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twelfth-harbinger · 3 years

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Hello!! I just finished reading your Zhongli piece and it’s so so good! I love the way you write and your descriptions, unlike other writers who just dive into dialogue and feels very 1D, yours is 3-D!! I love it! Do you plan on continuing the Zhongli one with part 2 NSFW?!?

Also, may I please request a NSFW Diluc piece with female reader, who’s his co-worker/bartender who works at angels share with Charles?

Thank you for your hard work!

A/n: Firstly, yes!!! & thank you!!!, ilysm <3. Secondly Diluc is fucking hot & this is something I couldn’t get out my mind once I read your request. Pls Enjoy ^^

Mentions: Master Diluc likes being called...Master Diluc. Don’t taunt him it’ll lead to something spontaneous and igniting! Bar sex.

Warnings: Nsfw! So spicy hehe

The Angel of Angel’s Share

He spotted you on his occasional endeavors to Angels Share, being an outstanding and tremendous help to Charles when it came to cleaning up and serving drinks to the patrons of his humble business. You insisted that Charles let you help out once in a while as a side job — you needed the mora. Upon getting Dilics rather passive approval in a letter you got in! You spend most nights tidying up, wiping down tables and cleaning glasses periodically. Many of the bar patrons converse with you. Calling you the literal Angel of Angel’s Share. Your beauty was no secret, every man and woman there simply adored you. How could they not? You were friendly, outgoing and most importantly, kind. Your smile was as radiant as the sun itself and of course Diluc had to witness it with his own two eyes. Word did not spread around his establishment without him in the loop. Kaeya frequented the bar more often to flirt with see you; he was a regular before, but now? You rarely go a night where you don’t see him, even if it’s for a short while. Charles has to make snide comments about him slacking off to get him to leave.

All it takes is one night for things to burn brightly into something new, a night akin to this one. Diluc stood behind the counter to relieve Charles for the night shift — he had been there all morning and the night before. You walked in as Diluc was speaking to Charles, you wasted no time in maneuvering to the second floor to clear those tables first.

“Enjoy your night off Charles, I’ll take it from here.” Diluc waved him away and well, it left you there with him. Not alone of course, not yet. As the night pressed on you entertained the customers, served them delicious drinks Diluc prepared and made friends with Stanley?? The busy happy hour of Angels Share gave you no time to take a break. Not until it was well after hours and Diluc had locked the doors to Angel’s Share for the night.

“Good work today.” You chirped happily, as you sat at the bar of the counter atop a stool. Diluc prepared you spiked wolf hook juice on the house; it had a bearclaw kind of taste to it. One of Dliuc’s hands held an empty glass whilst the other dried it with a plain off-white dish cloth.

“I should be saying that to you, you overachieved tonight.” He didn’t mean for his comment to come off as brash, even though it did. You glanced up at him over the top to your glass, your eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. He quickly corrected himself with a light clear of his throat. “Not...that, that’s a bad thing. You..did well.”

Talk about awkward, you and he hadn’t spoken much since your employment over the past few months. You were undoubtedly curious about this handsome man with hair the color of fire. All dressed in black and a wielder of a claymore. He had to have some form of immense physical strength to do so and it only made you wonder what else he could do.

“Why thank you Master Diluc.” Your lips curled into a coy smile as you peeked up at him over the rim of your glass once more. His eyes were like flames too, and his gaze made you burn. It’s strange, so many people address him as Master Diluc regularly and yet you were the only person that was able to stoke the fire within him. Intentionally or not he enjoyed the way it rolled off your tongue and he wanted to hear it again. His hand stopped moving in the glass and he set it down neatly next to the others that were lined up.

“There’s no need to thank me, everyone deserves recognition for their hard work.” He played it cool, you’ll give him that. You stood up, hopping off the stool to the bar, only to walk around it and move past him. You were shorter than he was, he saw the top of your head. He was in the midst of asking you what you were doing but you stopped in front of him to drop to your knees. He fucking froze, he watched you completely unsure of what was going to happen next. He prayed to the gods that you weren’t going to do what he wanted you to do. He wouldn’t be able to keep it together otherwise and he doubted he’d stop you. With a cheeky grin you stood back up with a large jug of homemade grape juice in a hand. He exhaled quietly, letting out a silent sigh that caught in his throat. His face remained straight with a hint of a slight irritable frown threatening the corners of his lips. You proceeded to stand in front of him, turning your back to him to pour a glass of his favorite beverage.

“I know you don’t drink and I heard you liked grape juice from your brother. Why not sit and join me for a while?”

His eyes drifted down the back of your figure before he stepped aside shamefully, Kaeya rubbed off on him more than he cared to admit. Even so, he was ignoring any and all signals you were sending him. Or at least he was trying his very best to. Certainly nothing came that easy— a passing thought you both shared. He sat beside you at the bar, it was silent for a little while. You looked at him with a slight turn of your head and moved to place a hand on your cheek. He lowered the glass from his face and looked over at you. Seeing him up close was making you nervous, you thought you had it in you to seduce this man but you began having second thoughts. He stared at you as if he was trying to read you like a book. It only made things more complicated which lead to you doubting yourself even more. Kaeya never made you this nervous even when he flirted with you.

“My brother told you I liked grape juice what a nuisance.” He said, breaking the silence; he had to the cat ripped out your tongue. You looked at the glass jug and then at him and finally smiled, breaking a light sweat from your overthinking.

“O-Oh, yes haha.. he was teasing you quite a bit.” Diluc didn’t find it amusing Kaeya could get under his skin like it was his job. A light ‘tch’ left his lips as he raised his glass. You followed suit needing more liquid courage than you initially thought. “It’s okay,” You sighed out, you cheeks warming from the bitter sweet drink. “Apple juice is superior in any case.” Diluc looked at you and a light smile crossed his features as he shook his head.

“It’s not.” He stated, “At all in fact.” You caught his semi playful gaze, you narrowed your eyes a little at the comment. “Sunsettia juice is even better in all aspects.” You chuckled and lowered your hand onto the table.

“Coming from the juice enthusiast himself why am I not surprised.” Diluc smirked a bit, finding your comment funny. He looked at you and your radiantly warm smile; it really did resemble that of the morning and setting sun. The two of you remained there conversing with each other well into the night, losing track of time. He hadn’t felt this at ease with anyone by his side in a while. Jean was a great friend to talk to but she was so busy he rarely got to speak with her. He was too in his own right, running the wine industry in Monstadt was no easy task.

“Do you enjoy working here?” He asked as you stood up to stretch, the tables in the back still needed to be cleared, a few drinking tankards, bottles and glasses were scattered about. His question made you think, you loved the night atmosphere of the tavern and the people that came with it.

“Of course I do, it’s very inviting I dare say more than Cats Eye.” You looked his way with a grin he stood up along with you a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Though I do have my work cut out for me here.” You quipped lightly before making your way to the back of the bar where a wooden bench table sat nestled in the corner with a small cabinet and barrel behind it. Diluc followed after to aide in an easy clean up you worked hard enough for tonight. With your back turned you bend over the table without fully walking around it to reach for the glasses and tankards. Your arms were quite short given your stature, without thinking too deeply into his actions Dilic stood halfway behind you to grab the bottle.

“It’s fine to take a break once in a while. There is no need to overwork yourself.” He stated plainly as he picked up the second bottle that sat next to the first. Unbeknownst to him you felt his presence the moment he stepped up behind you. He smelled like a freshly lit fire in the middle of the Whispering Woods his warmth drew you in. You stepped back somewhat unintentionally, your backside grazing him lightly as you turned around to face him. Even on your toes you wouldn’t be at eye level, he stared down at you a bit embarrassed by what he believed was his fault. He opened his mouth to apologize, you couldn’t stop yourself from stealing a kiss. When your lips pressed against his in a sweetened and heated kiss, you noticed Diluc tensed up. The bottles he had fell over onto the surface of the table. Upon hearing that you pulled away and stood flat footed against the edge of the able. You avoided looking at him and tugged on the ends of your hair sheepishly.

“Sorry I...don’t know what came over me, I thought maybe...“ With your half hearted apology you trailed off looking up at Diluc who stared down at you with a perplexed look in his eye. With his gloved hand he reached up to cup your cheek and leaned down to press his lips firmly against yours. His other hand moved up to hold the other side of your cheek. He wanted to kiss you the moment everyone left. Your lips moved in time with his, your hands finding themselves holding onto the sides of his coat. Without breaking the kiss, he lowered his hands to your waist and then to your thighs. In one swift movement he effortlessly lifted you to sit you on top of the table. The bottles on the surface rattled upon him doing so, slightly moving the table in the process. Your hands moved up his chest from his sides as his own slipped further down your legs to hold onto your waist. His pants were growing tighter by the second, you were so beautiful and he hadn’t voiced it yet. Not that he was given the chance to, the moment you both came up for air you pulled him into another fierce kiss, you legs locking around him in efforts to draw him closer. You needed him to ruin you on that table top and he wasn’t going to deny you of one of life’s simple pleasures. After all this man made it so that people could drink happily within the safety of Angel’s Share. Your tongue moved past your lips and Diluc gladly glided his own over yours to gain access. His hand moved back up to your cheek only to slip down to your neck to hold you in place as his other hand moved up the side of your thigh to squeeze. His leather gloves felt so good on your skin, you wanted to feel more of him.

Your hands moved from his sides to his pants, fumbling with the belts and buttons to try and get them loose. Diluc moved to kiss your neck, his warm lips trailing hot kisses against your soft skin. He made an audible sound, a muffled moan as he kissed the nape of your neck. You tugged him closer upon finally undoing his bottoms. His hand wandered down your side and moved to hitch up your work tunic, the other pulling onto the string to your top. He yanked it down to reveal your bare chest, as he exposed your legs and thighs. He was going to thoroughly enjoy fucking you on top of that table. A slight smile crossed his features as his index finger and thumb moved down to grip your chin, he tilted your head up to look into your eyes. Never has a man made you this weak with such a simple gaze.

“Is this what you want?” He asked quietly, he wasn’t going to begin without asking you. Your brows furrowed in need and you nodded as your eyes searched his face. His own were a bit complacent when he didn’t move to give you what he knew you wanted; he wanted to hear you say it. He only moved in to kiss you once more before his lips found the skin of your neck again.

“Diluc..please.” You whined, he smiled lightly against your neck and kept kissing. You wondered why he was only kissing you, unbeknownst to you his hand moved down in between your legs and his crotch to free his fully hardened member from the confides of his trousers. “M-Master Di—“ Your breath hitched in your throat and you moaned out the rest of his name, a deep growl moving past his lips as he slipped inside of you. He stretched you out continuously as you contracted around his length in utter bliss. Your legs squeezed around him and his hands gripped your waist and thigh. Pulling you closer to his chest as he bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed himself further; your lips parted in a light moan and your hands tangled in his red locks. Diluc’s hand moved from your thigh to your neck to hold you in place briefly as he leaned back to look at your face. It was intoxicating, if he could get drunk off your facial expressions he would. He pulled back and thrusted hard into you, your body jerked up and the table moved along with the bottles and glasses on top of it.

You cried out in pleasure and your hips bucked against his. He bit down on his bottom lip to surpress a groan, he thrusted once again, finding a hard and steady rhythm that left your body jerking upwards against the table and your chest exposed for him to see. An alluring sight that made him thrust even harder and your loud moans to fill the atmosphere of the bar. Mixed in were his own light goans and mild grunts, even as he laid you flat onto the table he didn’t stop. Though the pace slowed a bit, he became more forceful with his movements which made your back arch into his chest and your legs shake. You were going to cum a lot harder than you expected, you could feel it and so could he, you caught wind of a faint smirk that slipped across his face as he kissed you. A kiss deep enough where you could lose oneself. Your hands tugged at his hair and your face pleaded with a need for release.

The bottles, tankards and glasses had since fell onto the floor of Angel’s Share. Not that either of you could be bothered by it now. As your climax rushed at you like a battering ram Diluc groaned out low into your ear the sound made your body quiver, you were about to milk him dry. Your hands slipped out of his hair and fell back onto the table as you convulsed in an intense high. Diluc held you in his arms and sat you back up, with your legs wrapped around him once again. He turned and sat on the edge of the table with you on top, allowing you to ride out the rest of your orgasm as he filled your depths with his hot seed. The feeling itself made you shutter as he buried his face into your chest and his arms wrapped around you, the moan he let out was something you could never get tired of hearing. The area in Angel’s Share that you two both shared had grown hot, the sweat you broke out was enough to cause your breathing to be ragged.

“Master Diluc...” You mumbled into his hair with closed eyes and a smile, his hands rested on your waist as his head rested on your chest. He moved back to look up at you, his hand moving to brush your cheek. He kissed your cheek as he pulled back to look at your face.

“Yes?” He replied, a smile crossing his features, you grinned at him finding the humor in his answer. You kissed him once more, this time slowly to savor the taste of his lips. He looked up at you, his eyes flickering like fire. “There’s going to be a shipment at the Dawn Winery from Liyue, Charles usually comes to pick it up but, I trust you enough to be there in his stead.” Upon hearing those words you knew you’d see him again.

“I will gladly be there, Master Diluc.”

Bonus

After your visit to the Dawn winery a few day ago, you decided to get an afternoon drink at Angel’s Share. Outside you ran into Kaeya and Diluc sitting at one of the tables outside. Kaeya spotted you first of course and when your eyes met Diluc’s a smile surfaced onto your face and his own softened a bit. Which, caught Kaeya’s attention quickly; being the absurdly perceptive man that he was.

“You’re here early, I thought your shift doesn’t start until sundown.” Kaeya spoke with a smile that was suspiciously sly. Diluc sat there with his arms crossed and a placid frown on his face, you sat with them and looked at Kaeya unamused.

“I thought I’d get a drink before my shift, I’ve been quite busy as of late.” You replied moving a hand to rest on your cheek, Diluc was silent and Kaeya looked between you both before his eye settled on you.

“Have you now? You know, a few days ago I went to the Dawn Winery looking for you and Diluc seeing as Charles said you were going to be there.” Kaeya held up a letter from grandmaster Jean and waved it in the air idly. “I needed to deliver a letter from the active grandmaster to Diluc and hoped I’d run into you there and yet...I couldn’t find either of you.” Diluc frowned deeper and your smile began to fade slowly, your hand moved up casually to cover your mouth a bit and Kaeya’s smile grew as he went on. “So, I took it upon myself to look around given your maids told me you were in his study.” Diluc’s expression shifted from displeasure to pure annoyance. You were a bit nervous though wondering if you two had been found out already. You knew the answer in the back of your mind though. “When I couldn’t find you there I saw a maid walk out of the west wing hallway with blush staining her cheeks so, naturally I went that way and much to my surprise there you two were behind the semi closed doors to dear brothers bedroom-“ Diluc snatched the letter from his brother and narrowed his eyes. He stood up and narrowed his eyes at him.

“You finished ?” He asked, short tempered as always, you were a blushing mess on the other hand, with your face covered in attempts to hide your embarrassment. Of all the ways to be found out, it had to be Kaeya happening across you two at the Dawn Winery! Kaeya chuckled lightly and leaned back in the chair.

“Ah-Ah you interrupted me brother, I was just getting to the good part.” You peeked up at him and shook your head Dliuc let out and irritable sigh and turned his back to Kaeya and then looked over at you, a smile on his face one he’d only show to you really.

“I’ll see you later.” You nodded with a warmth to your cheeks as he walked off ignoring Kaeya all together. The three of you knowing Diluc was working tonight with you again. It left you two sitting there in a painful kind of silence where only one of you were inflicted and the other found it jovial.

“He must like you.” Kaeya sighed raising his wine glass to his lips, you glanced over at him with a slight glare and he smiled your way.

“Your point?” You retorted, it lead to him shrugging lightly as he finished the drink. He stood up, preparing to take his leave, moving to place a hand on his hip.

“None really, it’s just he got to you before I could.” Kaeya wouldn’t admit to him being beaten at his own game, he also wouldn’t voice at how it made him proud and happy for his brother at the same time. You looked at him with a straight face and he chortled. “You’ll make each other happy, especially with the sex you’re having. I’m not worried.” He patted your shoulder before he walked off in the opposite direction of his brother. Leaving you there blushing and with the future to think about, one where both you snd Diluc shared.

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lady-eny · 3 years

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Title: Once more with feeling (1/5)

Some tags: Canon Universe, Angst and Fluff, HEA, Time Loop, Death/Violence, Jealousy, Anxiety, Getting together.

Summary:

Hange's birthday was a good day—until Levi forgot her special day and the expedition turned disastrous.

Now, thanks to an unknown force, she finds herself reliving the same day with a big task: save everyone from their deaths—and maybe learn something along the way.

Will she be able to save them all, especially Levi, who tends to end up dead again and again? Can she face her true feelings for a certain friend?

Cross-posting on: AO3

Other chapters: 2 3 4 5

Notes:

Here it’s still Hange’s birthday so Happy birthday to the greatest Hange Zoe!✨ I hope this isn’t so bad haha. Big thanks to everyone who shared their feedback at the workshop, especially the amazing @aphee-sheiz, @malunggaybe, and @ellepellano!! You guys rock!

Chapter 1: Once More a Happy Birthday

A round glass jar with purple liquid inside is in front of her eyes.

Hange frowns. Where is she?

She lifts her head with effort and massages her aching neck. A sheet of paper that was stuck to her cheek falls and lands on the table like a puff.

Oh, right, she thinks while looking around and stretching until her back cracks. She fell asleep on the table, again. Her muscles are constantly protesting for her lack of care, but she swears she doesn’t do it on purpose. This time, she was really planning to sleep on her bed.

Well. There’s nothing to be done, except for getting back to work!

The scattered papers on the table are full of her messy handwriting. It takes her a moment to recapitulate her mind and remember what she was working on the previous night.

Syrgja Flowers, she reads. A file opens in her brain, and her research information comes back like an open encyclopedia. Syrgja flowers, a very weird plant. It’s a project she was planning to finish yesterday, but alas, fatigue outplayed her.

No problem. She’ll do it now.

Hange glances at the clock. 8:03 in the morning. There’s plenty of time for the busy—and fantastic—day ahead. She re-reads the last of her notes. It’s an easy task, as last night she already filled the jar with some flowers and oil to extract its essence. Next, she has to pour some under her microscope to see the composition. She was unlucky, inspecting the purple flower leaf: at the moment of leaning to see through the lens of her microscope, it darkened and she couldn’t see a thing.

How strange.

She loves it. The thrilling of finding more of it vibrates through her body. Hange doubts she’ll find much to uncover the mystery surrounding it—to root out its reputation—but she can try. She’ll do her best to prove it is just a plant, albeit a gorgeous one.

Why do so many people worship it, believing it to be magical? The question has been sitting in her head since she first heard the name among the village shops. A magical flower is nonsense, of course—people always find something to put their faith in—but the number of followers backing it is outstanding.

She wants to know why. Perhaps, it does bear some sort of medicinal properties. Perhaps it’s in its scent, or is it within its stem? She’ll find out.

Hange opens the jar and a rich, sweet fragrance wafts from it. The purple flower is more of a watery dough at this point. She empties the content under her microscope, but as soon as the essence touches the flat surface, it dissolves into vapor. The purple mist slaps her face like a wave and proceeds to expand through the air. She coughs and covers her mouth and nose with her shirt.

It lasts just a few seconds. By the time Hange’s coughs stop, the mist is gone, the air as clear as before.

