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tinyundercover · 8 months ago

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How do you think Pepper and Felix would react if the rolls were reversed. Ex. Human and burrower switch. Either in their current state of already knowing each other or If Human!Pepper found Burrower!Felix in his apartment.

teehee i've been saving this ask for a couple days ...

pepper & felix (size swap au)

human!pepper meets borrower!felix word count: 1.8k

It took everything in Felix’s being not to panic.

Tight thread wrapped around his torso, constricting his breath, pinning his arms against himself. Pinches of pain flared up every time he struggled. The world swayed around him, a wide open space leaving him vulnerable and visible, dangling uselessly from his fishing hook.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

The blood was beginning to rush to his head from how he was hanging at an angle. With a twist of the shoulders, he took the deepest breath he could, his gaze frantically searching for a solution. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest.

Felix’s fishing hook stretched above him, latched onto the edge of a shelf. In a clumsy mishap Felix had gotten tangled in his thread and fallen, only to be left stranded in the air, one arm pinned to his side while the other twisted near his face.

The kitchen of the bakery was fairly small, meaning that the very moment the owner entered the kitchen, Felix would be right in his line of sight. The borrower cursed at the realization, writhing.

He supposed he should be lucky that the owner of the bakery— a sturdy, reserved, dark-haired human who was ironically rather surly for someone who baked cookies all day— was the only person working, and that he was currently behind the front counter, haggling with a customer. Felix prayed that the customer would keep their argument going long enough for him to escape.

One of Felix’s hands was twisted against his collarbone. With a surge of desperation he yanked his hand away, but he only served to tighten the thread around his shoulders, sending a pinch of pain through his body. He groaned, slumping his shoulders and staring uselessly at the underside of the shelf.

“Fuck.” Felix glanced anxiously at the kitchen door when he heard the owner’s voice rise, indicating that he was approaching. Heart pounding, he jerked, attempting to knock his hook free. If he was lucky, he’d possibly be able to survive the fall to the counter with minor injuries.

The door swung open, and Felix cursed again, panic rising. In the corner of his eye he could see the human enter the kitchen, appearing much larger than he remembered, grumbling under his breath.

“What an asshole… thinking she can just get a discount for complaining…”

For half of a second, Felix thought that maybe he would go unnoticed— then, of course, he remembered that he was currently hanging from a shelf in plain view.

Sharp gray eyes rounded on Felix, and the borrower bit back a noise of panic, uselessly jerking away.

Only a few feet away, the human positively towered over Felix, sending cold fear rocketing through the borrower’s body. A stained black apron barely concealed the broadness of the human’s torso and shoulders. Two enormous hands twitched in surprise upon spotting Felix, both undoubtedly possessing the strength to snatch up the borrower with ease… oh god, even one of those fingers could do unbelievable damage to Felix without even trying.

Felix knew that he was trembling, the adrenaline in his body having vanished completely. He squeezed his eyes shut as the human let out a low noise, confused, hearing the telltale footsteps that he was about to be grabbed up against his will.

“Holy fuck.”

It didn’t matter what the human said— Felix would’ve flinched back regardless. The borrower swallowed, peeking his eyes open just long enough to see a tan face, brow furrowed in utter disbelief, before he gasped and turned away again, heart pounding wildly.

“Jesus, what are you?” The voice grew louder as the human inched closer, and Felix’s breath shook, instincts going haywire.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Felix whispered, barely audible, more to himself than to the human. Through his watery gaze he caught sight of the human removing his gloves and setting them aside, which could only mean one thing. Felix choked on his breath.

The human didn’t seem to have heard him. Features sharp and furrowed, as if he was incredibly focused, the human reached towards Felix.

The borrower cried out in shock at the sudden approach of two hands, long fingers just as threatening as ten sharp daggers. The panic in his body sent him thrashing again, and he managed to kick one finger before the human jerked his hands back, scowling.

“Jesus Christ, man, I’m trying to help you. Relax.”

Felix wasn’t sure how to explain that being suspended from a shelf for the rest of time was preferable to being held in either one of those massive, grabby hands.

“No, please—!” The words escaped Felix’s mouth in a startled shout as the hands approached again. They jerked to a stop, and Felix caught sight of the human’s bewildered expression.

“You can talk?”

“Please, please— I’ll get down, I’ll leave, just don’t touch me, please—”

Felix’s begging didn’t seem to appease the human at all. Disturbed, the human lowered his hands, gray eyes flickering. “Dude, I’m not gonna hurt you. Alright?” He sent a wary glance over his shoulder, as if a customer might come barging into the kitchen, before fixating back on the trembling, teary borrower.

