEEDS UNTIL TODAY, WHEN I HAD THE 500 GOLD ON DAY 1 INSTEAD, THUS LOSING TIME RIGHT OFF RIP. Water shit. Fish all day until no energy. Ship. Sleep.

SPRING 3 - From fishing and random gathering, should have roughly enough for 10+ Potatoes and however many Parsnips to fill the gap. This run was 13 Potatoes and 1 Parsnip. Plant, and fish until no energy. Ship. Sleep.

SPRING 4 - Fish money bought 17 Potatoes and 1 Parsnip. Harvest the 'Snips from Day 1. Ship. Fish. I forgot to ship the fish.

SPRING 5 - Not sure what happened this day, ended up missing a day of productivity. I think it was a water, ship, sleep day.

SPRING 6 - Fish money bought 22 Parsnips. Fish??

SPRING 7 - ACTUALLY DID THE 22 PARSNIPS ON THIS DAY. NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED. I RECORDED INCORRECTLY OR DIDN'T MAKE ENOUGH NOTES AS IT WAS GOING ON. OPPS.

Things started getting a bit wonky. At this point, I was straggling, trying to save up for strawberries. Did some more fishing, not sure which days I picked or if it was completely until energy was empty.

Fishing seems to be important supplementary income, and probably wouldn't be able to manage without it, as long as it takes.

And then there's also the debate on whether the Mixed Seeds give enough profit for how much work they take to actually acquire. All my attempts feature me trying to go for the Mixed Seed start up plan, and I end up with enough money to really go for it.

We ended up with 53 STRAWBERRIES ON THE DAY OF THE EGG FESTIVAL. 5,300 in Gold. The next day the Califlowers were ready from Day 2 because I missed planting them on Day 1 like a fuck, and ended up having spare cash regardless.

After Strawberries are planted, it's water and sleep.

Hit ~8,000 gold and it's time to buy that Pomegranate tree and get it planted early so it's guaranteed to grow and if there's problems I have enough time to ensure that nothing gets in its way.

Water and sleep until the end of spring, harvest and ship.

SUMMER OF YEAR 1 - WE in it. Bought 45 Blueberries. Water and sleep. Water and sleep.

And then I got tired in real life and distracted by real life things and sleep in real life, and reset the timer.

By now, ALL OF THIS took 2 hours or so before I hit the reset on the livesplitter. Ew.

BUT - once the Blueberries start harvesting, we're watering, harvesting, sleeping, and shipping.

Summer is spent being a blueberry and then FALL WILL HAPPEN.

-x-

I hadn't actually played out Fall yet, but I assume it's going to be the loop of this -- COULD ALSO ROUTE IN COFFEE AT THE END OF SUMMER BECAUSE WE HAVE EXTRA MONEY, BUT IT DEPENDS ON IF ITS GOOD - WE HAVE ABOUT EXTRA 12,000 IF THINGS WENT RIGHT:

UPGRADE HOUSE PURCHASE WOOD INSTEAD OF CHOPPING???

SAVE FOR PENDENT

SPEND EXCESS ON COFFEE

OTHERWISE THE GAMEPLAY LOOP IS:

WAKE UP COLLECT POMS CUT WOOD UNTIL ELLIOT WAKES UP WALK TO THE FUCKING BEACH GIVE ELLIOT HIS STUPID FUCKING POM WALK BACK TO THE BEACH Repeat twice a week Sleep all the other days of the week

Collect Poms all Fall. Pray. Take Fruit Cave as a back up and pray for RNG. Check the Cart for random chance of other things he likes. PRAY.

PRAY THAT WE DON'T END UP TAKING IT INTO FALL 2.

But here's the thing??? There's no way to get another Pom tree planted and grown in the first year without sacrificing Blueberry game or other gains. Fishing only does so much.

So FALL is Poms, gifting, running around. Winter is continued gifting, sleeping. Spring is continued gifting, sleeping. Pray that we've made enough progress to buy pendent in Spring 2. If not, gift and sleep. Gift and sleep. Also protect Pom tree in case of stupidity. Possibly plant a second one as a back-up, if things haven't progressed far enough by Summer 2.