What the—?

“I’ll need more flowers,” she says to herself, stepping towards her bookcase, “and a syringe. But why does it turn into gas?” She pulls out a green book on botany, another on chemistry. “And how do I keep it solid?”

Her plans are thrown out of the window. She was going to get breakfast, to celebrate with Nana… never mind. This is so exciting! An enigma made precisely for her. She can go out later.

She spends hours reading, until she catches sight of the clock. 10 AM. They’ll leave for the expedition at 3 PM, and she still hasn’t made any progress. She decides to put it aside for a while; nothing important stood out in her recent study anyway.

If only she had more time, she’d be able to figure everything out.

Today is special. Excitement bubbles on her chest, and she jumps a little from the rush of emotion. She waddles to the exit but stumbles onto the floor just reaching the door. She falls on her knees, scraping them—looks down at the source: her foot got caught with a book on the ground.

Hange stands up and inspects her wound. Shrugs. It’s only a little scratch.

Today is going to be an amazing day! She leaves her lab with the clock pointing to 10:07 at her back.

Most of the Survey Corps are early birds. Hange, for her part, moves according to the status of her work; she either wakes up late at noon or earlier than everyone else—because she hasn’t slept at all, that’s it. This is one of the scarce occasions where she stands in the middle of her norm.

She arrives at the kitchen sniffing around, stomach roaring in starvation. She may or may not have forgotten to eat dinner, as she was deep in research.

Nifa sees her and tightens the grip on the shimmering saucepan in her hands. “Squad Leader! Wh—What are you doing here so early? How did the experiment go?”

“It failed.” Hange’s shoulders drop, raising again almost instantly. She hunches towards the dirty dishes in the sink. “What do we have for breakfast?”

“Ahhh…” Nifa looks back and forth between Hange and the dishes. “Usually, everyone eats before 10, and you wake later for lunch. So, we thought that… because you didn’t appear… there isn’t any food left.”

“Oh,” Hange says. Forms a smile on her face. “Nothing at all?”

“I can look for some bread in the buffet or—”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’m not even that hungry…” She ignores the protesting growls from her stomach.

Hange sighs. Her experiment was an utter failure, and she’s starving, but this remains a good day. She strolls on the hallways and looks out the little window at the top of the wall. The sun is shining, and the weather is nice; neither too hot nor too cold. Later, the routinary expedition will be like a breath of fresh air—they have little to no new recruits, so the chances of someone dying are low. Then, in the night, she’ll reunite with her squad or something, to celebrate.

A hand touches her shoulder.

“Happy birthday!” Nana yells in her ear, throwing her arms around her. Hange feels her chest enlarging, and she squeezes her friend with her arms.

“Yahoo! Happy birthday to me! Thanks.”

Sometimes, her birthdays are quiet; other times, they’re loud—depending on the success of their nearby missions—but she can always, always, count on a hug from Nana or Mike’s part. There are times when they come with the plus of a little party (which she adores), or tons of cake (which she’d eat until she explodes). Hange just enjoys her birthdays to no end, ever since she was a child. Even when they come surrounded by death and sorrow and pain, for her it’s a time to celebrate her success. She made it to another year, so she gets to see her loved ones for much longer.

A good day, indeed.

“I need to prepare the horses for the expedition, but I’ll see you later,” Nana says, waving goodbye.

Hange waves back and considers her options. She could come back to her research, or she could… Decision made! She grins widely and struts to his room. At his door, she knocks.

“Come in,” he says, voice muffled by the barrier between them.

She opens the door. “Come in? What if I was a complete stranger or a thief?”

Levi’s composed, sitting on his desk. His hand leisurely fills his reports.

“A thief wouldn’t knock. And I knew your shitty glasses were behind.”

Hange pouts and sits on his bed, knowing how much it’ll bother him.

He doesn’t make her wait. He stops writing, lips pressing into a slash. “How many days have you been wearing those damn pants?”

“The ones dirtying your bedspread, you mean?”

He switches his body farther on the chair and returns to his work. She laughs.

“They’re clean. I’m wearing them since…” She’s almost sure they’re clean. When was the last time she put them on, again? “… yesterday.” Maybe. Likely.

“How is that clean?”

“It is!” She leans on the wall behind her and rubs her sweaty hands together. “Don’t you have something to tell me?” He makes no reaction. She leans in, eyes fixed on the back of his head. “For real. Nothing, nothing at all?”

Levi drops his pen and turns around. “Shut up and let me finish this?” He scowls.

She speaks strained. “My birthday.”

“What about it?”

Hange jumps to her feet and runs a hand through her hair, leaving it matted. “Don’t you remember it?”

He leans back, takes the pen again, and rolls it between his fingers. “Should I?”

“Yes!”

“I never have, before.”

Words are far from her reach, and her throat feels like closing up. “B—But this year is different. You remembered Petra’s!”

He raises a brow. “Did I?”

You did. And for some reason, that gave her the sense that he’d remember hers, too. Guess she was wrong. Her stomach shrinks inside of her as if punched.

She lifts her chin and leaves, stomping. Levi doesn’t say anything else, just sees her exit with a heavy gaze.

***

What a horrible day.

The sun over their heads is so bright that it burns their skin, and the air, even when it could be considered fresh, feels kind of suffocating at best. A salty and woody odor floats around.

The gates are slowly being opened to let them out of the walls. The entire Survey Corps army waits in front of it—except for Mike, who stayed behind in isolation with a pretty bad flu. His proneness to getting sick from the respiratory tract always has his nose in an over-sensitive state.

“Hange!” a nasal voice shouts from afar. She turns to it, and finds a slim and bald man with honeyed eyes, gesticulating to get her attention. He wears an apron over casual clothes.

“Mr. Trent! So nice to see you again!”

He cuts the distance between them, crowding past the people gathered to see them off. Mr. Trent raises a cloth bag towards her. “Take this!”

She bends down to reach it. “What is it?” But she knows the answer. Ever since she helped Mr. Trent fix his oven, he’s been sending her bags and bags of bread once a week. Besides, the characteristic smell of freshly baked bread is already emanating from the bag, making her guts churn.

Everyone ate before leaving, but Hange was unable to swallow even one bite. Her throat hadn’t recovered, and her stomach boiled every time she thought of Levi.

“I just made bread, Hange, just for you to enjoy on your quest.” The man’s eyes shine with admiration.

“It’s only a routinary expedition,” she clarifies, stirring uncomfortably by his stare, “but thanks.” She builds a smile for him.

At her side, Levi hawks. Hange turns to give him a bad look, but he’s staring straight ahead.

“I wanted to bring something better, but with your mission today…” Mr. Trent scratches his neck.

Hange is glad for this mission. Although most of the time it’s bread, there have also been flowers, once or twice. She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to say and tries to attribute it to his infinite gratitude, but it gets harder every time.

If the man arrives with a ring one of these days, she wouldn’t be surprised—but panicked. Maybe it’s time to stop accepting his gifts so kindly…

Yet, he really does bake the best bread in town, with only some minor defects.

“No problem, this is more than enough.”

Mr. Trent nods, smiling, and moves back to his bakery while Hange saves the bag on her horse’s saddle for later.

At the head of the formation, Erwin gives his orders. When he starts, they gallop as a single body against the vastness of the uncertain horizon. She takes a deep breath, enjoying the coolness of the free wind on her lungs, the immensity of the sky spreading on their faces. She opens her arms to feel the force of their speed against the air. It’s like jumping from tree to tree, like flying.

Hours ago, the day turned problematic, but it’s such a small bump among the goodness. It’s always a priceless time when she gets to feel this way.

“You’ll fall and crush your head to the ground,” Levi calls out.

Hange doesn’t acknowledge him, still. She hasn’t spoken to him since leaving his room; didn’t answer to his jokes at lunch, even ignored his insults on the cleanliness of her horse. She’ll keep her silent treatment as much as she can—which doesn’t usually last long.

She speeds up to overtake him, in order to avoid hearing more of his voice. Stands next to Erwin, who portrays a determined and brave face. But there’s something different on him—what, Hange can’t pin-point. It’s in the way his bushy eyebrows slant slightly lower, in the way the corner of his lips is bent. In how his eyes hold no spark, as they do every time he leaves the walls.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

Erwin’s gaze doesn’t waver, but there’s a bitter edge on his tone. “Marvelous.”

Hange opens her mouth to press on, but she doesn’t get to.

A titan emerges from their right side, blond and seven meters tall, moving as a…

Her posture tenses. “An abnormal!”

It comes with company. Tens of titans run behind, bigger and bigger as they approach. Hange looks around; they’re on a cleared area, without trees or the sort. Her face turns pallid, ice sheet settles on her stomach.

“Are they all abnormals?!” someone shrieks.

It appears so, at first glance. But it’s impossible. Abnormals, those unpredictable beings, don’t gather together. Ever. There must be at least three among them, though. And they’re coming directly to them. Hange peeks at Erwin, waiting for orders.

His position hasn’t moved, but his pupils flutter around the space as if searching for a solution.

“To the forest!” He shouts, raising a hand and pointing to the left.

Will they arrive on time? Hange mentally calculates. They can, if lucky. The only sound in her ears is the thubalup-thubalup of the horses and that of her hammering heart.

She turns her head to look at her back. They’re closer. The survey formation, she notices, is too compact. Hange makes a mental note to design a new, more workable one for later.

First, they have to survive.

They reach the outskirts of the forest. It’s a few meters away. They’re two seconds from entering it when another titan comes out from the darkness of the woods. It charges straight to their frontal lines. Hange barely has the time to maneuver to the side, dodging it by a hair.

Many weren’t that fast, didn’t have enough space.

She sees it in slow motion, mind numb by the shock and breath getting caught in her throat. The titan takes Erwin from his horse. Hange hears herself screaming, but her intention isn’t to do so. She wants to run to him, to save him, but her muscles paralyze, and the titan devours half of him in one bite. She can only stay there, sight glued into the last spot where she last saw Erwin’s body.

Loud wails shake her out of her trance. The other titans are here, have reached them. The formation is broken, lost. Half of the corps are fighting, hooking on the titans to reel themselves towards the beasts. The other half is gone.

Hange rushes to the action, stepping on her horse to propel herself up. When she nears a titan, she fires her grapple hook to it and activates her gas. She slices its nape with a thrust. She repeats, again and again. The second she checks her surroundings, there’s always one more.

She falls to the ground, standing on a titan’s back. Her clothes are torn, and there’s sweat and blood—her blood—covering her whole. Fortunately, she doesn’t feel a thing, as for now. Her eyes explore the zone while she tries to calm down her breathing. She’s running out of gas.

Nana. She glimpses at her blond hair—fighting with a titan, alive. Hange showers in relief.

Freezes.

The titan holds Nana by the legs. Hange rushes to her, mind numb. Runs. Jumps. Flies. The titan swings Nana in its hand. It’s an abnormal. Hange arrives at its feet but… it sends Nana flying through the air.

Hange activates her gear and lands on its shoulder. As it balances itself, she kills it.

She kneels on the ground, heart pounding hard against her chest, hands trembling. A few meters to the right, she catches sight of a brown-haired hair coming out from under a rock. To the left, there’s a small red-head.

“No, no no no no no,” she repeats hoarsely, shaking her head.

Someone screams at her back. Her head turns over her shoulder, mind unable to process. It’s Petra, in the hand of a titan. Oluo is there, trying to cut the hand, but he is hurt, and slow.

Levi appears out of nowhere. Hange exhales; he’s alive. He’s going to make this right again. But he doesn’t look fine. Blood drips from his limbs, clothes are in tatters. He limps on one foot.

He cuts the titan’s hand in one stroke. It lands with Petra trapped in its fist. Another hand shows behind him, wraps his torso with its gigantic fingers. He struggles, but he’s out of blades.

Hange’s heart stops beating. Air won’t pass to her lungs. He screams and the sound echoes in her ears.

The titan smashes him until he explodes like an orange full of scarlet juice. Hange doesn’t know why that comparison stays on her mind, but she can’t unsee it.

“NO!” she cries, her raw throat burning.

A shadow staggers behind her. She doesn’t turn. There’s no need. She doesn’t have any gas left, no more blades to spare.

Hange runs. Whistles, and her horse arrives at her side. She jumps on the horse’s back. Gallops as fast as she can. Far, far from the titan.

The shadow only grows bigger and bigger, and darker. She jerks her head to see the sole of the titan's foot above her head.

Is muted, the end. Her mind stops when the foot makes contact with her, and then there is nothing else.

Hange fades away.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

She thinks she makes out something in the darkness. White sand and channels or something like paths—or she may have seen none.

It doesn’t matter. She won’t remember it later.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Hange wakes up screaming.

Something hard. There’s something hard pressing against her face, preventing her from breathing. She bounds off, feeling like the table was the ground and she was being smashed on it. Tears roll along her cheeks. It takes her a moment to take on her surroundings.

Where is she? She looks around.

Her lab. There is her desk, her books. Her research papers rest on the table. She squints at them—they’re about the Syrgja flowers. Her hands probe her body, assuring that she’s complete and intact.

Which she is.

Was it a dream? It felt so… real. It must have been a dream—otherwise, she wouldn’t be here. Her head rotates to the wall at her back. 8:05 AM.

She rushes to the door and trips over a book on the floor. Falls on her hands and knees, scratching them. Her gaze gets lost on those little scratches, so much like the one in her dream. After a few seconds, she shakes her head and leaves her lab, somehow disoriented.

Where to go? She motions her feet in the dining hall’s direction. Hange stands in the doorway. Nana is sitting there, talking with her peers.

“Hange!” She exclaims from her table. Hange fills with relief, shoulders relaxing at the sight. Nana is fine and alive. It was all a dream; a despicable nightmare. Nana gets to her and wraps her in a hug. “Happy birthday!”

“Is it… my birthday? Are you sure?”

Nana frowns. “September 5th, absolutely sure. You forgot it?”

Hange nods, feeling like floating above reality.

It was a dream, she repeats to herself, a hand tapping her chest. It’s my birthday—a good day.

She returns to her lab and closes the door behind her. Supports her weight on the door. The best thing to do with bad dreams is to forget about them. They hold no meaning whatsoever. Yet…

Her research diary is as she remembers, stopping at September 4th. Right, her experiment. She still has to study the substance, to discover its configuration. She arranges her area and re-reads her past studies. Finally, opens the jar and unloads its content under her microscope.

As soon as it touched the surface, it turns into mist, purple mist. It makes Hange cough, and then it disappears into the air.

Hange hangs there, stiff, while coldness hits her core.

Is there… Is there a way for her dream to predict exactly how the substance was going to behave? Did she read it somewhere? How is that even possible? She may be a genius, but even she can’t foresee the future. Her hand rubs her face. Last night is a blur. She could’ve made part of the experiment, but was too sleepy to remember. That must be it. It’s the only reasonable answer.

She checks the clock. 10:30 AM. Her guts cry out for food, but if she goes to the kitchen now, she won’t find any food left.

No, she remembers. That was her dream, not reality.

Out of the kitchen, she peeks inside. The clean and bright saucepans lay on a side, and in the other, dishes stack in a tower. The look on Nifa’s face when she sees her makes her heart drop to the ground.

It means nothing. Normally, there isn’t food at this hour—mere common sense.

Erwin trudges down the hallway to her. “Happy birthday,” he tells her in a low tone, and attempts—and fails—to smile happily.

“Thanks,” she says, not even trying to smile herself. She scrutinizes him, from the bags under his eyes to the level of opacity into the blue of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He starts walking again past her, to his office.

“Erwin,” she calls, not turning around.

“Yes?”

“Do you ever feel like something bad is going to happen?”

“All the time.”

Hange turns to face him, a serious expression set on her face. “So, it is… normal?”

He rubs his jaw. “Mostly. It’s because you worry.”

“But what if you’re scared, more than worried?”

“That’s normal, too.”

“You also feel like that?” She asks, her forehead puckered.

“Sometimes. But not much since my first missions, no.”

Hange gives him a weak, false smile.

“Yeah. Me neither.”

Erwin nods and keeps his way. Hange takes one last look and does the same. The stress on their daily life can be extenuating, draining. Sooner or later, it affects them all in different ways. Maybe, deep inside, she’s been over-worrying herself, pushing herself to her limit. And her mind responded to that. It’s only natural.

She exhales sharply in front of Levi’s door. He could be doing anything, but she makes a gamble: if he’s on his desk, filling out reports, or if he was just doing that…She opens Levi’s door without a knock. He’s standing next to his desk, organizing some papers—reports, she concludes.

“You finished?”

A feeling of dread inserts on her stomach. She expected that. In her dream, at this hour, he was nearing the end…

He raises a brow. His face, the hair falling on his forehead, his quick fingers on the papers, it brings it back. His face covered in blood parades in front of her, his scream resounds in her ears. Her heart shatters into pieces.

“What?” He asks. “You’re looking at me weirdly.”

She blinks. “Sorry. You…” She sits on his bed, hands grabbing the border. “You wouldn’t die, right?”

“What?”

Her chin falls to her chest. Her voice comes out as thin as a thread. “You’re humanity’s strongest. You won’t ever die, right? It’s impossible.”

“Everyone dies,” Levi replies, sitting on his chair.

“No. That’s why it was just a dream. Because it’d never happen l—li—like that.” Her words break a little, at the end. There’s no way a simple five-meter titan could kill him, that fast. No way.

She raises her head, meeting Levi’s gaze. It’s… strange. He seems to be pondering her. Hange tries her best to shove away those bad thoughts—everything related to the dream. It was just a dream. She’s losing time, thinking of it; giving it power, holding onto it. She needs to let it go.

She taps her cheeks with both hands. Levi seems to have decided that she’s alright, because he stops seeing her like a delicate experiment about to blow.

Today is only another day. A good day. Because if it isn’t… she doesn’t want to consider the seriousness of that possibility. So, it was a dream. It has to be.

“By the way,” she starts, “what day is today?”

He stays in silence for a few seconds. “Wednesday.” Takes a sip of tea.

“And…?” Her eyes narrow.

Levi wrinkles his nose. “Cleaning day.”

Her foot kicks the floor with a pock. “My birthday! I can’t believe my best friend doesn’t remember it!”

“Best friend?”

She moans, exasperated. “Agh.” Heads to the door.

“What’s the deal with birthdays, anyway?!” He yells while she storms out without answering.

***

The gates are slowly opening. Too slowly. She fidgets with the reins of her horse, eagerly waiting for this day to be over. Tomorrow, she won’t feel like she’s live-living a nightmare.

The day is a little too much the same, so much that her mind keeps whirling when she tries to keep it blank. The old fish-seller crosses by as in the dream, and she can almost recite what he’ll say. It smells like salt and earth and meat, just like in her dream, too. Dreams are not supposed to be that faithful.

A coincidence.

“Hange!” She hears and winces. No. It can’t be…

“Mister Trent…” she fumbles.

He arrives at her space and offers her a cloth bag. “Take this!”

She does as requested, hand trembling. She doesn’t ask what it is. The smell is enough to bring nausea climbing to her throat.

“I just made it, Hange, just for you to enjoy on your quest.” He wears a big smile. She can’t help but return it, even so slightly.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” The man smiles proudly and comes back to his bakery.

“You’d appreciate a piece of shit after not eating all day,” Levi bickers at her side. She doesn’t register the words, eyes firm on the gates.

The gates open completely. Hange sees them as the doors of hell inviting them in. She suddenly doesn’t want to move, clutches the reins. When Erwin gives the order, they all follow, including her.