Seeming to decide that Felix’s terrified silence was a good enough answer, the human reached forward again.

Felix’s rush of desperate pleading fell on deaf ears. The moment those enormous fingers made contact with his torso, Felix gasped and fell silent, choking on his breath.

The human remained incredibly quiet as he closed a hand around the borrower, considerate of the thread wrapped painfully around his body and limbs. Felix attempted to jerk away from the imposing fingers, but they were unrelenting— although surprisingly gentle.

Felix’s hook was unlodged quickly by the human’s second hand. When Felix weakly opened his eyes (not quite realizing that he had squeezed them shut to begin with) he found himself sitting in the human’s large palm, arms still pinned awkwardly to his sides, chest heaving with short, constricted breaths.

“There.” The human spoke bluntly, searching absentmindedly through a drawer with his other hand. “Let’s get that string off of you.”

Felix didn’t quite process what that meant until the human presented him with the largest pair of scissors he had ever seen in his life.

At the sight of the gleaming blades, Felix whimpered, twitching back as much as he could. The ability to form words seemed to have left his body completely.

Gray eyes searched the borrower’s shaky form, and softened. As oblivious as the human was to how much his own presence terrified the borrower, the human clearly had enough common sense to understand how threatening a sharp blade might appear to someone the size of his finger. “It’s okay. Seriously, it’ll only take a second, alright?”

The assurance did not help. Felix cringed away as the scissors approached, a sob threatening to escape his body. When the cold tip of the scissors brushed against his stomach he froze, eyes screwed shut, terrified to even take a breath.

Admittedly, the human had been right— it took less than a second. With the snip of the scissors, Felix’s shoulders slumped, feeling the thread loosen instantly. Gasping for the deepest breath he could take, Felix jerked back, slapping a hand to his chest.

The scissors were gone in an instant, replaced by inquisitive gray eyes, searching Felix’s form. “There. Are you okay?”

It took a long moment for Felix to steady his breathing. Wiping at the tears that had dampened his face, the borrower squirmed free of the thread, body shuddering in relief. He had never appreciated fresh air more in his entire life.

“I—” he flushed under the human’s intense gaze, crawling back until he bumped into the enormous fingers. “Thank— thank you.”

The human only raised an eyebrow. “Don’t mention it. What the hell are you doing in my kitchen? What are you?”

Felix should have expected the interrogation earlier, honestly. Wincing and rubbing at the indents in his arms, his gaze flickered away. “Can you— can you put— me down, first? Please?”

It was difficult enough to get the question out, let alone meet the gaze of the human who currently held Felix’s life in his hand. Fortunately, the human seemed willing to comply, making Felix want to sob with relief.

“Uh— yeah. Here.” Brow furrowed, the human lowered his hand to the counter, where Felix used the last of his depleted energy to throw himself off onto the silver surface. Broken threads held in his trembling hands, Felix stumbled back, dragging his hook along with him. His heart continued to race.

There’s an exit behind those bags of flour. It’s so close.

The human peered down at him expectantly, large hands now braced against the edge of the counter. He loomed over the borrower, shoulders wide and towering, causing Felix’s breath to shorten as if he was still trapped in thread.

Felix could barely take in all of the human. He filled Felix’s entire vision.

“So, again— what are you?” The human pressed again, leaning closer.

By some miracle, the tense silence in the air was broken by the pleasant twinkling of the doorbell up front.

Felix could have sobbed. The human cursed, gaze flickering to the kitchen door before switching back to the borrower in front of him. “Ugh— okay, stay right there.”

The human stepped back, momentarily scanning the counter. Once he seemed sure that there was no place for Felix to escape to (a pleasantly incorrect guess) he turned away, walking briskly towards the door. Felix was met with one last glowering glance before the human left the kitchen.

Oh my god.

The adrenaline came rushing back in an instant, and Felix snatched up his hook and thread, bolting towards the wall.

The relief that hit his body the moment he was safely nestled in the walls was unbelievable. With a shuddering gasp, he slid to the ground, hugging himself. His heart pounded.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, blinking away tears of elation. “Holy shit.”

He spent several minutes on the ground, steadying his breathing, trying to calm his shaking hands. Vaguely, he heard the footsteps of the human reentering the kitchen, and the reverberating voice searching for him. Felix dropped onto his back, staring at the dusty wood around him, chest heaving.