MY ESTIMATE: SUMMER 2, the second or third time it fucking rains

Meaning: We ended up putting in another 4 hour run or so, and it took about the same amount of effort doing shit.

HOWEVER, I missed some days, and had sub-optimal movement. Cutting wood is not as fast as just buying it. We'll get it done. I'm gonna finish this save file at least and then develop further from there.

I have confidence that I can get this overall run down to 3 hours with optimal movement and solid strategy.

WHAT I NEED TO FIND OUT:

> Does the chance of Cauliflowers in the Mixed Seeds outweigh the time loss? Probably not worth the time loss.

> How much fishing? Am I doing too much or not enough? Probably fishing enough, it just takes forever. Every day until energy is low, until Strawberry Time.

> Do I really need 45 Blueberries for Summer? Probably. That extra 12, 000 might become something else, either back-up gifts or coffee, but it would depend on how the run is going.

> Elliot's Schedule in Fall primarily, Winter, and then Spring to hopefully finish it up since it doesn't happen in Year 1

> Flower Dance might matter if we're behind on Affection Values on the deadline.

> Is the Fishing Farm the way to go? Yes, because you have the water nearby for watering without a fucking walk, and you have the water nearby for fishing because that's our seed income in the first fucking month of crazy bullshit.

> WHEN IS ELLIOT'S FUCKING BIRTHDAY HOLY FUCK DON'T FUCKING MISS IT YOU FICKIT (It's Fall 5th, by the way)

-x-

So it still fucking takes 5+ hours to do this Glitchless. Fuck.

FALL 1 was successful. Having a Gifting schedule of Fridays and Sundays allowed for me to check the cart and accidentally end up gifting him on his birthday because I forgot what fucking day it was again.

FALL 1 -- went perfectly. Took my wood that I cut down throughout the playthrough, went to Robin’s. 457, into 7. Bought 300. 307. Made my way to the beach, fixed bridge. Now 7 wood because I am a fuck up. Gifted Elliot his first Pom, went to Saloon at 12. Bought 27 Coffee. Drank Coffee and ran home. Day went perfect.

THINGS I’VE DISCOVERED:

Outright buying wood is probably faster, but not cutting wood means a lot of standing around for nothing.

Routing in Coffee was easy, but is it worth taking the extra time to do it?

Running back and forth to the beach is almost as bad as waiting for the fucker to come out.

We got to 3 hearts pretty soon, and it meant we could go to his house at 10 AM. STILL TAKES A WHILE FOR HIM TO OPEN UP THOUGH WHEN YOU’RE WAITING ON HIM.

One Pom tree produces enough gifts in one month that we don’t need any back-up gifts. Going to the Cart just means an extra load screen/shop pause and it usually doesn’t have it, but the very first time we checked it we actually got a Tom Kha Soup, which is another one of Elliot’s Favorites. Ended up never giving it to him anyways.

So, Cart doesn’t matter. Fruit Cave doesn’t seem to matter either, but it’s good for an early fruit if we need it, but we usually won’t. It is additional income instead of fishing, at least there’s that.

Need to figure out how to Death Warp for speed sake. Killing myself with Energy might do it, but the Mobile version has limitations. Sooo, fishing myself to death probably?? If we can Warp, we don’t need to route in Coffee. Subsitute Fishing for Hoeing or Axing instead on PC.

WINTER 1 was Gifting, running back and forth, sleeping. Went exactly as planned, but it was not fast because of waiting on him til 10 and still having to walk back. The walk to the Beach doesn’t matter because you still have to wait on him to open the door, but getting home faster is where the major time losses are.

WHAT IS THE FASTEST ROUTE HOME? DOES IT REALLY NOT MATTER? IS THE DEATH WARP ACTUALLY FASTER THAN WALKING BACK? Probably, even if you’re waiting on animations.

SPRING 2 -- Accidentally lost a Heart due to me reverting a save because I wasted time, but we had 8 hearts and gave him the Bouquet by this point. Just more gifting and running, but we’ll probably need to route in Deaths because of money from revival. Will have him by Flower Festival most likely, but probably not before first rain. Might have him before the beginning of Summer 2.