It’s fine, she calms herself. A dream is only that. Even if it’s an insanely accurate one, it remains nothing more than a dream.

Her pulse shoots up when the first one appears, running to them. It’s a seven-meter, blond titan, and exactly as the one in her dream. An abnormal. Coldwater showers her body, and she gasps for air.

“To the forest!” Erwin orders from the front lines.

The forest… no. Not the forest. That’s a bad idea. She speeds up, but they are all fast, and she can’t reach Erwin’s side. The sound of the horses galloping pierce her ears.

A titan exits the forest and takes Erwin. The titans behind them, reach them.

Her mind goes numb.

“Shitty glasses! Move!”

She snaps out of her mind. Activates her gear, and propels herself up.

What was going to happen first?

Nana.

She locates her, but she’s on the other side of the field. She slices napes, runs, and jumps to get there. By the time she makes it there, the titan Nana is fighting is raising its hand. Hange charges to her and pushes her away just when the titan’s fingers closed on the space she was.

Hange saved her. She takes a rasping breath to contain her tremors. Relief hasn’t laid down when she sees another one coming. Nana’s unconscious on the ground. Hange tries to drag her away, but she’s too slow.

The titan lifts Hange by the feet.

The last thing she notices is the mouth of the titan, a black hole surrounding her and engulfing her whole.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Hange opens her eyes and screams.

She grasps the shirt on her chest as if her heart had been ripped open. She can’t see anything, only the pain and the sounds of horror.

“Squad Leader! What’s wrong?”

Someone touches her, takes her arms. It’s just then that she realizes she’s been scratching her chest, her neck.

“What’s happening?” asks another voice, alarmed.

“She’s having an attack or something,” says another one, this one familiar, from her back.

Hange tries to fill her lungs. To ease her heartbeats. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale…

I’m alive I’m alive I’m alive. She’s not in a titan’s belly.

And it wasn’t a dream.

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silveanna · 3 years

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Hello World

Na jaemin x fem!reader, Feat. 00 liners

Summary: Wait, humans suddenly disappeared? well isn’t it fun? you get to do whatever you want now but no one will be there for you anymore. You’re completely alone in a world that seems to be dead but is that Really it?

It’s been hours since you woke up, you’ve been wandering around the city but you haven’t met a single person yet. You also checked your phone but all your contacts, photos and all the files in it are gone, there is also no signal. It was quiet, too quiet it was hurting your ears. There’s no wind or any birds chirping and especially, the people are gone, it feels like the world isn’t alive at all. “i swear if i’m in Alice in borderland, im going to kill myself” you said.

You went to the mall market but the food seems to be expired already, seriously for how long did they disappeared? but at the fruit aisle there were still a few fresh fruits, you weren’t a big fan of fruits, you hate it but you have no other choice, all the foods are expired even if it isn’t you don’t know how to cook at all. Well, you can cook instant noodles and eggs but that’s all.

And of course because you’re alone, you jump on the beds at the furniture aisle while singing “five little monkeys jumping on the beds” not until you heard a loud thud nearby, you quickly hide under the blanket. Minutes passed nothing happened, maybe something just accidentally fell. Yeah ACCIDENTALLY

Months have passed, everyday feels the same, like you’re on a loop it’s sickening, are you really alone? or maybe your just dreaming. You tried pinching your arm, it hurts but nothing changed the world is still empty... dead. You’re running out of food, Your gonna die alone, no one is going to mourn your death. “Oh god oh god..” you pulled your hair and cried.

“I don’t want this, i didn’t ask for this.. I miss everyone” you said and hugged your knees.

“Here”

“Huh?” you immediately looked up, a guy with jet black hair beside you is offering you a handkerchief, you ignored it and wiped your tears with your hands, he looks away and puts the handkerchief back in his pocket. There’s a lot of stuff running in your mind right now, you feel happiness, sadness, and anger at the same time. You snapped out of your thoughts when he waved his hand in-front of your face. “I think they forgot us and went to mars” he joked but it didn’t move you.

You were too busy scanning every inch of his face, why the fuck he looks so healthy compared to me.. maybe he’s a robot?

He was in the middle of talking when you suddenly poked his cheek, “oh wow you’re real” you said, he laughed and removes your finger away form his face. “Yes I am real”

You keep asking him about everything, he tries his best to answer your questions. “Before all of this, i like being alone, it relaxes me, you know just vibing with myself but not this alone” he explained.

“I know, waking up thinking it was another normal day and the next thing you knew the people are gone, I might have you now but you might suddenly disappear too or me. Back then I’m scared to die, cause when you die you can’t do anything you want anymore, it’s just like dreaming forever, but for me this is worse” You said.

He took your hands and looked at you in the eyes, it was beautiful but the person who have it is sad. He wanted to changed that “Let’s make the most of it while we still have each other, I’m Jaemin by the way you?” He smiled.

His smile was beautiful and calming, almost like a free therapy, it made your heart skipped a beat “I’m y/n” . And so you two did, you shared each other’s favorite stuffs, read books together, danced in an empty street while raining, watched the sunset, played board games, and put on some expensive clothes and pretended like you guys are in a fashion runaway.

“You see that three stars together? My mom said those are the three Kings, oh there’s the orion!” You said pointing in the starry sky, you and jaemin are stargazing on top of a hill. He stares at you lovingly while you keep telling him about the meanings of each constellation you point out in the night sky. “I love you” he said out of nowhere causing you to stop.

You looked at him, his eyes sparkling “I love you too you know that” you said.

“No like LOVE love” he clear up.

Jaemin looked away, “It’s fine I can wait, I have all the time in the world”

Silence..

“It’s not like there’s someone who’s going to stole yo-“ when he looks back at your spot you were gone, it was as if you had suddenly disappeared like a bubble. “Y/n?” He stands up and starts looking around for you, his breath getting heavy, his vision starts to get blurry as tears formed on his eyes. Jaemin dropped on his knees and looked down. Just when things started to be fun, one had to disappear. Now he’s all alone again.

•••

You slowly opened your eyes, your vision cleared up and a white ceiling is the first one that greeted you. You felt a dextrose which is injected into your right hand. Wait, what are you doing in a hospital? you were like fine seconds ago.. and where’s Jaemin?

A woman entered the room, she looked middle aged based on her hair which has a few white strands. You were surprised when she suddenly jumped in joy when she saw you were awake, she fishes her phone out of her pocket and dials someone’s number. “Honey come here! our daughter is finally awake!” after that she cuts the line and hugged you. “Mom?” you said. She cares your hair softly “Im glad you can still remember me, i’ll go get the doctor wait here okay?” you nodded.

Your mom leaves the room, you sat there in silence. Was is it all a dream or am i in another dream right now? what about Jaemin?

Soon the doctor arrived with your mom, no, with your whole family. The doctor asked you a few question and you answered them effortlessly, “Your daughter is doing fine now, we can arrange her documents so she can leave in few days, and i recommend to let her rest for three days before going back to business.” the doctor explained.“Thanks doc” you heard your dad said, the doctor nodded and leaves the room along with their nurse.

“I don’t remember what happened, how did I ended up here?”you asked, they all sat beside your bed. Your mom held out your hand and rubs it with her thumb. “You got hit by Car, you were comatose for 8 months we thought we were going to lose you” Your dad explained. You forced a smile, you don’t know what to do in this kind of situation so you just looked down.

You looked up after you felt your stomach growl, “can i go to the cafeteria? im hungry”you requested.

Your mom accompanied you to the cafeteria while your dad and older brother decided to stay in your room, you were surrounded by a lot of people you felt different. You want to tell your family about what happened and especially Jaemin but they might think your silly. While your mom is ordering food, you are looking for an empty seat. You weren’t paying much attention infront of you and bump into someone, luckily they catches you before you kiss the floor.

“sorry i’m so sorry i wasn’t looking” you apologized.

“no no it’s fine i wasn’t either” the guy smiled, he felt familiar, it feels like you already met him but where? “oh wait y/n? it’s you, glad you already woke up!” he said and hugged you.

“i’m sorry you are?”

“i’m Jeno, we’re classmates remember?, i came here to visit you and visit my friend jaemin also-”

“Jaemin? did you just say Jaemin? where is he? is he okay? wait is he here? please tell me it’s just high fever or he works here?”you asked.

“Oh Y/n there you are, let’s eat?” Your mom interprets the conversation, “he’s in room 25, 10th floor meet me there” Jeno said and left.

“So Jeno’s here too?” Your mom asked.

“Yeah he’s supposed to visit me but we met here so he’s off to his friend now” you explained, you were happy to hear that Jaemin’s here but felt guilty after you remembered you suddenly left him at the hill.

After you finished eating with your mom, you told her you’re going to room 25, she still accompanied you there but she just waited outside the room. When you got inside you immediately saw Jaemin sleeping peacefully in his hospital bed with his life support. He’s sleeping, does that mean he’s still in that world? Alone?

There are tears trailing down from your cheeks as you approach his unconscious body, “h-how long has he been like this?” you asked Jeno, he stood beside you and pats your back even though he has no idea how you knew his bestfriend. “3 years, brain infection”

That night you prayed a thousand times, hoping that in your sleep you would return to that world to be with Jaemin again and tell him you love him too. Eventually you got there, to the place where you guys usually hang out but you didn’t met him, you looked around for him but you couldn’t even see his shadow. Or any trails he left behind. He just disappeared like you did before. Morning came, afternoon, evening, a day, and a week. You didn’t woke up. You were trapped in there again.

Kicking a can out of your way as you took a road to god knows where, you lost count on how long you’ve been trapped but it almost felt like a year or more “I wonder if Jaemin already woke up”

“He hasn’t” you turned around and saw a very tall figure of a man wearing black suit, “But he will, just not now. I believe your time is up miss” you took a few steps back away from the man. “Haha very funny, I know you’re just trapped here just like me” you said and started to walk again. “What you call ‘here’ is where lost souls go who still have a chance to live but you don’t, your brain is starting to shut down and the doctors back in the real world are trying to save you with a defibrillator” he explained. You stopped in your tracks. So now you’re dying? you haven’t pretty much done all your goals in life yet.

“I-I’ll go back! I will woke up!”

“Haha we’ll see miss, three days, I will give you three days, if i still spot you wandering around here you have no choice but to come with me” he smirked, he snapped his fingers and poof! he was nowhere to be seen.

•••

“You seriously don’t remember her?”

“No... why? Do I have to?” Jaemin sipped his black coffee.

“I don’t know, it’s just that after she woke up she went to see you, she was crying it’s kinda...unfair”Jeno explained, ever since Jaemin woke up Jeno’s been trying to tell everything about you but it doesn’t ring any bell to him. “Unfair? What? It’s my fault if i can’t remember her? I’ve been asleep for 5 years and so is she, how the hell— argh nevermind” Jaemin face palms himself.

“C’mon Jeno don’t force him to this, he can’t be stressed” Renjun said.

“Yeah yeah right sorry” Jeno apologized.

They all went back to their business, silence filled the room. Renjun and Haechan are focused on their phones, Jeno looking outside the window, and Jaemin drinking his favorite drink. Jaemin was dozing off until a certain memory from his dream played in his mind. He was in an empty grocery store with a girl, everything was clear except her face, her voice was also mute. “I like canned bread, it’s kinda good” Jaemin said out of nowhere.

His friends looked at each other in confusion and back at Jaemin, Haechan scoffs “since when have you eaten canned bread?”

Jaemin’s unable to answer, he swear he have. Jaemin shruggs “Nevermind”.

12:30 pm, Renjun and Haechan already left since they still had school tomorrow. Same as for Jeno, he’s just waiting for Jaemin’s mom to arrive so he could go home, he didn’t want to leave his dear friend alone. The Tv is on shopping channel, the air conditioner was off but it’s still cold. They couldn’t sleep. As Jaemin spaces out, he hears this familiar voice of that girl again, she was singing. It was annoying and relaxing him at the same time, he couldn’t understand why he feels such feeling towards a girl who only lives inside his head or is she really? Her face is still blurry but he can finally hear her voice loud and clear. “Hey little train we are all jumping on..the train that goes to the kingdom...” Jaemin sang quietly.

“Where did you heard that?” Jeno ask.

“Someone... I don’t know” Jaemin replied, Jeno shook his head and puts his attention back to his phone. It keeps happening, Jaemin saying things out of nowhere, facts about him that sounds fake but aren’t , its just that, it didn’t happened in reality. “I used to hear y/n sing that a lot when she still attends school, it’s kinda annoying to hear the same lines over and over again but, her voice is beautiful.” Jeno shared.

silence...

“I want to see her, that girl you keep blabbering about, I want to see her” jaemin said.

“But you’re still not allowed to leave your bed until the doctors said so?”

“Do you think I care? I’ve been in this bed for 5 years it’s time to get up” Jaemin hops down the bed and puts his slippers on, he goes at the door and peeks outside. “There’s no one around let’s go” he says. The hallway was empty and quiet, the nurse who was appointed at the receptionist desk was in deep sleep. It was so easy for the boys to wander around without staffs standing in their way.

There’s no one inside y/n’s room at the moment, she was still unconscious, a nasal cannula place around her nose as it gives her oxygen. “She got hit by car, woke up after 8 months and went to see you, she didn’t woke up again after that” Jeno explains.

Jaemin held your hand, it was cold as ice, i never met you but how come i feel like i already knew you like the back of my hand?

•••

“I can’t decide whether I should take her or not, I’m already late for my given deadline argh” the black suit guy whom you met earlier was watching you from afar kick a vending machine again and again, you weren’t hungry or anything, well you can’t feel any hunger anymore, you’re just an empty lost soul who’s not yet ready to go. “Something is holding her back, like a thin red string attached on her back that trails back to the real world” he rest his head on his palm.

He teleported right in front of you, “it’s only day one what are you doing here?” You ask him.

“Listen missy, I’m just doing my job okay? Just come with me and you’ll be at peac—“ he was cut off when he hears a heartbeat, your heart beat. It was purple and it’s glowing, “what’s happening? What’s happening?!” You shook him.

“Hold on hold on, I’ll get my handbook” he snapped his finger and an old big brown book appeared out of nowhere, he used his powers to flip the pages until it gets to the page he was looking for. He puts his glasses on and reads the text. “Well it seems like your not coming with me anymore, any moment now you’ll come back to the real word BUT you won’t remember everything” he explains.

“Is it temporary? Like after a long time I will regain my memories?”

“I’m afraid not, but at least you’re coming back” the grim reaper hears you sigh,he looks away and flicks your forehead. “ah! what was that for?” you glared at him while rubbing the spot he just flicked. “I did it so you won’t lose your memories, it’s against the rules but it’s my first time doing it so i guess i won’t get fired entirely. Maybe just a few punishments” he shruggs.

“why? why did you cross the line?”

“i want to see how it’s all going to end... don’t worry much kid, i have other back up jobs”

5 days later

“Finally! shit!” You cheered, you’ve lost count on how many tissues you used to remove the ink from your face. 3 minutes before you woke up someone’s kid got inside your ward and drew on your face. Your family was crying and laughing at you at the same time, you were confused at first until your brother handed you a mirror. You dump all the tissues at the trash and went out the bathroom, you were with your brother at the moment because your parents are still at work. 3 more days before you’ll finally be discharge and another 3 days for you to rest at home before going back in action.

You went to the couch where your brother was peacefully sleeping, he’s pretty much also knocked out because of work. You don’t want to disturb him anymore, so you went outside to look around, it’s boring if you just stayed in your room. You found a large garden at the ground floor and went in there, the sunlight is illuminating the whole garden, it just rained a while ago so it looks like there are crystals glued to every plant and flower. All of it shines beautifully. The place looks like those beautiful sceneries in anime’s. Back then at that world everything looks cold, lifeless, almost looks like grey.

You went to the main spot of the garden, the wishing fountain. “Hey little train wait for me.. i was held in chains but now im free” you sang, you stare at your reflection from the water and tucked a strand behind your ear. “I’m hanging in there don’t you see?” out of nowhere, you heard someone whispered the lyrics, you got startled because of it and fell towards the fountain. What if it’s a ghost? You’re in a hospital after all.

“Oh my god i’m so sorry! here let me help you up”

“Good thing i have-- Jaemin?! wait, is that really you?” your eyes widen, you feel your heart beat faster and got goosebumps. He wasn’t wearing a hospital gown anymore, that means he got discharged before you did.

He giggled “why don’t you poke my cheeks again like you did last time?”

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dreaming-of-assclass · 3 years

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"ive never felt like this about anyone before!" with terasaka and nagisa?? (or just karmagisa if ur uncomfy with that! :>)

Pairing: Nagisa Shiota/Ryoma Terasaka

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 1,588

A/N: Aww this is a cute pairing! I decided to go the classic route of confessing with chocolates UwU. Also ft. BFF/wingwoman Kayano!! I really like the honest simplicity of Nagisa and Terasaka’s relationship, and I hope I conveyed that well.

Before joining 3-E, Nagisa never really thought of himself as unpredictable. He’d always been a simple guy, with not many quirks. Maybe a bit of a wallflower, even. He liked observing others and the nuances of human nature. He liked seeing how other people could be surprising.

But then 3-E happened, and he kept receiving constant praises of his “natural talents.” How stealthy he was, how he took down Takaoka, how he kept on shocking his classmates and teachers with his capriciousness, etc.

Nagisa couldn’t help but enjoy the attention, although he tried his best to hide it. But truth be told, he still saw himself as a simple person. And a part of him preferred it that way, seeking out some normalcy in the midst of his transformed life.

And now, as he stood in his kitchen, eyes wide at the countertop covered with a dozen different ingredients, he was wishing he’d been more unique after all.

Chocolates on Valentine’s Day? How unoriginal, he sighed internally.

Nagisa reached for his plain navy apron and looped it over his head, the fabric tickling his nose. He tied the straps behind him and took a deep breath, eyeing the gourmet bar of 80% cacao he’d purchased.

Before he could linger on his doubts and call off the entire thing, his best friend (and baking partner) returned from the bathroom. Kayano bounded into the kitchen with a grin on her face. “Sorry for making you wait, Nagisa. I just had to take care of a small hair emergency!”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Nagisa quickly reassured her with a smile. He glanced at her dark messy bun, fondly recalling the old quirky jade pigtails he’d grown used to for an entire year. “Thanks again for helping me out, Kayano.”

“Of course!” she replied, skillfully tying on her own butterscotch apron. “What are friends for, if not helping you make chocolates because you’re a hopeless mess in the kitchen?”

Nagisa laughed and stepped back to give her room as she started examining the ingredients. “Yeah, I would’ve destroyed my kitchen. Cooking is one thing, but I’m not good at baking...and I’ve never made chocolates before.”

“That’s fine. They’re pretty easy to make, once you get past the beginning,” Kayano assured him with a smile.

They fell into comfortable conversation as they worked through the recipe. Nagisa’s clumsy hands nearly made a few mistakes, but Kayano was quick to assist him. Eventually, they stood by and waited for the chocolate to melt over the stove, with Nagisa continuously stirring it.

“I really appreciate you helping me. Seriously, that’s so nice of you. Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

He paused then quickly fixed his words, stammering. “I-I mean, you can ask for anything at any time, of course! I just meant to return the favor, you know?”

Kayano laughed. “Relax, Nagisa. This is nothing compared to what an awesome friend you’ve been for me. You don’t owe me anything.”