-x-

Married by Spring 19, pendent bought on second day it rained. Warping seems faster and is a good use of time/energy while waiting on Elliot, but the actual warping might be faster on PC because the tool limitations on the Beach don’t matter in PC version. Fishing pole is good enough on mobile, but doesn’t finish you off and you have to switch to Hoe, which has its own problems.

But, all in all, run finished in roughly 5 and a half hours, which is faster than my first timed attempt at 6:27.11 using the Lobster method.

RESULTS: Poms are faster and no RNG involved. Hard money grind to buy tree before Fall 1. Fall is when the romance happens. Spring 2 is the wrap-up. PROBABLY NOT GONNA EVER GET A SUB 5 HOURS.

There’s an absolute reason why nobody does this run AND I HAVE TASTED IT AND NOW I ACCEPT THE TRUE CHALLENGE OF GRINDING THIS OUT AND POSTING A TIME EVENTUALLY.

This run is a fucking meme.

#speedrun #speedrunning #tehsoupie personal #important to tehsoupie #stardew valley #elliot #elliot stardew valley #marriage%#glitchless

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The Making of A Year Of Rain: Destroying People’s Work

How I make buildings collapse in A Year Of Rain.

Since I started working at Daedalic in 2014, I’ve been taking care of the visual effects for our in-house produced 3D games, such as Silence or State of Mind. For some time now we’re working on a new game called A Year Of Rain. The new thing here is that it’s not a story-driven adventure game like we used to create, but a real RTS game with competitive gameplay mechanics, co-op and multiplayer, and a full-grown Campaign. The challenge of such a game, besides the huge amount of work for a small team like ours, is that everything we produce follows one main approach: Gameplay first. This means for the visual effects: readability is the most important thing. It doesn’t help anybody, if you see the most awesome explosion you’ve ever seen in a video game, but can’t see your own units or even understand what’s going on.

In addition to the numerous abilities, environment, and UI effects, destruction effects are an important part of the game. It is kind of satisfying to see enemy buildings collapse under my siege. Also, the destruction effects serve not only the visual satisfaction but also the readability of the game. Anyone looking at the battlefield needs to know what’s going on. Of course, we have life bars and UI, which shows you how much life or health a unit or building has left. But when I see a bunch of flames and smoke coming out of a main building, I instantly know something is going on here.

The four states of destruction. The flames spawn randomly at predefined sockets.

We Didn’t Start The Fire In order to represent the health status of a building, we use fire particles in addition to the UI and life bars. The less health the building has, the more fire is spawned on predefined sockets. For example, if a building burns in one place only, it still has about 75% health, but if it burns in 3 places, it’s pretty badly affected. We used this approach because it is simple to implement, and we have to keep in mind that you can repair your buildings. So, if we start to destroy them when they lose health, we also have to make them build up again, when they get repaired. It is much easier to deactivate a particle emitter than animate some building up or repair animation for a building. Easy fix.

Nevertheless, if the health value of a building falls to or below 0, it should collapse. It looks cool and feels nice. From this moment, it is no longer gameplay relevant. It loses its collision and can’t produce anything anymore. It can’t even be selected. So, we got some time for some effect magic on this one. The collapse animation is just visual, serving as feedback only and has no effect on the gameplay.

Although the Unreal Engine possesses quite powerful destruction mechanics for static meshes that can be dynamically switched on and objects can fall apart impressively, these dynamics also bring uncontrollability with it. Thus, some parts of destroyed objects can fly quite strangely through the maps, which can lead to funny, but not always wanted results. In addition, the collision calculation can be relatively quickly expensive and pushing down the frames. So Unreals dynamic destruction was no option.

So, animation? It’s fairly hard to animate a destruction by hand. It’s time-consuming and needs a lot of polishing to look and feel right. Not to mention that our animation department is fully occupied with animation sets for all the playable units in the game. And there are a lot of buildings to destroy. Just for one faction, there are approximately eight buildings. And environment props like rubble or gates. And the trees you have to gather wood from. We’ve got a lot of trees. So, I decided to go with simulations.

A material instance for the destruction of the barracks. All the parameters coming from Houdini are set here.

A Kind Of Magic For mesh destruction and simulation, I use SideFX Houdini. Houdini has its roots in the film industry and is basically a complete package for CGI. Interesting is the non-destructive workflow since it is based on a waterfall model-like node system, in which you can undo, change, and adjust settings and modifications at any time. It also takes a procedural approach to asset creation, making it easier and faster to produce a higher output for a small team by creating a multitude of variations through randomization. In addition, Houdini is developing and updating a toolset for game development, specializing in the creation of game assets and applications in game engines.

Part of this toolset is the Vertex Animation to Texture export, short VAT. This method stores the position and rotation of vertices or pivots of a previously fractured or/and animated mesh in a texture. The respective channel of the texture stands for the respective orientation in the 3D space, i.e., RGB = XYZ. The width of the texture results from the animated and/or simulated vertices, and the height corresponds to the frame count of the sequence. For example, if you got an animated mesh with 40 vertices in a sequence of 96 frames, the texture will be 40 x 96 pixels.

The texture is then interpreted in a separate UV channel by the material/shader in engine. This sets the simulated vertices per frame to the respective position. The sequence can then be played according to a defined value, like a curve over time. The advantage is that the sequence is completely controlled by the material. No rigging or weighting is needed, and the shader complexity is manageable low. Only the mesh has to be prepared for the destruction and simulation.

A grouped geometry with Unshared Edges flagged and a PolyCap node that connects the marked edges.

Another Brick In The Wall How do I destroy the meshes? First, I get a final mesh from a 3D artist. In general, this mesh is optimized, which means the unnecessary faces have been removed. The mesh is almost hollow. That’s good for the game because fewer triangles mean better performance. But to make the mesh fall apart nicely, I need closed geometry. When a mesh is fractured, the surface of the mesh gets cut. At the edges, new geometry is created, the so-called inside geometry. This geo is necessary to give the mesh volume. Without the newly created inside geo, the mesh looks like an empty shell when it breaks apart.

So, let’s dive into Houdini. To close the mesh in the required places, I group individual larger parts, search for Unshared Edges, and use PolyCap to close these parts. This step often needs most of the time, because I have to make sure that the mesh is clean and ready for the fracturing. In the best case, my 3D artist colleague hands me a nice closed and unwrapped mesh. In the worst case, I get an open, put together mesh that needs to be reworked for destruction purposes. If the mesh is ready, I unwrap the new surfaces. Then I randomly scatter points over the mesh. At these locations, the mesh is fractured using the Voronoi Fracture. The number of scatter points indicates in how many parts the mesh is fractured. To get more control over the scatter, I use a Paint node to specify the mesh vertex color and use these values as the base for the scattering. So, I can let parts of the mesh crumble more than others.

After chopping the mesh into small pieces, the newly created inside surfaces have to be unwrapped too. Fortunately, Houdini creates name attributes for the new geometry in the fracture node, making it easy to unwrap them. In order to be able to assign your own material to the inside geometry later in Unreal, this already must be done in Houdini. For this, a separate material is assigned the inside geo. I usually use a simple red material as a placeholder, which makes it easier to spot errors caused by the fracture.

Houdini in action. The “bowl” under the mesh catches the falling pieces. The node tree on the right defines the destruction.

Shake It Off Now the mesh is ready for the simulation. Using the RBD Fractured Object shelf, which is basically a preset for a simulation node tree, I create a rigid body object from the fractured geo, to which collision and gravity attributes are assigned. You can build this node tree by yourself, but Houdini does a good job with the shelf tools, and it’s the fastest way. Also, you always can dive into the nodes and edit them.

In the newly created DOP network, which stands for Dynamic Operation Network and includes the simulation, the mesh is now simulated. There are still parameters that need to be set up for the simulation to behave as I would like. If I just let the simulation run, the mesh will simply fall to infinity.

To control the simulation, I set the Object Type of the individual parts that make up the mesh to Create Static Object. As a result, the individual parts are now static. They still have a collision, but they are not affected by gravity or other forces. Then I create a box group that contains parts of the mesh. I set these grouped parts to active through an AttributeWrangle, which is basically a code node. Since I can move the box group over time, I can activate more and more individual parts of the fractured mesh. If I move the box group slowly from above the mesh to the bottom, the individual parts of the mesh are activated one after another and fall slowly downwards, colliding with the still static mesh parts and resulting in a nice destruction effect.