He frowned slightly. “But…”

She hummed in thought. “I guess I am pretty curious to know who you’re giving them to, though? But only if you’re comfortable sharing!”

There was a brief silence, only the stirring of the liquid chocolate filling the air between them.

“Nagisa…?”

“Terasaka-kun.”

“Huh?”

He sighed with a smile. “I’m making these for Terasaka-kun.”

“Really?” Her eyes widened. “Aww!”

Nagisa winced at her high-pitched squeal then smiled at her acceptance. “You’re not surprised?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “You guys have always had a very sweet and trusting relationship.”

Nagisa felt his face heat up. “You think so?” he asked quietly, returning his gaze back to the pot.

“Yes, I do,” she smiled. “They say the best relationships always do come after one of you nearly blows the other up, anyways~”

He groaned as she laughed.

Another stretch of comfortable silence passed and soon, they were onto decorating the chocolates. Nagisa watched in awe as she delicately laced the top of the rich chocolates with a caramel icing.

Finally, it was his turn. He carefully made a tiny flower design with the hazelnut icing tube. “You know…” he began.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” he admitted quietly. “Making chocolates...confessing...I never acted on my feelings or was proactive.” Nagisa’s eyes were trained on what he was doing, but he could feel Kayano’s gaze on him.

“But...the way I feel about Terasaka-kun. With him. Around him…” A small smile etched onto his face. “It’s such an intense, engulfing feeling. But at the same time, it makes me feel lighter than air.”

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

The next day was Valentine’s Day, and Nagisa swore, he never heard his own heart beat so rapidly before in his whole life.

He had texted Terasaka that morning to meet up somewhere, under the context of borrowing a book. The five minutes in which he’d awaited a response were the most agonizing he’d ever felt. Was he being too obvious? Terasaka responded positively though, with a short “yeah ofc. see u later.” Nagisa had fallen out of his bed in relief.

Now he was standing outside the local library, clutching onto his schoolbag. He was still in his uniform, and he bet Terasaka would be as well since school hours had just ended.

Valentine’s Day had been uneventful for the most part. He’d gotten friendship chocolates from most of the girls in his class, a completely platonic gesture. Nagisa made a mental note of who he would give gifts to on White Day, to return such a kind gesture. Outside of that, he’d just watched in amusement at some of the antics going on around him. Chocolates being given by the hundreds to popular boys, confessions going wildly wrong and descending into chaos, fangirls, all the like.

“Yo!” His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. Nagisa jolted up at the sight of Terasaka making his way towards him. The object of his affection was uniform-clad in a rather neat manner, with his school bag slung over his shoulder, wearing a fond grin once his eyes locked with Nagisa’s.

Nagisa felt his stomach tighten, as if a bunch of knots were tied inside. This is it… “Hey,” he greeted with a smile, waving to the taller boy. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” Terasaka replied warmly, slowing to a stop a couple feet in front of him. “How’s this crappy holiday been for ya?”

“Heh, pretty boring,” Nagisa chuckled. “Like always, I just get friendship chocolates from the girls in my class.”

“Really? That’s still cool.”

Nagisa hummed. “What about you?” He asked, instantly dreading the answer.

Terasaka laughed lightly. “I got some from the squad as a joke, and I’m completely fine with that.”

“Oh, haha.” Nagisa felt a weight lift off his chest at the response, and his grip tightened on his bag.

Terasaka frowned slightly at him. “You okay? You’re acting a little weird.”

Now? Nagisa questioned himself. Now feels right…

Finally making his resolve, Nagisa chose not to answer verbally. Instead, he quickly opened his bag and pulled out the decorated box. He opted to go simple, rather than the ornate boxes he’d seen people give. It was a small square shape in a deep crimson color, topped by a golden bow.

“Terasaka-kun…” Nagisa let out a sharp breath he was unaware he’d been holding. He lifted his gaze to meet Terasaka’s, and offered him a genuine smile.

“I really like you. And I made you these chocolates.” He extended his hand holding the box. “Will you go out with me?”

A tiny part of Nagisa’s mind, within his conscious, was blown away at his actions. He was seriously confessing to his crush. With homemade chocolates. Is this for real?

But Nagisa was nothing if not honest. And that extended to even himself.

A second had passed and Terasaka gently took the chocolates from him, a warm look in his eyes that made Nagisa melt just a little. His lips were curved into a rare smile of faded surprise and contentment.

Finally he spoke, his voice like honey, full of affection. “Of course I’ll go out with you, stupid. I like you too.”

Nagisa’s chest swelled with joy. He smiled stronger than he ever had before, a rush of emotion passing through him.

Terasaka’s attention had shifted to the box in his large hands, and he tugged the bow off. “You made these yourself?” He sounded curious.

“Yes...but with a lot of help from Kayano,” Nagisa admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his short hair.

Terasaka laughed as he opened it, picking up the one that Nagisa had decorated with a flower. “They look awesome.” He plucked it into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. His eyes soon lit up. “Woah, they taste great too!”

“Really?!” Nagisa asked excitedly, feeling a bit of pride.

“For sure.” Terasaka nodded with a grin that soon turned shy. He averted his gaze slightly, his face pink. “Thanks for making these for me…”

“I’m glad you like them,” Nagisa said somewhat absentmindedly, his attention focused on how cute Terasaka’s shy smile was.

His thoughts were interrupted by Terasaka suddenly leaning in closer. “Wait uh…” His crush’s face reddened even more. “...Can I kiss you?”

Nagisa felt his own face flush as he nodded.

The kiss was simple and sweet, yet filled with strong genuine emotions. It was almost like a representative of their bond.

And Nagisa wouldn’t have it any other way.

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #writing #ryoma terasaka #nagisa shiota #I’d really appreciate feedback pls 🥺#this is like the first time I’ve written Nagisa’s perspective in depth #and I have a much better grasp of his character now but I’m still not totally confident haha #anyways hope you enjoy 💖#this was very fun to write

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mimiri22-6 · 3 years

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I really need to get back into watching the streams I miss (which is all of them) because

I JUST WATCHED FUNDY'S MIND STREAM AND I AM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!

SO MUCH! JUST SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!

IS THAT BLACK FIGURE WHAT A DREAMON LOOKS LIKE? IT WAS BAD'S SKIN, BUT IN ALL BLACK! IS THE EGG THE FORM OF A FUCKING DREAMON?!

I was just thinking about all the strings connecting all the plotlines on the SMP and they all come back to the Dreamon, The Egg, and memory stuff. and now more recently Dream XD. With the whole dreams having consequences-OH MY FUCK I JUST REMEMBERED TOMMY SLEEPWALKING INTO THE OCEAN WHILE IN EXILE! THERE'S SOMETHING THERE I TELL YOU *insert red yarn insane person here*-in the real world thing, That's Dream XD's THING rn with George(once again, this is the only stream with lore that I've watched in full in-god A Fucking While, I don't even know how long, so all my info is second hand). I was Just thinking about all of this and how it all connects at lunch earlier so everything I've been internally freaking about is kind of fresh in my mind.

I could go one for days and days and paragraphs and paragraphs of the hints connecting things back together.

the black figure looks like bad

the Inbetween looks like all the colors have been sucked from it, like what the egg does to red, making the Inbetween formally red tinted

Dreamon? Black(If that was a dreamon). Everything the egg touches? Sucks the red away and inverts color pallets...tho I think that hasn't been a thing for a while now and it just sucks away red and/or makes something on the infected red

Dream and Dream XD are somehow the same entity????? From what I've heard(guys, I've never even watched more than like 2 of Gogy's videos. Help) BUT I'M NOT GOING TO PAY ATTENTION TO THAT RN!

Dream XD is a god of dreams or some shit seeing as he can give George items in his dream curse thingy fuck shit going on (AAAAAAAAA I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST DAMN LORE STREAM I WAS A PART OF)

Fundy Apparently can predict the future because of his dreams, which I Do Not like the implications of the ending of the Mind stream with this information

Ranboo has been sleepwalking for fuck knows how long

TOMMY was Trying to sleepwalk to his death, I do not like to think about Tommy dreaming of dying constantly. I Could Not watch exile streams I felt like throwing up from uncomfyness, IN HIS DREAMS. Our boy was having Nightmares, or daydreams because of his mental state back then, about Drowning Himself, AND THEN HE WAS WAKING UP DROWNING! COWINCIDENCE?! I THINK NOT!

Let's take note of the people I have at least one shred of evidance that may be possessed by A dreamon Or the Same dreamon that can just possess more than one person(....ooh I could So see how that would work)

Dream. This is a main one, he's the first instance we have of dreamon possession. It just makes sense and there are still people that believe the ritual didn't work before and the dreamon either just stayed or that the ritual killed Dream and Not the evil dreamon and that's why dream has been so off. BUT ALSO Dream's Fucked up motivations and acts can beg to differ on that part

Bad. Another obvious one. Now you might say that he's already slightly possessed by The Egg, BUT who's to say the egg isn't a form of a dreamon. When Fundy cam back after "4 years" he was inroduced to the egg and he was Freaking The Fuck Out and calling it a dreamon and being Extremely worried about touching it. I don't see many people bringing this back to the table. FUNDY CALLED THE EGG A DREAMON. Bad AND ANT, PUNZ, AND PONK(is Hannah still influenced by the egg??? I'm so far from the loop it's not even funny) are at least influenced by it. Now I would also say Maybe Sam is possessed too, BUT he is shown to still be against the egg even though the Ponk situation was a personal issue(as far as I know. Dear fucking god I am Fucked all behind...)

(I keep switching between the egg is a dreamon and the egg and the dreamon are opposites. I Can Not keep my thoughts straight(In more ways then one, haha, *wink wonk*))

3. Eret, Puffy, and Ranboo. All for the same reason. From what I've heard, Eret now has memory issues as well(THAT'S RIGHT! The last lore stream I watched, not live, was Puffy's stream where she found her ship!). If there's one person with memory issues on the SMP? Ok that seems reasonable. A Second person has memory problems on this SMP? Weird that it happened twice but ok. A THIRD person has amnesia?!?!! Ok! What The Fuck Is Officially HAPPENING?! Ranboo goes into dissociative states and commits war crimes, who's to say Puffy and Eret won't start doing that/have already been doing that? Ranboo has some kind of connection to Dream. Puffy got attached to Dream. Eret took the crown because Dream offered it(it's such a weird feeling know now that "It was never meant to be" was an apology).

4. OH HELL I FORGOT ABOUT THE GHOSTS! WHAT ARE THEY?! They SAY, well Ghostbur at least, that they're Not their alive selves and their actions back that up. They are not the souls of those that they take form of and they don't have all their memories, seeing how Glatt avoids topics it's safe to assume he is missing at least Some memories, BUT also they act and function differently to one another. Glatt can fly, Ghostbur can not. Glatt claims to be Jschlatt, Ghostbur does not claim to be Wilbur. Just A Lot does not add up. Once again I have not been watching vods nor streams so everyone saying Ghostbur is acting weird, just sound like the people that kept saying Ghostbur remembers more than he let on to me. Idk, I don't think Ghostbur nor Glatt are nefarious in any way, but hey, with this SMP expect the worst.

5. .............I could have sworn I had more to say/write, but it's late now and I've been writing this for....over 3 hours now sooooo Imma stop because I'm all out of theory/info dump juices. I might come back to this post to list off more potential dreamons idk

......now I'm going to watch more dimention 20 because idk I want to.

Edit:

OH MY FUCK HOW COULD I FORGET

6. FUNDY. Ok so this one is more recent and 100% because of the mind stream. Fundy is dreaming in the stream, it starts off in a Dream XD type situation, I presume, BUT with the introduction of the dark figure we can assume that going to far into your dreams/subconscious summons a dreamon to try and possess you if you don't "sleep", aka wake up, fast enough. Meaning that Fundy, as a dreamon hunter, would know this and while dreaming you forget some things. You're dumber in your dreams it's just fact, not all of you is there. SO the books were his conscious trying to get him to stop because he knew he would be weak to possession by continuing to go down the rabbit hole. Fundy may be possessed by a dreamon now, depending on if he was successful in waking up.

Meaning now, we could only have two dreamon hunters left, Tubbo and Sapnap(as far as I know I keep planning on watching the second dreamon stream, but just haven't gotten around to it...again). Once again, I'm pretty sure I had someone else in mind for possession, but I panicked and wrote this as fast as I could. Meaning I have no other thoughts rn, head empty.

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squishycalumxo · 4 years

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Pinky promise. Ravenclaw!Calum X Hufflepuff!reader

Summary: ravenclaw Calum asks hufflepuff reader on a date and of course she says yes

“Hey Y/N/N” you hear a pair of familiar voices say from behind you. Before you can answer, two arms are thrown over your shoulders. One on either side. You instantly recognize them to be your best friends since diapers the Weasley twins.

“Hiya Freddie!” you exclaim planting a friendly kiss to Fred's cheek. “Hiya Georgie!” you add planting another friendly kiss to Georges cheek. they both wipe their cheeks in disgust.

“Ew” they say, causing you to push them both off of you.

“Fuck off” you say with a laugh. You're always laughing around your boys

“Hey you know that Calum kid that you're always talking about?” Fred asks

“Yeah why?” you say

“Well he told us that he needs to talk to you… alone” George says wiggling his ginger eyebrows

“Haha very funny” you say sarcastically.

“No, we're serious.” they say with a straight face in unison. You stick your pinky finger out in offerance.

“Pinky Promise?” you ask your friends

“Pinky promise.” they say back sticking their pinky fingers out and locking them around yours.

“Alright then, where is he?” you question reluctantly.

“He said he’d meet you outside the great hall” George says waggling his stupid eyebrows. Fred pushes you in the direction of the staircase leading down to the great hall.

“Alright but if I find out this is a prank I'm gonna cry” you say with a laugh at the end so that the passing Slytherins don't make fun of you. In all reality you are completely serious. If they are pulling one of their pranks you will cry. They know that. they don't like making you cry so you think that they are telling the truth.

You finally make it down all the stairs to see your crush, Calum Hood, leaning against the wall, one of his long legs bent at the knee and also against the wall. He looks so handsome. Without even trying. His ash wood wand twirling effortlessly in between his fingers as he looks down at his feet. His dark curls falling over his brown eyes. You wonder what he's thinking about. He looks up from his feet to see you walking towards him. His face lights up. The corners of his mouth turn up into a bright smile causing the outer corners of his eyes to crinkle up. He's so beautiful.

“Hey” you say nervously twirling your Y/H/C hair around your pointer finger.

“Hey Y/N” he says, his smile getting impossibly bigger. He almost flings himself off the wall stumbling a little bit with a laugh. “How are you?” he asks, trying to small talk a little bit.

“I'm great especially now that i get to see you” you flirt at Calum trying to get him to cut to the chase.

“Um I'm wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? We could go to The Three Broomsticks and get butterbeer and then we can go to Zoinkos” he says starting to ramble towards the end.

“Of course I'd love to go to Hogsmeade with you Calum” you say kissing his squishy cheek. His face blushes a deep crimson and he smiles his usual adorable smile.

“Great!” he says happily bouncing on the balls of his feet. With a huge smile on his face. “I'll see you then!” he says taking your small hand into his large one and kissing your knuckles

“I'll see you then” you say with a matching smile and the addition of a deep blush on your face.

“You know what. I'll walk you to class.” he says, taking your arm and looping it with his sweetly. We walk towards the divination tower and when we get through the trapdoor we split our separate ways. I go sit next to Fred and George and he goes and sits next to his 3 friends. I recognize 2 of them as the other Ravenclaw keeper alongside Calum. I think his name is Michael. The other one I recognize is Ashton Irwin. He's the Prefect this year for Hufflepuff. The 3rd is a Gryffindor boy. I just don't know his name.

“So what did he want?” George says putting his head in his hand. And looking at you dreamily.

“Oh nothing…” you trail off acting disappointed making the boys look disappointed as well “he just asked me on a date tomorrow at Hogsmeade” you exclaim quietly making the boys high five you and each other.

“Bloody hell George, our best friend is finally going on a date” Fred says to George

“Oi fuck off, I've been on plenty of dates” you say completely lying. They both look at you judgingly. “Fine, I've been on one date” you say, holding your hands in the air in surrender. They both laugh at you the one date was with their older brother Percy and after the date you realized that he was completely boring. They know about this. They just wanted me to go on a date. They tried to get me to go out with Charlie but I said no and that he was too old so I went with Percy instead.

Luckily this is my last period. So I go straight to my common room and study for a bit and then I go eat dinner. I sit next to Cedric.

“Hey Y/N” Cedric says throwing one of his arms around your shoulders in a friendly way

“Hey Cedric” you say giving him a big smile “I'm going on a date tomorrow” you squeal booking up at your friend

“With who? The Ravenclaw keeper?” he asks you just nod and he claps his hands you look up and see Calum looking over in your direction. You smile at him and he smiles and waves at you.

“yup I'm super exited” you say happily.

once the day is over you go to bed with a smile on your face in pure excitement for the next day.

Hogwarts!Calum Masterlist

#harry potter #hufflepuff #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #cedric diggory #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george weasley #5sos #calum hood imagine #calum fic #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sauce #calum imagine #calumthomashood #calum 5sos

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ch4nb4ng · 4 years

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okay so can i request dom hyunjin where he’s the smartest kid in class but also like sexy bad/boy type and he has liked u for so long bc you’re to yourself and have a “idc” attitude.. basically he becomes your tutor and u play hard to get and it’s basically like fighting for dominance, but you lose in the end... haha also he’s still dom but very desperate for how long he’s been wanting to fuck i okay i’m done

[3:35]

“Okay so the homework is to read chapter 5. hyunjin and y/n, please stay back. class dismissed.”

Rolling your eyes, you checked your nails, completely unfazed at the sound of heavy chains clicking in the seat next to you.

“so y/n,” your teacher began, “your grades are good, but, if you want that scholarship, they need to improve.”

“Okay that’s fine, but why is he here?”

Your turned to face him, closing your eyes in annoyance at the smug look plastered across his face.

“Well, you need a tutor, and Hyunjin does have the best grades. He was also very willing to do so.”

Scrolling through your phone, you couldn’t care less.

“Okay whatever.”

You sighed. The reputation he had around the school was terrible. He was the typical ‘bad boy’, covered in piercings and tattoos everywhere. Every time you heard him speak you just felt disgust. You repulsed him.

Your teacher shrugged at your nonchalant attitude, before leaving the room. Grabbing his chair, Hyunjin span it around and sat on it backwards, inches away from your desk, all his attention focused on you.

“We are gonna have so much fun sweetheart.”

“Please,” you huffed, picking up your bag, “I'll just come to yours after school do we can get this over and done with.”

Taking his lip ring between his teeth, he looked you up and down, smirk still evident on his face.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. I’ll see you then.”

***

Knocking on the door, you waited. 1, 2, 5, 10 minutes for someone to open the door. Frustration increasing, you checked the knob of Hyunjin’s front door, unsurprisingly unlocked as you let yourself in.

“Hyunjin?”

You called out a couple of times no answer. Seeing the kitchen, you grabbed a glass from the dish rack, filling yourself a glass of water before taking a seat on the couch. Patiently waiting, you took your phone out of your bag, scrolling through your unread messages.

y/n friend name: good luck tonight babe. I know you’ll smash it, if u know what I mean ;)

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes, impatience increasing the longer he made you wait. He was so keen to help you, yethis actions made that unclear. He was definitely living up to his reputation of being an asshole, and it was definitely rubbing you the wrong way.

“Y/n.”

You heard a distant voice that seemed to be coming from what seemed to be down the hall. Getting up, you skeptically drifted towards the door.

“Y/n.”

Was that a moan? You shook your head, barging through the door. Jaw dropping to the floor, your stomach turned into a knot as you saw Hyunjin standing there, dick in his hand, continuously murmuring your name.

“Hyunjin?”

Opening his eyes, a high pitch scream came from his mouth as he fell off his bed.

“Y/n,” he stuttered, quickly doing up his pants, a hand smoothly running through his hair, “you’re early.”

“I’m on time?”

“Oh,” he chuckled, checking his phone, “you are.”

“Look,” you huffed, “I just came here because I want to get my grades up. I’m just gonna act like I didn’t hear that.”

“bet it turned you on though,” hyunjin winked, licking his lips, “didn’t it?”

heavily sighing, you ignored his sarcastic remark dropping your books on his desk and sitting in his chair, waiting for him to join you. Opening the homework pages, you were distracted, suddenly noticing how close he was to you. The temperature of your body was slowly rising at his proximity. Shrugging it off, you shook your head, making sure to pay extra attention to your text.

“So,” Hyunjin began, “if she reacted in that way because he was with someone else, what is the text trying to say?”

You jumped a little at the sudden touch of his fingertips spread across your thigh.

“Well, it’s um, um, a symbolisation,” you stuttered, making Hyunjin’s lips turn upward, “She was jealous because she knew she wouldn’t do the same thing he would do for her.”

Biting down on his bottom lip, Hyunjin smiled, pressing a light squeeze to your thigh.

“Good work. Let’s have a 5 minute break.”

Nodding, you grabbed your glass of water, laying on his bead as you scrolled your phone.

“You’re always on that damn phone?”

“Wow didn’t know I had two dads.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.”

Beginning to blush, you grabbed his arm, punching him in the shoulder.

“Shut up,” you snapped, causing Hyunjin to laugh.

“I’m just joking baby, lighten up, huh?”

Rolling your eyes once more, you sat back in the chair.

“Can we just focus on studying please.”

“You want to focus on studying. Okay then picture this. In the novel, John is having constant sexual dreams about Jane. All of Jane’s friends think that John is perfect for her, as well as being attractive,” he payed, “Stand up.”

He stood there, waiting for you to do what he said. Why were you doing it?

“The problem is, John’s reputation is, not the best. All of her friends tell her to go for it, but her indifferent attitude gets in the way.”

Pausing once more, Hyunjin walks closer to you, standing over your figure. Feeling intimidated, you sat down.

“Jane pays absolutely no attention to John because of said reputation, but John is crazy about Jane. Every person who reads this novel can see it. Her friends can see it. The teachers see it. Everyone, except for Jane, can see that I’m crazy about you.”

You sucked in harshly, feeling Hyunjin’s push you down, arms pinned above your head as he continued to explain what you thought was the novel.

“Wait,” you puzzled, “why did you change that last sentence to being in first person?”

Lifting his arms up, he took off his shirt, hovering over you, foreheads touching as he began to whisper, “Usually I would drag this out, but I can take this anymore.”

Nothing else to say, you grabbed his fully inked neck, pushing his lips down onto yours. Moaning instantly, you enjoyed the feeling of Hyunjin’s now hard on beginning to push into you, tongue grazing against yours as his hands roamed your body, reaching your chest.

Disconnecting his lips, he kissed your cheek, making a trail all the way down to your neck.

“I wasn’t talking about Jane from the novel,” he breathed in between kisses “I was talking about you.”

Usually it would tickle, but it almost felt like you were being electrocuted each time his lips subtlety made contact with your skin. Sitting up, you lifted your arms, letting him take off your shirt and discard it to the corner of his room. You thank yourself quietly for wearing no bra. Hyunjin’s mouth watered at the sight. Licking his lips, he enjoyed how your nipples felt under his pads, rapidly hardening at his touch. You huffed, slightly annoyed at how easily he could turn you on. Lowering himself, he pressed a gentle kiss to your breast, before taking one in his mouth, earning a soft groan from you. Seeing the tie on his sweatpants, you grabbed the loop, pulling on it to let them loosen, boxers slightly peeking through.

“Just take them off,” Hyunjin growled. Your face expressed confusion at how eager he was.

“Come on Hyunjin,” you teased, sliding your hand into his pants, palming his boxer covered member, “are you that easy?”

“No,” he mocked, “but you are.”

Unsure what he meant, you squealed as he grabbed your sides, flipping you to be on top of him. Wiggling off your panties, he followed, making him completely naked. Laying on top of him, you left your own trail of kisses, enjoying watching Hyunjins squirm under you. Sliding down his body, you sat on top of him, clit gently rubbing over his tip.

“Oh baby,” he groaned, looking up at you, “that feels so fucking good when you do that.”

“Oh I bet it does, my baby boy?”

“Baby boy?”

He looked up at you, completely offended by your statement.

“Oh sweetheart, you are in for a big one if you think I’m your baby boy.”

“Well why dont you stop being one and fucking show me?”

Hyunjin closed his eyes, but once they opened, they were burning with flames. Almost like you flicked a switch in him. Grabbing himself, he wasted no time lining up with your entrance, before slamming into you raw, making your back completely arch. Anger coursing through his blood, he fiercely gripped onto your sides, marks of purple already rising as he vigorously thrusted his hips into you.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, leaning on his chest.

“Is this what you wanted, huh baby? Am I still your baby boy now?”

You didn’t reply to him, doing nothing but making him angry. Taking one of the hands placed on your sides, hands circling your ass before heavily slapping you, making you groan.

“Answer me.”

“No Hyunjin,” you whined, slightly beginning to move your hips with his rhythm, “you aren’t my baby boy, I’m your baby girl.”

“Tell me how much you love my cock while bouncing on it.”

Throwing his hands behind his back, his tongue ring came between his teeth, enjoying the view of you struggling to maintain a competent rhythm, losing yourself to the pleasure of him inside of you.

“God your cock is so big inside of me,” you moan, “I’m such a slut for you cock.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

The look on his face was softening every second. His facade of dominance slowly disappearing.

“Are you close Hyunjin?”

“I am,” he groaned, “but not as close as you will be.”

You moaned his name loudly as he began to intensely flick your clit, shivers creeping down your spine.

“Yeah that’s right baby girl. Say my name as you ride my cock like that.”

“Hyunjin please,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me then princess.”

Your jaw opened wide as a sky full of stars clouded your vision. You could feel his warm spurts filling you in the back of your head, but that was nothing as your vision went back, body contorting back and forth as he mercilessly continued to rub your clit. Grabbing his wrist, you told him to stop, before rolling beside him. Giving him a quick kiss, you looked at his body, tracing the tattoos that covered his skin.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this to happen.”

“Oh don't worry I could tell when I heard you jerking off about me.”

Play pushing you off the bed, you smiled, seeing a whole new side of Hyunjin that you didn’t even know existed. Grabbing your clothes, you began to dress yourself and pack your bags. Turning at the door frame, you looked back at him.

“Same time in a couple of days?”

“Hell no” he snapped, “tomorrow.”

#stray kids #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut

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therem-harth · 3 years

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h h hewwo owoo 22 / 23 / 29 / 31 / 34 / 50 / 58 / 61 / 88 in any order, and u can also just. pick only those that u want :3

hhhh-ewwwo? I did say I wanted to chat and I desperately do not want to do work or studies so buckle in for a long post (derogatory). 22. role model? Oh man, I don’t think I have any, like, specific ones for entire things, though I do fall in my hero-worship phaes and then fall out of them like everyone else. I think that taking an entire person and being like I wanna be like them is... not for me though. But I do look up to some people for specific things - I look up to, weirdly enough, Abigail Phylosohpytube who I didn’t watch before her coming out for her graceful coming out video though she admits that the experience wasn’t obviously as smooth. I look up to lots and lots of people for their ability to create and their art (not gonna tag my fav artists bc am tiny and do not want people to look at me, but i do be reblogging). I look up to people like ConcernedApe Stardewvalley and Supergiantgames Hades for their ability to put so much soul in their work, smth I aspire to do. I look up to @not-poignant for, among other things, their idk how to say it best, wisdom in understanding and communicating with others and with myself? I’ve learned a lot by just sort of being in their periphery and seeing how they articulate their thoughts and choose to be kind and witness other’s pain. Hell, I look up to twitch streamers and youtubers sometimes (the recent nice trait I’d like to have if I ever went into bigger content production is how ibxtoycat deals with parasocial relationship realities). 23. strange habits? Hm. I don’t think drinking tea whenever I need a pick-me-up is strange, that’s just probably forcefully assigning a British nationality to me. I think my insistence on misspelling words in a way I think is lowkey funny might be one, I say thamks bc it feels softer, or thank bc it’s funny, I say sleeb, I say finkers or tryink or otherwise replace g with k for lulz. I also don’t know if it counts as a habit but I have a small leather band around my wrist that’s been there for a year soon. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I probs have like, stranger habits but I can’t recall rn. 29. best way to bond with you? Hmm. Well, if you show initiative and are explicit about wanting to spend time with me, that’s already a big chance of me spending time with you. And then if our interests match and I don’t think that you’re like, young in a way that automatically puts me in a position where I don’t feel comfortable really being myself around you bc in my head I have to look out for you (it has happened with two of my friends, sigh), and we regularly spend time together, voila, friend acquired. It simultaneously doesn’t take much and takes a bit to be my friend and bond with me - it’s easy af to become a casual friend cuz I’m always open to new people, but there has to be a level of trust to become like, a close friend. Respecting my boundaries, talking shit with me, being explicitly committal about wanting to bond with me are big steps that way. 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Uh, I don’t do neither, but a current fave that is reasonably badass is my black tshirt with like, a ritual circle and a deer skull. V edgy, 10/10. I also used to have like a real edgy tshirt with a jester and some dice that said the game of life, but I threw it out bc dysphoria. or maybe I put it at the back of my closet along with one other shirt In Case I Get Top Surgery so I can wear them then. 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Many, such is the nature of advertising, alas. I have managed to avoid most of it tbh though, so the only place I am forced to sit through ads so they stick is my scrabble capitalist nightmare app where I play and always beat haha my coursemate. And they have adds for those shitty apps where you have to solve a puzzle that ends up failing in the add and like, drenching a man in green goo. I find those kinda fascinating tbh. Who plays these games? Who plays these shitty shitty games whose ad has to be “prove your IQ“ to make you want to prove yourself to play them? Oh and also, the insidious nature of ads in media I consume - the mcelroys have gotten me informed about many many things bc they do it in a funny way. Have you heard about squarespace? What about meundies? I also literally installed honey yesterday that I knew abt bc of the relentless adds and I wanted to save, uh, 2.50 from my minecraft server purchase (and then spent some time googling how they make money before giving up. just say u sell my data, that’s easier than not knowing what part of this makes you money). I was tired and in a weird mood, ok. 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? It’s always the stupidest jokes, what matters more is laughing together with someone and getting caught in a laughing loop. I still remember laughing with my siblings until our stomachs really really hurt bc I think one of us said a rug was vomit-colored and it was funny in the moment. How many times have I laughed like that with you too, vit. I know that Laura’s one is nostrilatu, right? :D :D It’s just something that catches you off guard, I think.

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Oh shid. Hm. 1) My ability to analyze data and understand the basic building blocks of something. Makes me cool at studying and sexy at explaining things to my course-mates. 2) Not a talent more like a skill that I’ve worked hard on through therapy - but my inner positive voice/healthy parent is very strong and automatic (something I was sure would never happen). A good example is me going out for a walk, my phone dying so I can’t listen to music, when I went in my head “well I can always make music in my head. do-do-do *drum sound*“ and I could feel the wave of self-reprimand cresting but before I could actually hear any negative comments the positive voice said with a light of a thousand suns NO THAT IS ACTUALLY CUTE AND SEXY and just haaaaaaah. 3) I sing good. Need to sing more. 4) I think I’m good at making conversation. Even with people I don’t necessarily like or want to talk to. More of a skill again but whatever. 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Do not come to me and ask for favorites, witch. Uh, I have some quotes in my notes app, like 7 from Pia’s writing :D. But imma go with “It’s a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world“ by Mary Oliver. It counts, ok. Or, wait, something I will for real one day either crosstitch of commission shitpostcalligrapher: “t’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. “What are we holding onto Sam?” “There’s good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.“” 88. your greatest wish? Hrm. Right now? To have like a couple days with no responsibilities and without the outside world bearing on me as heavily, to be tiny tiny tiny so I’m invisible and can drink tiny tea on a tiny leaf. Uh, in general? My recently formulated wish or a goal is stability/peace. Then everything else becomes ok because you can bounce back to stable ground between feeling shit or everything happening so much. And I’ve sort of reached that. Also like, half a million euros would be nice too so I can get a house and a car and go on a few trips abroad. :D // there’s two ask memes in my blog recently, go wild

#long post #derogatory #personal #i think the wish to be tiny was there more last week #now i just wanna have nice things and fun and a bit of rest but am otherwise less overwhelmed #also hey. talks #chats

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rainandhotchocolate · 4 years

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Room of Requirement - The morning after

A/N Here’s another cause I’m behind haha SORRY anyways here’s the morning after from the room of req fic for @siriuslyjanhvi <3 <3

Y/N rolled over, stretching out her shoulder which had been tucked awkwardly across her side, Sirius arm covering it, his hand stretched along her waist. She blinked her eyes open, the soft light of the candles still flickering in the room, the lack of windows making her feel oddly confused about the time of day.

“Sirius,” Y/N murmured, moving herself so she was face to face with sleepy Sirius. His mouth moved open and closed a few times as he woke up, snuggling into her softly.

“What,” He yawned, running a hand through his hair. Y/N felt a little ball of warmth sitting in her stomach as she watched him, his eyes finding their way to hers.

“What time is it, do you know?” She pulled herself up slightly and lay her head on the corner of the couch to try and wake herself up a bit.

“When did we fall asleep?” Sirius mumbled, sliding upright and looking for his watch that he tossed off last night. It was across his clothes on the floor, gleaming gold, and Y/N watched the muscles across his back flex as he reached over and picked it up.

“Fuck!” He jumped up quickly, grabbing at his clothes and throwing Y/N’s towards her face.

“What, what!” Y/N caught them just in time, stumbling off the couch and staring at him, confused.

“It’s 9am, we were meant to meet everyone for breakfast.”

“Shit,” Y/N swore, pulling on her skirt and jumper as quick as she could, searching for her underwear that Sirius had thrown off her the night before.

“Ok, ready?” Sirius held out a hand for Y/N.

“Oh no wait!”

“What?” Sirius looked alarmed but Y/N leaned in quickly and kissed him.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merlin nearly give me a heart attack why don’t you,” Sirius breathed out a laugh, taking hold of her hand. “Merry Christmas.”

They ran across the stone floor, passing numerous paintings that screamed Merry Christmas out to them, clearly already drunk. The Fat Lady was singing Jingle Bells very loudly with her friend, Violet, with tinsel covering every inch of the Portrait.

“Password,” She sang, equally as loudly, swaying dangerously into the table beside her.

“Yuletide” Sirius breathed, huffing loudly from their sprint down the corridor.

“And a Merry one at that!”

The couple pushed open the door and rushed into the Common Room. They were met with four very withering looks.

“And where did you two sneak off to huh?” James raised an eyebrow at them, leaning against the couch with his arms around Lily’s shoulders.

“We just, uh, fell asleep, sorry we’re late-“

“Fell asleep huh!” James shook his head, tutting. “Does anyone hear believe that?”

A chorus of ‘nope’, ‘not even a little bit’ followed James’ attempt at authority. Y/N felt her face begin to flush at the stares, particularly Lily who was smirking at Y/N directly.

“Can we just get to breakfast?” Sirius sounded equally as flustered, glaring at James who was still tutting obnoxiously.

“We may, if I can hear an apology for ruining my meticulous plans.” Remus was holding back a smile, but gave them an equally scornful expression.

“We are sorry for ruining your very much non-existent plans past meeting for breakfast and presents at the same time.” Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus.

“And I expect an apology for the sexual relations on the night before Christmas,” James continued, earning a collective sigh from the rest of the group, Lily, Remus, and Peter standing up to join Sirius and Y/N and head to the large Christmas Tree where piles of presents were sitting underneath.

“Come on it’s a holy day!” James called after them, running after them, clapping his hands onto Sirius’ back. “Ok, I’ll forgive you, if you promise to help me prank Dumbledore, I want to give him a final present for when we leave.”

“I’m offended that you thought I was ever going to not do that,” Sirius placed a hand over his heart.

They all sat around the tree, Remus grinning at all of them as he set him self up as self-proclaimed present giver.

“Alright, who is up first!”

James and Sirius both yelled “me” almost immediately, so naturally he gave presents to Lily and Peter first. They spent the next hour unwrapping gifts, a mound of torn paper piling in the corner of the room. Given that none of them had jobs, and were incredibly broke (except James, but he was pretending for the holidays), they’d all vowed to just give each other something cheap or handmade. Lily had knitted everyone jumpers that had rude versions of their names on them (James’ was great fuck), Remus bought huge blocks of chocolate and fudge from Honeydukes in everyone’s favourite flavours, Peter had bought animal plush toys that danced when you squeezed them for each person (given that Lily and Y/N weren’t Animagus, they received a giraffe and sloth respectively), James bought different books (For Remus, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them with the page on Werewolves completely scribbled out and rewritten by James and Sirius), Sirius had charmed gold rings to burn when someone they didn’t like was around (namely, Snape), and Y/N had drawn on packs of exploding snap to make them relevant to each persons life (Lily’s had moving pictures of a large Lily, books, and hair dye because she managed to put pink dye in the boys shampoo and conditioner bottles).

Sirius had pulled Y/N in towards his lap, holding his arms around her waist as she bit down on the fudge. Lily was giggling at her exploding snap with James, Remus and Peter pulling on the oversized jumpers. James’ stomach rumbled loudly, making Lily laugh.

“I think it’s likely time for Christmas Lunch.” Peter smiled, clearly having been waiting for the opportunity to bring up food.

“Yes please,” Y/N could feel her mouth drooling at the thought of turkey and potatoes. The Marauders, Lily and Y/N stood up, moving the presents over towards the couch for later and heading towards the Portrait Hole.

The Great Hall was set up with only one table along the centre of the room, all others standing on the side of the room, including the teachers table. There was twelve huge Christmas trees covering the room, each decorated perfectly in different house colours, tinsel looped across the walls.

There was a mix of students sitting at the table, a couple of Hufflepuffs, one or two Slytherins, and now the group of Gryffindors entering boisterously. The teachers were sitting throughout the table too, clearly having been told to mix themselves up but were still talking to each other from across each end. Dumbledore was making small talk with a young Hufflepuff who clearly looked incredibly uncomfortable.

The Marauders sat towards the middle of the table, Lily making a point to sit on the other side and dragging Y/N with her so that they weren’t all awkwardly on the one side.

“Ahh, Merry Christmas Gryffindors,” Dumbledore turned to greet them, giving them a wide smile.

“Merry Christmas dear Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,” Sirius nodded an imaginary hat towards Dumbledore who had a twinkle in his eye.

“I see you’ve done your research.” He raised a glass, “I think we have everyone now if you’d like to all join me in a toast.”

Everyone around the table raised their mixed glasses and turned towards him.