To give the parts even more mass, I reduce the gravity force, causing them to fall more slowly, which make them appear bigger. Since the buildings in the game are relatively small in comparison to the units, the slower falling apart gives them back size and weight and makes them not look like miniatures. I don’t let the falling parts collide with a ground plane. I want them to fall right through the ground. Because you can place the buildings almost everywhere on the maps, you never know how or where the individual parts collide with the environment or other units. If I let the single parts just collide with the rest of the building and nothing else, I have no parts lying around or clipping through other meshes. It simply avoids possible errors. However, the fact that the individual parts fall through the ground to infinity also has a disadvantage. As the position of the falling parts constantly changes, and the distance increases, the position values stored in a texture become way too big. This can lead to errors when playing back the sequence in the engine. For this reason, I always build a big “bowl” mesh under the simulation that catches my individual parts. This looks kind of funny when played back in the engine, but usually the player doesn’t see it.

Finally, I export the simulation via the VAT Game Shelf. In the exporter, you specify the path to the simulated geo, as well as the length of the sequence in frames.

I try to keep all sequences between 96 and 120 frames in order to get a fairly short and compact destruction sequence. If the destruction becomes too long or too slow, the player possibly doesn’t get, that the building or prop is already destroyed and keeps trying to destroy it. As always: Gameplay first!

The Export creates a new mesh with all the fracturing and new surfaces, as well as the mentioned position/rotation textures.

Top: Detail view of the simulated mesh with the point count of the packed geo. Bottom: Position texture in Unreal. A width of 37 pixels for the points and 95 for the sequence.

Go With The Flow Now I import the generated files into the engine. In the static mesh settings of the destruction mesh I flag the Use Precision UVs option to prevent errors in the UV layout. The textures must not be compressed. Each pixel contains position/rotation values, and these can be lost through compression. Since most of the meshes in the simulation consist of packed geometry, which means geometry that is connected and in one piece, it gets one pivot point in the middle of itself.

The advantage: Not all the vertices have to be saved in the texture, but only the pivots of the individual fractured parts. Which in turn means that, if I have a destructed mesh with 24.000 vertices but fractured and packed into 40 pieces, I only need the pivots of these 40 pieces, which makes the texture just 40 pixels wide. And because the sequence is mostly between 96 and 120 frames, the texture is just between 96 and 120 pixels high. Even uncompressed, this makes it not bigger than several kilobytes. I only have to be careful not to go crazy when I fracture the mesh, because even if the geometry is packed in Houdini, if I import it into the engine, I still have all the vertices, and this can blow up the mesh. So,

I have to keep it simple: Less small pieces, more big chunks and not so much new inside surfaces. The last step is to put all the parts together. The textures need to be interpreted in a material. The VAT export in Houdini provides all necessary code for this. I only have to copy it from Houdini and paste it into an empty material. All needed configurations are commented, so it’s pretty easy to build the material. To make it even easier to assign the VAT functionality to already existing materials, I made a material function out of it. Now I can create instances from the master materials for each destructible mesh with all the needed parameter exposed and editable to create a whole lot of destructible mesh materials. Only some values like bounds and frame count have to be transferred from Houdini to the material instance, and the material has to be assigned to the destruction mesh.

To make it work in the game, we created Blueprint components, which are added to the individual Blueprints. These components control all the settings for the destruction sequence. I can define which destruction mesh and material I want to use, change transform settings to adapt to the optimized “original” mesh, add additional destruction meshes for special props or set up many other parameters such as delays, decals or particle effects.

In the End For me, the VAT pipeline works very well. Because of the “waterfall” node-based and non-destructible workflow in Houdini and the easy import into the Engine, I can make a lot of game props destructible and game ready in a short amount of time and integrate them into our game.

Martin Pitzing VFX Artist at Daedalic Entertainment

While studying Game Design at the University of Applied Sciences in Berlin, his professor asked him what exactly he wanted to do in game development. Not quite sure about that, his professor advised him to specialize in visual effects. A very good advice, as it turned out. Since then, Martin loves to make effects and learn new things about it every day.

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