“May you all eat until you are ready to burst and get the presents you were unsure you wanted but secretly needed.”

“Hear, hear!” James and Sirius called out loudly as the loud clinks of glasses hitting each other echoed across the room.

“Now, let’s eat.”

As he spoke the words food appeared on the golden platters sitting in front of them, along with golden Christmas crackers sitting between each setting. A large turkey and glazed ham sat in the middle, plates of roasted potatoes and vegetables sitting in large ornate bowls along the centre of the table.

Everyone began digging in enthusiastically, Y/N included. She felt a hand slide against her leg, squeezing it slightly and turned to see Sirius smiling at her.

“Having a good day, love?”

“Better now,” She smiled up at him, leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Can’t wait to spend many more with you,” Sirius murmured, so quiet that Y/N wasn’t sure if he wanted her to hear it so she didn’t reply but leaned her head against his shoulder. A lifetimes worth of Christmases, she thought.

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Freddy Krueger x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Mr Krueger.

Note: EverythingsFine!AU. Freddy isn’t a pedophile or a killer or a demon. But he is divorced and you’re legal(24, to be safe).

Plot: Basically, you had a crush on your best friends father when you were 17, and 7 years later you’re over it… but will it come back with a passion when he develops certain feelings for the new, adult you?

A mix of humour, creepiness and scandal.

Warnings: Some course and suggestive language. But nothing too bad, haha.

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“Honey, I’m home!~” I call, unlocking the front door to Kathy’s apartment, have trouble opening the old, slightly jammed door, and take off my scarf and jacket for the hallways coat stand to hold onto once I’ve infiltrated the best friends campus residence. “And guess what?”

“Sweetheart, you’re home! What? Quickly, I’m in the middle of a caffeinated psychotherapy paper rush.”

“Oh, well then I’ll just tell you later no worries.” I giggle, walking down the short hallway and following her voice to the kitchen. She’s been procrastinating this paper since she was issued it as homework so who am I to ruin her burst? We can talk about the wonderful thing later. I have a couple hours, anyway.

When I reach the kitchen a second later, I’m both shocked and a teensy bit feeling the obligatory murderous glare I send to Kathy. Sitting beside her is her father eating a bowl of my fruit loops, and I had no idea he was here! You’re a wonderful friend, Kath, really. Jeez.

Mr Krueger- Freddy? Fred? Rick? What’s the protocol for when you have to address your childhood friends’ father once you’re an adult? I’m going to stick to Mr Krueger. Anyway, he grins and waives. “Welcome home ‘sweetheart’~”

After sending Kathy the short glare and getting a quick, embarrassed and surprised apologetic look back like she completely forgot he was there in the first place, before she faces her laptop again, I flash him a grin back, settling into a more formal, ‘Talking to the friend’s parent’ mode. Which he weirdly doesn’t seem to have tapped into him himself. “Hi, Mr Krueger. What’s up?”

“I just came to visit my precious heir, but she’s not paying any attention to me.”

“Busy!” Kathy waives a dismissive hand at her father for half a second, really focused on her work. Mr Krueger holds a hand to his chest, making a mockery of pain and sending me a ‘secret’ conspirator look at the end, before I open the fridge and turn away from them both, silently laughing. I have always liked her Dad, as he was the cool parent, out of all of the Springwood high parental community, but its still awkward having him here. Seeing as the wierdo, 17-year-old me had a creepy crush on the bloke.

Luckily now, I guess, I’m a grown woman and have grown out of such things and can act less like a retard around him. I guess. He is still a parent, which means I have to try and be a stand-up role model for her daughter.

Pfft.

“So, what’s the news??” I nearly lose my grip on the bottle of orange juice I’m pulling out of the fridge door when he pipes up about what I said to Kathy when I first got in. Ohhh, he heard that? Right… When I turn around and get to the bench with the orange juice and a cup, I have the humility to look a little guilty in response. Obviously, Mr Krueger catches on to my hesitation and tilts his head, looking awfully mischievous. “Was I not supposed to hear that?”

Oh, gee, let me think…

“No, it’s okay… “I laugh nervously and, in my mind, send another evil glare at Kathy. Outwardly though I just poor juice. Just pour juice. “I just, um… “Thinking, frantically, I try to come up with something roll model-ish to say… but come up with nil. I sigh. “I was excited, because… Mr Krueger, I… Uh… have a date tonight… “I’m bright red! I wants even bright red when I asked the boy out today! What’s wrong with me, I’m a grown ass adult and I can tell Mr Krueger something this simple! I can say whatever I like to him, actually! I could tell him to fuck himself if I wanted! Not that I do, but I have a point!

Among all this confused inner dialogue, I nearly miss the confused slash surprisedly unhappy look on Mr Krueger’s features. He opens his mouth to say something negative, then closes it back up. Thinks for a moment, then opens it again. This time sounds come out. “… you can call me Freddy now.”

Oh… not what I expected.

I guess he’s confused about the new dynamic, too. “Oh… alright then.” Awkwardly, we’re all in silence for a moment. I have the excuse of drinking juice, ‘Freddy’ looks deep in thought, and Kathy is of course silent because she’s furiously typing on her laptop. Honestly, getting lost watching her, there should be smoke coming from her fingers. Then I come back to the present and hold up the orange juice bottle just as he picks up the fruit loops box.

“Orange juice?

“Want some?”

Another silence, as we both turn and instead look wide eyed at our own stupidity to the floor. Kathy sighs, shoulders dropping out of exasperation. She talks, but she’s still looking at her laptop. Is she… editing while talking?? Her intelligence scares me. “You’re both awkward as hell. What’s wrong with you?”

Honestly, I have no idea. “There’s no awkwardness! None at all, right Freddy?” God, that sounded weird. Even worse than ‘Mr Krueger’.

“Exactly, Y/N and I are old friends. I’ve just had a long day, need to take a nap.” He bullshits, smiling brightly at his daughter. She seems to by it… and turns her accusatory gaze from her computer to me. Oh, dear.

“Okay, well. Y/N, if this is about your old crush then get over it. You don’t have it anymore so stop freaking out. Now, I’ve gotta fact check this so I’m headed to the library. See you later, have fun at your date. Bye Dad.”

My jaw drops, gaping wide and I’m sure humorously, watching as she shuts off her laptop and gets off the bar stool at the bench and Freddy grins even brighter and opens his arms wide for a hug from her. She just gives him a quick peck on the cheek and leaves for her room.

“I will have fun but you’re a terrible friend!!” I call after her. “I hope you know that!”

“Acknowledged!” She calls back, infuriatingly.

“Well that’s it, she’s not getting any juice.” I mutter, twisting the cap onto the bottle and simultaneously avoiding looking at Mr Krueger. Which, I’ve decided, he’ll stay as. He shall always be ‘Mr Krueger’, to me.

Not even a moment passes before he moves from his stool to the one Kathy was just in, right in front of me and in my view. Quickly I look up at his face- less embarrassing then his chest I guess.

“Don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, I’m a spectacular specimen. I don’t blame you.” He grins wide, 2 parts cheeky and 3 parts narcissistic. A set him with an unsettled, borderline amused look for a moment…

Then roll my eyes and turn to put the orange juice away. “Uhuh.” Once I’m done with that, I decide that I’ve been embarrassed enough for this particular conversation and bid him goodbye, going for my room to get ready for my date later.

Minutes later, the sound of the door opening, shutting and locking signals both their exits and I’m left to calm down and relax in my room for an hour. I shan’t go on my date all stressed out.

Then I shower and get dressed. It’s still another hour before Toby will come and pick me up here, so I decide to leave the confines of my room and watch some TV.

This is the point in which I nearly have a stroke. When you’re an attractive, unarmed young woman and see an unnamed man on the couch, that is what may happen! Who the hell is in my apartment?!?! Toby shouldn’t be here until 7 and he wouldn’t just let himself in!! He couldn’t!!! The door is locked!! What the fuck!!!

Just as I’m turning in my place, wondering if I can get to the kitchen island and get a knife without alerting the strange man of my presence, I do a double take and then realise who it is. And verbalise my shock. “What the fuck Mr Krueger?! I thought you left!”

Mr Krueger, who’s sprawled on the couch like he lives here, a cup on tea on the coffee table-no coaster,- and a book from the shelf under the TV over his face, as I guess he was dozing, picks up the book a peaks over the top of it. “Evidently, you were wrong.”

“NO.” I draw it out, sarcastically. No, I was wrong?? Really?? Here I was thinking you were an illusion.

“Unless this happens often, you seeing me here on the couch when your all alone… “I Still can’t see most of his face due to the paperback copy of Dorian Gray over his face but is that a twinkle if mischief in his eyes???

I set him with a deadpanned look and walk around him on the couch to the armchair. “Very funny, sir, but I’m not ashamed of myself. I was 17, and it was better then falling for Bundy like everyone else. Now get your shoes off my couch, that’s a good couch.” I pick up the remote off the coffee table and curl up on the couch as he chuckles and does as he’s told, sitting up. “So, are you waiting around for Kathy?? She’ll be a while, you know her. She’s your kid.”

“Yeah, I do know that.” Some more chuckles escape him, something clearly amusing to him but when I look at him he isn’t looking at me anymore, rather the TV that has flickered to life, showing Tom and Jerry. “But, she isn’t a kid anymore for the record. Neither are you.”

I don’t really respond to that, just settle in to enjoy Tom and Jerry’s adventures. Thinking, did he answer my question??

An episode ends, and we’ve started a steady conversation. Its nice. He’s always been funny, kind of a wordsmith. The way he strings words together is pretty creative, and makes me want to talk more interestingly, too. He does have a tendency that of course I never noticed before due to being a kid though, of overusing the word ‘bitch’. His humour also tends to extend mostly to overused dad jokes and R-rated things… not that I’m minorly freaking out at all. No. Not at all, I’m just surprised!

And slightly in awe.

And a little crushing.

But its okay to revisit old crushes a little, right? Not like anything will come of it, I’m still quite anxiously awaiting my hot date with Toby White. He’s so pretty, with his messy died blue hair, and equally as sexy blue eyes.

Mr Krueger has blue eyes too, doesn’t he?

No! Nooo, revisiting is one thing. But just remove this from your real life -the one where you enjoy your date and hopefully have Toby become your college boyfriend, - and just minorly enjoy this before moving on forever.

Before you know it, many more episodes have passed, and you were just enjoying yourself way too much to notice. Mr Krueger’s grin is in equal parts mischievous infectious. “Ah! Toby will be here in 10 minutes!” I exclaim, glancing at the clock on the wall and casually pulling your hair up into a messy ponytail with your hands, before letting it all back down onto your shoulders and down your back. Honestly, I’m less excited then I thought I’d be. Its nice talking to Freddy!

“Ten minutes? Come on, you’re not giving him any room to be fashionably late?” Woah, what was that?? That rumbly thing he’s done with his voice? That was… uh… surprisingly pleasant. I look wide eyed at him for a moment, lips glued shut, and surprised at my traitorous reaction to it more then anything. That’s new. I’ve never heard that before! His smirk grows- because that’s what it is, now. Not a grin, not a smile. A dirty, meaningful, devilish smirk. And it hits home. All the feelings from 7 years ago come back in a hot flush.

Cautiously, I start. Start what? I don’t know. Tell him to stop it? I’m self-aware enough to know I don’t want him to do that, absolutely not, but are you willing to risk everything you would be risking, to act on acknowledging that?? “Sir… “

“Ah, good, good! You’re on the right path. Now can you say ‘Daddy’?”

At that, I gape. How bold can he be?!! There’s no interpreting that as anything other then a come on. As he gets up, and the seconds tick away to when Toby would arrive I inwardly panic. What is he doing??! Why is he coming here?? What do I do?? Tell him to stop!

I’m, and all my senses are swallowed up by his dark eyes when he reaches his destination-my armchair, - and puts his hands on either arm, leaning down to be comfortably close to my face. “Now, see here, you have a choice. Do you want to go and eat dinner with your husband material coming up the stairs now, or you can stay and be a whore with me.”

That ‘me’ carries some serious wait, here. Some serious, scale tipping weight.

My hands move on their own and fit themselves to the spans of his shoulders. This dark, dirty, taboo crush has never been so tangible.

He tilts his head. “Tick tock.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Without hesitation, I sit up closer to him and hold a finger in front of my mouth.

“Don’t let him hear.”

#Oneshot #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Freddy Krueger #Kathrine Krueger

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its-a-branwen-thing · 4 years

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r/RWBY AMA Highlights

For those who weren’t aware, r/RWBY did an AMA with the voice actors of the Ace Ops early this morning :) I wanted to share some of their answers here for ya’ll in case people didn’t feel like trekking through the thread. Here are some of the Q&As that I found fun/the most interesting! These are just my personal highlights, by the way! :)

First, some introductions (I put the character next to the name but...just in case I mess up):

And now, for some of the Q/As!

Q: FancyDancyMaho: For Mick - so who is the Goodest Boy and why is it Marrow? If you had to take a guess, is Marrow a mix of insecure and overcompensating because he's the Rookie?

ricepiratemick (Marrow): Absolutely. The thing is, he's a Rookie to the team, but not a rookie in general experience. The AceOps don't just hire anyone.It's like being a senior in high school: you're the upperclass. Then going to college and starting back down at the bottom of the food chain.Plus he's young, AND a little "different" from the rest. He's got a lot to prove. But unfortunately, "needing to prove something" can sometimes get in your way.

Q: JazzRen47 asked: Hi! This is a general question for all of you. I know voice acting is different from stage work, but was there anything in particular that helped you get into character for your recordings? I'm currently a University theatre student so I'm beyond curious about getting insight wherever I can haha! It was an absolute joy to get to hear your performances this Volume (and an aside for Dawn: you are a wonderful singer, ma'am). Thank you so much for taking the time to come do this.

ricepiratemick (Marrow): Some VA's sit while they work. Focusing all that energy and nuance directly into their voice. I've never been able to that. I gotta stand up and move around (which is sometimes a problem, but I've been able to reign it in and keep it more manageable).

But I'm still flailing my arms around and pointing at imaginary people lol

Q: silent-film asked: Clover’s tone in his scenes with Qrow is noticeably different from his tone when speaking to the Ace Ops or the kids. Can you say anything about that or what your thoughts were on their interactions as a whole?

ChristopherWehkampVA (Clover): I approached Clover as a guarded leader type character, who rarely allowed others into his mind on a personal level. So you see that reflected in how he treats most people, keeping a professional but kind distance.

Q: CapitalStory4 asked: Anairis, what is the best part about being the female Flash?

anairisq (Harriet): At this point? The memes.

Q: Mpatrick23 asked: Hey y'all! I wanna thank you five for taking the time to do this AMA! Now down to the questions:

To all: What was it like in your own perspectives to be a part of the ride with the RWBY cast and who were your favorite VAs to just hang with when not recording? And do you guys have spare time hobbies? Also, just throwing a compliment out there: Dawn, you did beautifully in War!! That was bloody amazing. I loved Harriet up until the "It's not excessive if it's necessary" line as well. I hope you guys make convention appearances soon and possibly see the rest of you in V8!

One of the many loyal fans, -Mitch

DawnMBennettVA (Elm): Hey Mitch! Thank you so much!!! :'D

We generally don't get to see each other a lot when we're not recording, as actors have the most unpredictable schedules. However, I did get to see Anairis before we were able to announce our roles, and we totally geeked out and got excited about each others' performances since we hadn't heard them yet.

I think I'd say my hobby is cooking and baking! I love trying to make new dishes I've never made and see what works. My last favorite food I made was lavender tea bread with a honey lavender glaze. My kitchen smelled fantastic.

Q: MrZissman asked: Hi Dawn! Question - who wins in an arm wrestling contest: Nora or Elm?

DawnMBennettVA (Elm): I think Elm would win at first, but then Nora would probably keep challenging her for rematches until she won. And then Elm would do the same back to Nora until it became an infinite loop of flexing.

Q: BiFross asked: Anairis, the beginning of the season's Harriet is much different than the end's Harriet. How did you make that distinction between friendly threats to actual threats?

anairisq (Harriet): Oh, definitely. Harriet was really serious and angry by the end, so there was no room to play games. You don't see her confidence manifest as playfulness as much as it manifests in frustration by the end, and that's the distinction I made in my head.

Q: Firegirl15639 asked: For Chris, A lot of people's favorite scene you were in was the one in the truck with Qrow. What can you tell us about getting into character for that scene?

ChristopherWehkampVA (Clover): Thanks, I loved that scene. It’s a good glimpse of how professional and capable Clover is while also still having a warm hearted side. I remember wanting to show that warm hearted side with my reads and have it contrast to how all-business he would be later in the scene

Q: threefoldthrowaway asked: Chris, I absolutely loved you as Clover and I’m gutted to see you leave. Clover had most of his screen time shared with Qrow so I just want to ask: How do you think Clover and Qrow’s relationship changed over the course of the volume?

ChristopherWehkampVA (Clover): Thanks, it was so cool to play with their dynamic. By the end of the volume Clovers pain at feeling he had to arrest Qrow was so genuine. He was dealing with the very real pain of having to choose sworn duty over what was becoming an important relationship to him

Q: BrokenLevel asked: Why do you suppose each of your characters are so steadfastly loyal to Ironwood? No need to be canon, personal conjecture is also fine.

ricepiratemick (Marrow): For Marrow, he's a faunus, and there's clearly social tensions that come with that. Having been brought into THE most elite group of huntsmen in the Atlesian military, I can't help but think Marrow (despite being a bit cocky) is hugely appreciative and humbled. He knows how difficult and rare it is for those of his kind to be placed in a such an important role.

That said, of all the AceOps... I think he'd be the first to question his "steadfastly loyal" position on Ironwood.

toddwo (Vine): I think it's the military thing. It's chain of command. He's in charge. The RWBY kids can use their hearts more as a guide because they're not military-first like I think the Ace ops are.

Q: ArmoftheSpoonFiend asked: What would you guys rather fight, 100 duck-sized horses or 1 horse-sized duck?

DawnMBennettVA (Elm): 1 horse-sized duck. Gonna need a giant oven, though.

ricepiratemick (Marrow): Marrow prefers a single target :]

anairisq (Harriet): 1 horse-sized duck. Easier to run away. :') I know if it was Harriet, she'd take on all 100 the duck-sized horses just to show off.

Q: OutcastMunkee asked: Quite a few (mainly because a few from my friend who is at work so can't make it!) questions here for everyone...From me, I gotta ask what you think about the Ace Ops vs RWBY fight and why do you think RWBY came out victorious?

As for questions from my friend, he wants to know:

Did any of you know of/watch RWBY before you were cast?

How did you end up auditioning for the roles?

Was working on RWBY any different to other voice acting jobs you've done in the past?

Thanks for doing this AMA folks! <3

toddwo (Vine): Firstly, RWBY team cheats in battle, so that's why they beat us ;)

I actually produced two seasons of the broadcast show RWBY rewind about RWBY, so I had seen nearly all of it by the time these auditions came around, and programmed entire episodes of that show around episodes, characters, and events of RWBY.

I usually submit every time there's a call for voice actors. I've been voicing various things in videos for a decade, animated characters, puppets, Reggae Shark. So I just love leaving the headspace of being at a desk at work and going to imagination land and recording voices.

I think I answered this in a different post, but I'd say the difference is being close to the show - I work at Rooster Teeth - and knowing the directors personally. It makes it way easy to ask questions, get feedback, and just be loose, as compared to skypeing in to some jerk director in L.A. lol.

ricepiratemick (Marrow): I've seen the debates about the fight results on twitter and reddit and I think it's fairly simple (and that many folks got it): AceOps were not on the same page and down a leader + RWBY were fighting for their lives and the lives of the people they were trying to save. It's as simple as that. Sure "team work" and "friends" and all that, but for those who were disapproving of that being the sole reason... I think it was clear that there were many legit reasons why RWBY came out on top.

Before getting cast, I knew of RWBY, especially some of the folks on the team, but wasn't an avid follower of the series before. Since being cast...gotta say, I love it. And will continue to watch no matter what happens to Marrow.

Audition was sent by the magic of electronic mail.

One main difference (compared to other acting jobs) is the time they take to nail down a line. In many VO jobs, yer on the clock and they roll through the script at a clip. With RWBY, it wasn't like there was a 100 takes of each line, but they knew what they wanted while still wanting the actor to explore. Just super positive, organic, and overall great experience recording with them every time.

anairisq (Harriet):

1) Yup! From the beginning. :)

2) I had received the audition online while living in FL! Submitted it pretty much the same day and tried not to think about it. I was so, so excited when I heard I booked.

3) It was for me! It was my first time doing prelay work in the booth. I was a little nervous about how it'd be like, but each session was really fun.

Q: patrizl001 asked: Todd, did you ever notice your character never used their weapon throughout the volume? Why do you think that is?

toddwo (Vine): This is totally a guess, but I feel like it's Vine's "nuclear option." He's all zen normally, so I tend to think he wants to solve things organically, and not just go nuts and use some metal blades to do the job of stretchy-ness and tactics. I could be wrong tho! Maybe it's just a fashion accessory!

Q: Eldi13 asked: For everyone: Where do you hope to see your characters go in Volume 8?

ricepiratemick (Marrow): Obviously, I have no official say in what happens to Marrow and his place in the story. But I can't help feeling he's gonna get a lot of heat from Ironwood and company after Harriet rats him out for not fighting, especially in light of Clover's death.

Personally, I'd love to see him help/side/join the RWBY gang, even if he's not a mainstay. But no matter what, he's definitely been built up to be the most conflicted of the Ops and I'm curious/excited to see where they leads.

DawnMBennettVA (Elm): Like Mick said, I have no say in the story, but I'd also love to see Elm's growth after Clover's death and the possible events to come (like what's gonna happen to her team after losing its leader, y'know?). She really does seem like a team mom at times, and I'd love to see her give Team RWBY another chance.

Q: Eldi13 asked: For Dawn, (if you make it by later!) what was the recording process like for the song in episode 12? Did Jeff and Casey arrange the whole thing, or did all the vocalists have input as well?

DawnMBennettVA (Elm): Hey there! I believe Jeff and Casey did indeed arrange the whole thing. (Obviously, someone from production please correct me if I'm wrong)! :'D

I was approached by Jeff during the process to be a guest singer, which absolutely blew my mind!!! He and Casey are such crazy talented musicians and it was an honor to be able to perform with them.

Then Christopher Sabat (voice of Arthur Watts) kindly let me use his recording studio to track my vocals, Briana Villarreal engineered me, my cousin Kaitlyn Fae coached and directed me, and I sent my vocals off to Jeff!

Jeff had asked me to sing whichever lines I liked best and he'd pick which ones to use from those. You can imagine how happy I was to hear myself singing when Elm appeared on the screen. :')

Q: SentientHam asked: Thoughts and opinions on each of your character's sembalances and weapons?

ricepiratemick (Marrow): It's fetching. Despite not seeing it's full potential, I think it's got a lot of staying power.

Q: AylaPazza asked: For all VAs, do you have any particular headcanons for your characters? Like hobbies or ways to relax, things like that! Also you all did a fantastic job this volume! I hope we see more of all of you in volume 8!

ricepiratemick (Marrow): Marrow uses his semblance to hack speed-runs of difficult games.

toddwo (Vine): I try to channel Paul Bettany's Vision character and make a lot of resonating noise in my head and relax at the same time. My voice is really high naturally so I spend a few minutes just humming low to myself to get someplace different.

Q: galaxyseal asked: To any of them: have you guys gotten to meet any of your fellow cast members in person?

DawnMBennettVA (Elm): Yes! From the Ace-Ops, I already knew Chris Wehkamp, and I met Anairis not too long after recording! I also met Lindsay and Michael Jones years ago when I started working on Fairy Tail, and Elizabeth Maxwell when we were working on Dragon Ball Super.

Actually, now that I think about it, I've met way more of the RWBY cast than I thought... The voice acting world is smaller than you think! :D

anairisq (Harriet): I met Dawn! She's just as much of a sweetie as Elm is <3

ricepiratemick (Marrow): I haven't!!!! >:[

Buuu~t I've gotten to meet/hang/know some of the team members :D

All solid, passionate, hard-working peeps

Q: brendans1989 asked: For anyone to answer - what is the most powerful advice you would give to anyone aspiring to become a voice actor?

DawnMBennettVA (Elm): Know that rejection is just part of the job. You're not going to book everything you audition for. Learn to let things go. Also, your friends' progress is not a measure of your own.

Even when you're at your lowest and you think you might be the worst, don't give up. Talk to a private coach, take classes, do everything you can to improve yourself. Keep pushing, keep trying, keep moving forward.

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I hope this is fun for everyone to read through! I tried to balance out answers on character questions and misc. ones, as I bet some folks are interested in hearing about their journey as VAs! If anyone wants to check out the full AMA, it’s here.

r/RWBY seems like a cool crew of people, this seemed like a lot of fun, and the mods did a good job curating! Hope I gave credit where it’s due for question askers--this was all their hard work!

Happy Saturday everyone~

#rwby #reddit #rwby ama #vine zeki #marrow amin #clover ebi #harriet bree #elm ederne #voice acting #long...sorry

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a-tad-bit-peculiar · 4 years

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Thoughts on Book Five.

WELCOME TO THE SHITSHOW EVERYBODY BUCKLE THE FUCK UP (spoilers and some capslock under the cut, lads!)

Alright, I have too many thoughts, so I’m going to sort them into a list, starting from ten and counting down to one. Also, as a disclaimer: I really enjoyed this book! I can’t wait to see how the series ends, but I have lots of things to complain about. So, here we go!

Also, no hate to anyone who liked these parts. This is just my personal opinion!

10. The Kids

I LOVE all of the content focusing on the kids and their personalities! The dinner scene where everyone is talking about the resurrection soup is a really good Enoch scene, plus there’s SO MUCH good Hugh in this book!

On the other hand, I noticed a few negative things about Emma and Millard.

Millard felt really bossy and arrogant, or at least, Jacob thought he was. Multiple times throughout the book, his enthusiasm and passion is twisted into something annoying and condescending. On top of that, Emma was turned into nothing but her relationship with Abe. She doesn’t do anything but mope over her failed relationships, which brings me to my next point.

9. Jemma vs. Portdesh (aka the romance plot)

What the actual fuck.

Jacob Magellan Portman, please quit thinking with your dick. It’s okay to be single. You don’t need to get into a relationship with every heartbroken girl you find, okay?

My main few problems with Portdesh are these:

For one, Jacob just dropped his feelings for Emma far too quickly to be reasonable. For instance, I’m a teenager around Jacob’s age, and I just went through an incredibly messy breakup (not going to go into details due to privacy on my partner’s part). It’s been almost two months--which isn’t a lot of time, mind you--and I’m still dealing with the repercussions. Jacob dropped Emma far, FAR too quickly, rendering an ENTIRE BOOK SERIES OF EMOTIONAL DEVELOPMENT completely null. I’m not saying that Jacob and Emma should get back together, I’m saying that Jacob isn’t dealing with his feelings in a realistic way. He’s a teenager, and an incredibly dramatic one at that. Love is messy and imperfect. It’s okay for him to be heartbroken and single. Let him have negative feelings.

Also, there’s the whole thing about him doing the exact thing Abe did to Emma. Again.

For another: NOOR’S CHARACTER IS SQUANDERED BY JACOB.

Noor Pradesh has the potential to be an amazing, relatable character--it’s just that Jacob is in the way. Instead of being her own person and allowing for solo development, Noor is thrust immediately into the role of “love interest for protag.” Instead of Noor reacting on her own to situations, she always traces it back to Jacob, because Epic Teen Romance. Please, Jacob. Quit making her into this perfect trophy girl. Nobody wants to read about that.

This book barely passes the Bechdel test, and the only reason it does is because Miss Peregrine exists.

8. Caul and the Prophecy

I’m honestly really disappointed. Caul was dead and gone. The ‘oooo he knew all along’ thing feels lazy and bland. I would’ve much preferred if Leo was the main villain; the dangers of peculiar America were much more interesting to me than reviving Caul. Also, Leo just being suddenly chill feels like a total letdown. I really hope he’s planning something nasty in secret, otherwise the whole Niece Monologue would have been for nothing.

About the prophecy, I have a single thought: cheap. I’m honestly not too interested in where it leads at this point, as it feels impossible to resolve well in a single book. I mean, come on. There are SIX MORE saviors to find. In ONE. BOOK. Riggs better have something great hidden up his sleeve.

7. Hugh’s desperation

Now HERE”S how you write some heartbreak, folks! Jacob needs to take a few notes from this man, because Hugh definitely cares more than Jacob seems to.

Despite what Jacob tells the reader, however, I feel that Hugh’s completely justified in his feelings.

NOBODY gave two shits about finding Fiona in books four or five. Everyone just accepted it, gave a sad little nod, and moved on with their lives. Hell, the only mentions of Fiona were when Hugh was upset and Jacob felt bad for him.

Miss Peregrine wore black forever because of Victor, and yet here we are. Not caring about Fiona.

As much as I love Miss P, I smell some unintentionally written favoritism.

6. Abe

Are we gonna just never tie off all of the loose ends related to Abe? Like, what the fuck happened to Leo’s niece? Is there anything else he’s hiding? Was Emma rightfully jealous of V? Are there any other agents who worked with him? Are there any more peculiars mad at him? How does Jacob feel about him? Is Abe just...a bad dude now?

Abe being written off as a bad guy seems wrong to me. He tried so hard to protect people, and this is how he’s repaid. Such a damn shame.

5. V

(Haha, number five is V. I’m hilarious.)

Oh, want a new and interesting character who’s revealed to be an ymbryne with a badass shotgun? One you’ve been looking for for literally the entire book? Who was arguably more important than the titular event? Who you can already tell you’re going to love, just by how she’s written?

Oops, too bad, she’s dead now.

4. Horace’s cravat

The best goddamn thing in this entire book.

3. The Deadriser Loop

Jacob should’ve taken Enoch with him instead of Noor. Bonding opportunity: wasted.

2. Sharon and the Anti-Ymbrynes

Now we’re fuckin’ talking. The loop protesters are SO intriguing, I really want to see more of them! But please, Ransom Riggs, don’t just write them off as fools!

Jacob needs a reason to act so reckless. One of the reasons the fanbase is beginning to dislike him is because he acts so selfishly all the time. If the protesters were used as a springboard to drive Jacob into going against the ymbrynes, he’d be much more justifiable. ESPECIALLY if the protester group is gradually shown to be bad, not immediately.

1. Fiona

Fiona Frauenfeld I missed you so goddamn much.

Fiona is LITERALLY my favorite character in this entire series. Yes, even in front of Enoch and Horace. She’s so interesting and complex, and the fact that she’s coded to be neurodivergent (PTSD) and is CANONICALLY MUTE is so, so great!

It’s just...even with her being so wonderfully reintroduced...

She feels like a scapegoat.

Who was the one to go missing? Fiona. Who was the one presumed dead? Fiona. Who was the one who got her tongue cut out by wights? Fiona.

I know I’m not explaining my thoughts well, so I’ll put it this way:

It feels like a bit of a cop-out to have the mute person lose their tongue, but maybe that’s just me.

Despite that, though, I missed her and Hugh so much.Their reunion broke my heart into a billion pieces! I’m glad she’s back, and I really hope she gets lots of screentime in the next book! Her tongue being gone seems like a great opportunity for character development, and my fingers are crossed that Riggs plays with that in book six.

Fiona I love you sweetie mwah...

And that’s it for my thoughts! Once more, I really enjoyed this book! I’m just picking it apart because I love this series so much. Ciao, dudes!

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I was tagged by @blondsak to do this and I LOVE IT, thank you sm, let’s go!!

1. What’s your favorite genre to write?

I don’t know if angst is technically a genre, but yeah. Angst.

2. Do you pull inspiration from real life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfiction you’ve read?

Mostly from other media and fanfiction. While some minor details do end up coming from my real life (references to things I like, the I Got Hit By A Car incident in Invulnerable, a lot of little family Christmas tradition references in we’ll welcome december with tireless hope), a lot of inspirations definitely come from fandom tropes I’ve seen and liked in other fic, episodes of TV, etc.

3. Do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?

One-shots are my norm. Even when I write multi-chapter stories, I often pre-write before posting (EX: My 12 Monkeys prompt fic i swear that i’ve known you all along, where I did almost all of the prompts in advance and then just updated over a few weeks.) Invulnerable is the first time I haven’t pre-written in a long time, and you can see that means I kind of only update when the inspiration hits. 😅

4. Do you prefer to write description or dialogue?

It depends on the mood, but I find that a lot of the time, I start with dialogue so that I can build description/action around it. Especially when I’m trying to be funny. I get my jollies out and THEN focus on what the hell is going on.

5. Favorite fic/book of all time?

Oh my god that’s so hard! I’m a multi-fandom person that’s been reading fic since I was like 10, this could go on forever!

I guess I’ll force it down to Marvel/IronDad and Star Wars since they’re the last two things I wrote for.

Marvel/IronDad - For IronDad, either built from scraps by peterstank or what if there is no tomorrow? by iron_spider. Longform Endgame AU + BioDad and a hilarious and also angsty exploration of the Time Loop trope. Can’t go wrong for me either way. For general Marvel, the Responsible Science series by lettered took up my brain/soul/etc. for a few weeks, and I highly recommend it to anyone that wants to know what kind of awesome fic was being churned out in the post-The Avengers 2012 MCU era.

Star Wars - I could pick a lot of roads for Star Wars bc there’s SO MUCH but I’ll say gray areas by theputterer (that whole series, tbh) for Rogue One. For Rebelcaptain in particular, Color My Cheeks by Copper_Nails (Her_Madjesty), because it was one of the first fics I ever read in the fandom, and it’s stuck with me since. And I NEED more people to love the Identity series by madame_alexandra the way that I do. It’s...iconic, amazing, perfect Han/Leia and just generally good Star Wars fic that explores a lot of great stuff. I enjoyed the new trilogy but sometimes you just want a happy ending where it all works out and boys this is IT.

6. Favorite trope?

I have a lot of favorites, but I keep asking for Amnesia in gift exchanges because I think it’s under appreciated. There was this one Doctor Who fic back in the day that did it PERFECTLY and I don’t think I’ve found another fic in any other fandom that’s been able to rival it since.

7. Are you the kind of person to work on more than one wip?

haha. hahaha. No, seriously, the PILE of ideas for the made of iron, born of fire series that Savannah and I have is fucking ridiculous. And I have, what, 2 other unrelated WIPs on top of that right now? Who knows what else on my phone notes? My brain churns out shit constantly, it’s writing them all into fully functioning fics that’s the problem.

8. How long have you been writing?

Oh, God. Since I was 10, so...over a decade now. Almost 15 years. I used to write really bad self-insert fanfiction with my friends and I just for our enjoyment, and then I moved on to posting fanfic on ffnet pretty quickly after that. I even read a little on livejournal pre-Tumblr/AO3 migration.

9. Do you tend to write more in the morning, afternoon, or evening?

Evening to super early morning. My most creative hours are when it’s like 2 AM and I’m on a roll, or I’m just about to go to sleep and have an idea that I have to slap into the notes on my phone before I forget it.

10. Do you prefer to post and update your WIP chapter by chapter or wait until it’s 100% complete before sharing it?

Like I said before, I like to pre-complete. I takes away the pressure of making it have a deadline. I just write as I want to, as the inspiration comes, and then post it when I’m ready. It keeps my writing as a fun activity rather than a responsibility.

Thanks for the tag!! You may have already been tagged but @heartofcathedrals @itsybitsyspiderling @baloobird @spider-beep @savvysass and anyone else who wants at it!!!

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Pocket Paladin Chpt 10

A little help from friends

It was quiet in the library except for the occasional rustle of pages. The space mice were working on reading one book while Lance was working on another. Allura was scrolling through the digital library for anything that could help Lance’s situation.

“I’m glad Pidge made this translator, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to read any of this,” Lance commented as he walked across the pages of the open book to read the translated text projected onto them.

“You could always try to learn. Learning another language is quite fun.” Allura scrolled to the next article.

“I’m already bi-” in both ways, “-so I know all about that.”

“Bi?”

“Bilingual.” and bisexual. “English is actually my second language. Spanish is my first. Most of my family is bilingual, except for mis abuelos.”

“Mis abuelos?”

“My grandparents. Sorry, I usually refer to them in Spanish cause that’s the only language they speak.”

“I think that’s lovely. How would you say father in Spanish?”

“Papá.”

“Mis papa would have loved to learn this language.”

Lance started snickering slightly.

“Did I say something wrong?” Allura asked.

“Kind of. You said my potato instead of dad.”

“Oh. What’s a potato?”

“It’s a type of food on earth. Best in fry form. Don’t worry, saying potato instead of dad is a common beginner’s mistake. You just have to put a bit more emphasis on the end of the word. And since papá is singular, you would say mi, not mis.”

“Alright. Mi papá.”

“There you go!”

“Perhaps we could add your language to the library. I would love to learn more.”

“Sure. I could be your pocket tutor.”

Allura smiled at that. “I’m sure you’d be an excellent teacher.” She started reading the next text on the datapad.

Lance had reached the end of the page he was on and stepped off of the book. He grabbed the bottom corner of the page and started walking left while turning the page. It was heavier than he would have thought, but that was the case with a lot of things now that he was slightly more than 3” tall. He climbed up the translator and jumped on the button to scan the open pages.

“Hey, Allura.” He said as he climbed back down to the pages of the book.

“Hmmm.” Allura looked over at him.

“What do you think Hunk and Pidge are working on?”

“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“They wouldn’t let me in the lab to help or even provide fun commentary.”

“I’m sure there’s a reason. It’s probably something that would be too dangerous to work on with someone your size nearby.”

“I guess.” Lance dejectedly responded.

But they let Chuchule in to help them. Why would they let her help and not me? I can be helpful too.

‘Clearly, Chuchule is more helpful than you. With you in there it would be too many cooks in the kitchen, though you can’t really do too much but sit there.’

I just hate feeling left out of the loop. Hunk almost always let me watch him work on stuff. It’s a lot more exciting than reading these old books.

‘Get used to it. Your situation isn’t about to change for the better.’

Lance looked over to the space mice and saw that Platt had fallen asleep next to their book while Chulatt and Plachule were each reading different sections.

“Are you able to see what the space mice are dreaming with your whole psychic link thing?”

“Oh, no. When they’re sleeping, their minds are closed to me. I can only connect with them when they are awake and within a certain distance.”

“What distance is that?”

“You know, I actually don’t know. The furthest I’ve done it from successfully is just outside the particle barrier and there was just a hint of static then. There’s never been much need to do it any further than that.”

“Cool.”

Allura tried to stifle a *yawn*, but was unsuccessful.

“Sorry. I had another late night last night.”

“Allura, are you getting enough sleep?”

“I’m fine. There are just so many books to go through to see what can be done about your situation. If there’s some way to help you. I want to find it as soon as possible.”

“Please don’t forget to take care of yourself too, Princess.”

“Don’t worry about me. It takes more than a little tiredness for me to be down for the count.”

She’s working herself to the bone.

‘Your fault.’

Shut up!

‘Tu culpa, tu culpa, tu culpa.’

I said shut up!

Before the sing-song voice in his head could continue, there was a knock at the door.

“Princess?”

“Yes, Coran?”

“Oh good, you’re there. Is Lance with you?”

“Yep! I’m right here!”

“Perfect!” Coran entered the library. “I believe I found something that might make you feel more comfortable until you’re back to normal.”

“Really? What is it?” Lance was curious to know.

“I’ve got it set up in Keith’s room. The others are waiting for you right now.”

“Well, let’s not keep them waiting.” Allura put her hands down in front of Lance and the three space mice that were with them. Chulatt and Plachule had to poke Platt to wake him up before they all climbed into Allura’s hands.

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“I was cleaning out some of the old storage rooms and I found some things that I believe will help make Lance’s time at this height more pleasant.”

Everyone looked at the sheet-covered object on Keith’s nightstand.

“Don’t leave us hanging, Coran. What is it?” Lance exclaimed.

“How could I leave you hanging when you aren’t even hanging in the first place?”

“It’s an earth phrase. It means don’t leave us in suspense.” Shiro explained.

“Ah. Good to know. Anyways, without further ado,” Coran removed the sheet with dramatic fashion.

“My old dollhouse! I thought father had gotten rid of this.” Allura had a nostalgic look in her eyes as she looked at the miniature model of the castleship.

“He thought it would be good to hang onto it for your children down the road.”

“Does it still work?” She asked.

“After 10,000 years? Of course it does. Altean technology is second to none.”

“What do you mean ‘work’?” Pidge asked.

“Watch this.” Coran opened up the dollhouse and everyone saw how detailed it was on the inside. The rooms were almost perfect miniatures of the ones in the castleship. Coran reached behind the dollhouse and flipped a switch, causing lights to turn on in some of the rooms.

“Wow!” Lance exclaimed.

“Woah,” Keith said.

“Each room has a working light switch in it, so you can have just the rooms in use be lit.” Coran reached into the dollhouse and demonstrated this. “Alfor spared no expense on this.”

“Like in Jurassic Park.” Hunk commented.

“Huh?”

“Oh, it’s this old earth movie that has one character keep saying that he ‘spared no expense.’ Do you have it on your laptop, Pidge?”

“Nope. Sorry, Hunk.”

“I also found some of the furniture that goes with it, so Lance won’t have to sit on the table for meals. I do believe these are close to the right scale for you, my boy.” Coran gestured to the dollhouse table and chairs that he had set up.

“One way to find out,” Lance said as Allura lowered him down to the nightstand.

The amount of detail in the dollhouse was even more impressive up close. Lance had almost expected to find some sort of mark or scratch that the others didn’t see but it was a perfect copy of the castleship. He took a seat at the table and found that it was the correct scale for him, albeit not as comfy as the cushion on the chair made it look.

Though, in their defense, they probably never thought someone would actually sit on the chairs.

Lance looked at the table and saw that there were plastic dishes and utensils.

The fork and knife aren’t that useful, since they’re plastic and dull, but the spoon could be. And there’s finally a cup that I can use!

“This is great, Coran. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, number 5.”

Yeah, still not a fan of the switched numbers.

‘It’s not that big of a deal, though I guess you aren’t either.’

You’re not that big of a deal!

‘I’m a part of you, so that means you just called yourself that.’

“I can bring the table, chairs, and accessories to the kitchen, since that’s where they’ll be used.” Hunk offered.

“Good idea, big guy.” Lance stood up off of his chair. He continued to look around the room of the dollhouse and walked towards the light switch. It was the only thing that stood out as being ‘off’ about the scaling of the room.

I guess they had to make it big enough so someone could actually flip the switch.

Lance grabbed the switch with both hands and pulled it down.

“I’m going to build some muscles doing this.” He joked out loud as the light in the dollhouse kitchen was turned off. He pushed the switch back up. “Are there any other cool things it can do?”

“Uh, no. That’s it.” Coran said. “I’m going to see if I can find more of the furniture for it. I already found a bed and a desk. I’m sure I can find some more, but things have gotten all sorts of boggled up in the storage rooms.”

“Do you know if my dolls were saved as well?” Allura asked.

“I believe they were, Princess.”

“Maybe one of them could be Lance’s girlfriend.” Hunk joked.

“I hear Polly Pocket’s single.” Pidge snickered at her addition.

“Haha, very funny guys,” Lance said sarcastically.

“Alright, that’s enough you two.” Shiro used his Space-dad voice once more, though it was obvious he was trying to hide a smile at their joke. “We’ve all got important things to get back to.”

More important than helping me?

‘Definitely.’

“Awww. I’m sick of reading. Can’t I hang out with you, Hunk?”

“Sorry, Lance, but…what we’re working on is a very delicate and dangerous thing.” Hunk explained.

“We only have one mask that would fit you, and we need Chuchule’s help, so she gets it,” Pidge added on.

“I know.” Lance *sighed*. “My mind’s just getting foggy with all the words.”

“Why don’t you come with me and Keith to the training deck?” Shiro suggested.

“Thanks, but no thanks. Don’t you remember what happened last time I was in there? I was almost shish kabobed by the gladiator-bot!”

“No gladiator-bot this time. Keith told me that when you rescued me, your bayard turned into a longsword. He said it was pretty cool.”

My crush called me cool?!

“I didn’t say it was cool.” Keith looked away from the group.

Never mind.

“Alright, fine. But you did say that Lance had room for improvement. And who better to teach him than you, Keith?”

“I can think of several people. Allu-” Keith was cut off by Shiro.

“All of which are back on earth, leaving you as the best person to teach him.”

Shiro and Keith had a silent conversation before Keith gave in.

“Fine. I’ll teach you, Lance.”

“Sweet! But what am I going to use for a sword? My bayard didn’t shrink with me.”

“I got some of those plastic sandwich swords at the earth store. You could use one of them. I’ll show you where they are in the kitchen.”

Plachule let out a *squeak* from Allura’s shoulder.

“Do you want to come train too, Plachule?” Lance asked.

Plachule nodded.

“The more the merrier,” Shiro said.

Keith put his hand down in front of Lance and lifted him up to his shoulder before doing the same with Plachule. Hunk grabbed the dollhouse table and chairs and joined Keith and Shiro as they headed to the kitchen to get the plastic swords.

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(Keith and Shiro’s silent conversation from the previous section. They don’t know word for word what the other is thinking, but they get the gist. Sorry for the interruption.)

If Lance found out I called him cool, he would never let me hear the end of it. Keith looked away from the group.

So you’re not quite ready to admit what you said, that’s ok. Doesn’t mean I can’t orchestrate a scenario for the two of you to hang out together. Shiro smiled knowingly.

Shiro, why would you say that? I’d be a terrible teacher.

You’ll be fine, Keith. You always did well in HEMA.

Sure, I was good at HEMA, but teaching? Why did you cut me off before I could say Allura would be a better teacher? She has more experience than me. What if I do something wrong and Lance hates me? I don’t want to risk our friendship.

I’m sure you think that Allura would be a great teacher. You’re right, but for all the things I love about her, she doesn’t always listen to others when she should. She might push Lance too far. You wouldn’t. Besides, you and Lance have been getting closer lately.

I think you’re taking this ‘building bridges’ thing too far.

If you think I’m taking ‘building bridges’ too far, I think I haven’t taken it far enough.

I can’t believe you’re making me do this.

“Fine. I’ll teach you, Lance.”

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“Alright, what do I get to learn first?” Lance and Plachule were on the raised section of the room. “Stab? Slish slash?” He swung the plastic sword around in the air with a dramatic fashion before Keith nudged him with his finger, causing him to stumble. “Hey! Rude.”

“First, you need to work on your stance. If I can knock you over with hardly any effort, it means you don’t have a strong stance.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just push me over on purpose?”

“Tempting as that is, no. You need to learn how to defend yourself with a sword. It’s different than a gun.”

“Swords are different than guns? Who knew?” Sarcasm was evident in Lance’s voice.

“Lance.” Shiro glared slightly at Lance.

“Ok, I’ll take this seriously.”

“Anyways, to do that, you need a strong foundation. Then you can ‘slish slash’ to your heart’s content. But for now, you’re not going to be using the sword.”

“Awww. But that’s the fun part about sword fighting!”

“You’ll get to use it later,” Keith said.

“So how do I get this ‘strong foundation’ anyway?”

“You start with your stance. Stand in front of Plachule.”

“Ok.” Lance and Plachule stood facing each other. “Now what?”

“Uh, both of you put your hands palms out and touch the other’s like this.” Keith and Shiro demonstrated. “And have your feet be shoulder-width apart and put your left foot forward and your right one back.”

“Like this?”

Keith stepped away from Shiro and towards Lance. “Your front foot should be pointing straight ahead while your back foot is pointing 45° off of that.”

“Ok.” Lance and Plachule adjusted their footing. “Is this better?”

“Yes.” Keith and Shiro got back in position. “Now, keep your back straight and press against the other person’s-”

*squeak*

“-or space mouse’s hands. If your stances are good, neither of you will fall.”

“Ooof.” Lance fell backward.

Plachule gave him a hand to stand back up.

“So, what does that mean?” Lance asked.

“That means that your stance wasn’t good,” Keith answered.

“Try having your feet be further apart. It takes some time to find the right balance.” Shiro suggested.

Lance took his advice and tried again. He could feel that Plachule pushing against his hands, but neither of them fell.

“Yes! I did it!” Lance pumped his hands in the air a few times. “Can I please learn some actual sword fighting now?”

“Not yet. There’s still a few more things you have to learn first.”

“Like what?”

“Like footwork.”

“That seems easy enough.”

“There’s three main types of footwork in longsword. I can’t remember the technical names for them all, but they’re pretty simple.” Keith stood in his stance. “The first one is just shuffling forwards and backward like this.” He demonstrated, moving only slightly forwards and backward and keeping the same foot in front.

“Can do.” Lance and Plachule copied him.

“It helps if you imagine there’s a line on the floor that you’re moving along,” Shiro recommended.

“Make your steps a bit smaller,” Keith said.

“I think my steps are already small enough given current circumstances.” Lance still adjusted them.

“Now, try doing that while pushing each other in the stance,” Keith spoke after a minute.

Lance and Plachule did just that.

“You should be able to feel what the other person is going to do.”

“How does that make any sense? I can’t read Plachule’s mind, and he can’t read mine. Can you?” Lance asked Plachule who shook his head and *squeaked* to say that he couldn’t.

“You need to pay attention to the slightest shift in muscles. They will tell you everything you need to know.”

“That’s a lot to think about.”

“Then don’t think.”

“Huh?”

“Thinking slows you down and gives your opponent all the time they need to take you down. You have to trust your body to know what to do.”

“Is that why you always run into a fight like a crazy person?” Lance teased Keith.

“Lance, focus,” Shiro said.

“Ok, Space-dad.” Lance found that Keith was right about feeling what Plachule was going to do next. It was kind of strange. They worked on that for a few minutes before Keith moved on to the second type of footwork.

“The next one you kind of pivot on one foot.” Keith demonstrated. “Make sure you keep your guard up.”

“Try to keep as straight as you can,” Shiro said.

“I make no promises.” Lance laughed to himself.

Get it? Cause I’m bi?

‘How many times have you used something along those lines?’

Shhh. I’m hilarious.

Lance and Plachule started trying to mimic Keith.

Right. Left. Right. Left.

“You need to keep your guard up, Lance.” Keith continued as he gently nudged Lance’s arm up into the right position with his finger.

Lance’s breath caught in his throat and he had to try to resist the urge to blush.

‘Calmate, lover boy. This isn’t a rom-com. Why get all flustered over someone you know would never feel the same?’

I know, I know.

Lance was still amazed at how gentle Keith was able to be with him while he was stuck at this height.

For someone so aggressive, he’s actually pretty soft. I mean, he’ll still go from 0 to ‘Ok it’s murder then’ in less than a second, but…yeah. He’s really caring under all that aggression.

Lance and Plachule once more held their palms together and continued to practice the movement.

“This is almost like dancing,” Lance commented with a smile.

“Yeah, it is.” Keith had a small smile on his face. “Except here you want to mess with the tempo to get your opponent to mess up so you can take them down.”

“Why couldn’t it just be a dance-off? That would be a fun way to do things.”

“Not when you have two left feet like Keith here.”

“Shiro! You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“I said I wouldn’t tell anyone at the Garrison.” Shiro corrected.

“He’s got you there, Keith.”

“Ugggh.” Keith looked up at the ceiling.

“Don’t worry. Once I’m back to normal, I can teach you. Think of it as me paying you back for teaching me sword fighting.”

Oh my God, why would I say that? That just makes me sound desperate. What if he says no? What if he says yes? Is that making it too obvious that I have a crush on him? He can never know!

“Ok,” Keith responded.

“Wait, really?”

“Are you taking back your offer?”

“No, just surprised you agreed.”

“Good luck teaching this one,” Shiro said.

“I’m not that bad a student.” Keith punched him lightly in the shoulder.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Can we focus back on sword fighting? I want to actually use a sword today.” Lance yelled up at them with Plachule *squeaking* in agreement.

Never thought I’d be the one to tell them to focus.

“Alright. For the last move, you step to the side with your front foot and pivot on it to strike your opponent in the head from the side, like this.” Keith once again showed how to do the move, ending with fake stabbing the air to the side of him.

Plachule and Lance worked on doing just that for a few minutes, with both Keith and Shiro providing guidance.

“Ok, we’ve done the footwork, can we PLEASE use our swords now?”

“Sure.”

“Finally!” Lance and Plachule grabbed their plastic swords. “En garde!”

“You’re not holding it right,” Keith said.

“What do you mean? I’m holding it by the handle. How else would you hold a sword?”

“First of all, it’s called the hilt, not the handle. Second, even though this technically isn’t a longsword, you should still be practicing with it like it is. Meaning, two hands on the hilt. Act like you’re shaking hands with the sword and your grip should be good.”

Lance took Keith’s advice. “There. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Keith said with a straight face. “Now, I’m going to teach you the four circles drill. It’s a good way to start getting a feel for the blade.”

Keith’s bayard turned into a longsword, but before he could start showing Lance and Plachule the drill, the comms *crackled* overhead.

“Could everyone come to the lab, please? We’ve got something to show you.” Hunk said.

“You heard him, let’s go.” Shiro started for the door.

“Awww. But we were going to learn the circle thing!”

“I can always show you later. This sounds important.” Keith reached down so Lance and Plachule could climb onto his hand.

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“Alright, you’re probably wondering what me and Pidge were working on today and why all the secrecy around it. Well, like Coran, we wanted to do something that would help make Lance more comfortable while he’s like this. We wanted to surprise you and heard you say that you were kind of sick of all the manhandling, so we came up with a potential solution.” Hunk and Pidge both stepped to the side and the others saw what was resting on the workbench.

“A floating tray?” Lance was a little confused.

“Not just any floating tray, one that will let you open the majority of the doors in the castleship.” Pidge pointed to the tiny console that had been built onto the tray. “It took some engineering, but when you’re in close enough range to a door you have access to say, the door to the kitchen, and press this button, the door will open for you. You can steer with this joystick and this button here will move the tray between resting on a surface and hovering at its normal height.”

“You made this for me?”

“And the space mice. They’ll get to enjoy it once you’re back to normal.” Hunk added. “We put a small force field around the edges so you don’t fall off while it’s floating. That’s part of the reason we needed Chuchule with us. She was our tester, since you’re roughly the same size right now. Do you want to try it?”

“Yes!” Lance exclaimed as Keith helped him down to the surface of the workbench. He quickly climbed onto the tray and pushed the hover button. The tray lifted up at a good pace allowing him to adjust to the elevator like sensation.

“It took a few tries to get the speed of the accent and the fluidity of the turns right. Sorry about the bad fur day, Chuchule.”

Chuchule *squeaked* in response to Pidge’s apology while trying to pat her fur back down flat.

“She says that it’s quite all right. She’s happy to help out a friend.” Allura translated.

Lance used the joystick to move the tray around the room. It was nice to have some independence back.

“I thought we agreed that someone would always have to be with Lance while he’s like this?” Shiro said.

“We did agree to that, but we didn’t say that someone had to be carrying Lance at all times.” Pidge pointed out the technicality. “I put a tracker in the console so we can see where he is at any time. I think we can let Lance get around on his own like this, don’t you?”

“Makes sense to me.” Keith shrugged.

The others all agreed.

“As long as you wear your helmet,” Allura added one condition to Lance’s newfound independence.

As long as there was a tracker on the device and in Lance’s helmet, they would know where Lance was, so they could let him get around without needing an escort.

“Do you like it, Lance?” Hunk wondered.

“I love it. This is great.” Lance responded.

“Any suggestions for improvements?” Hunk asked.

“Maybe a chair or something? If I’m going from one end of the castleship to the other, that’s a long way to be standing for.”

“We could use one of the chairs from the dollhouse.” Hunk suggested.

“Good idea,” Pidge said. “We can work on that later, though. Looks like you’ve got a few friends who want a ride.”

The space mice looked at the tray with a pleading look in their eyes.

“Well, how can I say no to those faces?” Lance said as he pushed the button to get the floating tray to rest back down on the workbench so the mice could climb on. “Race you to the kitchen, Hunk!”

“That’s not fair! You got a head start!” Hunk raced after the floating tray.

“Should we try to stop them?” Coran asked.

“Nah. They’ll be fine,” Pidge commented. “As long as the tray is floating, the force field won’t let them fall off. It’s 100% foolproof.”

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“Did you hear that?” Lotor asked his generals.

“Yeah, they practically gave us the key to their front door,” Ezor smirked.

“All we have to do is get a copy of the tray’s code for Narti and we’ll be able to slip right past their defenses,” Axha stated with Kova *meowing* in agreement on Narti’s shoulders.

“Let’s go get it then.” Zethrid’s eagerness for a fight showed in her voice.

“Patience, Zethrid. We need to make sure they suspect nothing.” Lotor said.

“I thought the virus already let us into their system?” Ezor asked.

“The virus gives us eyes and ears and control over their video feeds. We would have had to use other means of hacking into their ship to get inside if we hadn’t found this code. This code will speed up our plan when the time is right. We’ll need to have you slip in to clone the signature code, Ezor. Are you up to the task?”

“Affirmative.” Ezor gave a mock salute.

“Before that, we’ll need to set a trap so they’ll come to us. This will allow us to be ready as soon as they land planet side.” Lotor continued to explain the plan.

Narti typed on her console and brought a planet up on the big screen.

“Excellent choice, Narti. Planet Dezernent will be perfect. Now, we just need to make sure word reaches Voltron.”

“On it,” Axha said.

“Now remember,” Lotor directed mostly to Zethrid, “do not engage. We want this to be a low-risk situation for them so they all leave their ship. There will be enough of a presence on the site for them to investigate. They won’t risk a fight if he’s with them.”

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