He couldn’t believe his luck. The human had not only freed him, but had been distracted just long enough for Felix to escape harm-free. Felix could have cheered if it hadn’t been such a harrowing experience.

It sucks that I’ll have to move now.

His gaze slid towards the crack in the wall, and feeling lightheaded he scrambled over, peering out.

Through a gap between two towering bags of flour, Felix could see the human. His arms were crossed, drumming his fingers over his tan forearm, clearly bewildered. The uneasy expression on his face told Felix that he was doubting if their short interaction had actually happened.

Felix released a tense breath. There was no evidence that he had been caught at all— so maybe this human would chalk him up to imagination? Could he be that lucky?

The human’s broad shoulders slumped, giving up, before he turned away to check on the wedding cake currently baking in the oven. Felix chewed his lip, spirits rising.

Maybe this will be okay.

silly pepper doesnt realize just how scary he looks

this probably won't be continued aside from occasional one-shots, if I get the inspiration. this was fun!! thanks for the size swap suggestion anon!

TAGLIST: @smallsday @compact-katrina @satethesatelite @taters169 @entomolog-t @gtzel @gt-newbie @da3dm @clumsiergiantess @vee-normous @fee-hunter @torakan @mabelisthebatman @andithewhumper @mothsintherain @violetlight @heroofthe13thday @phoenix-on-the-run

#g/t #pepper & felix #g/t writing #borrowers #pepper & felix size swap au #you dont need to have read pepper & felix in order to read this

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sjoohun · 4 years ago

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Felix x male reader

Top!reader bottom!felix

Tw!!: acohol, knifes, drugging, mentions of cheating, tying up, vilonce

Part 1! (Friend helped doesnt wanna be mentioned) like for part 2 :)

Word count: 1313 4 hours

It was late at night, the sky looked so beautiful from the window in yours and your boyfriend's bedroom. You were laying in the king size bed that you usually shared with him. The indent of his small petite body in the bed made you feel more lonesome. Of course he wasn't here right now he never was at this time of night. Then you heard the door click open in the living room indicating that the male you so deeply loved was back in your grasp.

"Babe?!" Felix yelled in his deep voice that filled up the house and made your heart murmur. The living area seemed so peaceful as he took off his converse. He had been at the studio all day with chan… so you got up from the bed with excitement but also dread because you knew something didn’t feel right.

"Felix where have you been all day?! I've been longing for you" You say in such a dramatic tone that made the boy give a half laugh. Felix looked you up and down as you approached him rubbing your eyes as you were tired from waiting for him for so long . He looked like he was in power but you knew he wasn't and never will be, you always had the boy where you wanted him to be.

Felix gulped a bit looking up at you as you were taller than him. "I've been at work with chan.." he mumbled avoiding eye contact staring at the dirty shoes that were left next to his feet. He was speaking as if he had been going other places with other people.. but where? Why? Doesn't he love you?.. You look down at him with sorrow trying to make him feel bad for putting this sharp knife through your heart.

“Have you really ever been with chan? I don't believe any of your damn lies lee felix.” you stated as he bit his lip. Felix looked as if he was about to cry or as if he was going to submit to you. You wanted to hear what he would say next. You turned your head slightly as you lifted your eyebrow to catch his eyes, just so you could look into them while he confessed.

The shorter male hid his face with his sleeves. You knew the words that would come out of his mouth wouldn't be good.. "no i've been with other people from the club.. doing stuff that i shouldn't sir.." he stated muffled by his sleeves under his breath. He was trying to cover the shame that took over his face. With this response you grab the blonde boy by the hair making him look back at you with his wide pitiful eyes.

You both stare into eachothers eyes for a few seconds along with silence before you state, "you know you should be punished for doing stuff with them?.. you're lucky I haven't sent your ass out on the street like most people would." The boy looked scared of what was to come. But you and him knew he brought himself into this situation he couldn't get out of now.

As the night grew older, felix grew more weak. You thought this would be the perfect time to use the boy to your own advantage. You look around the room trying to find what you can use on the poor boy sitting in front of you. Your strong hands grab the rope that was sitting collecting dust on the cold floor. The feeling of hurt is so strong you knew you should hurt him back for it. The effects of the substances you put in the shorter males tea earlier is starting to kick in, he has grown more tired with his eyes drooping like he was about to fall into a deep slumber.

You take his slim wrists in one hand dragging him into one of the kitchen chairs that was set up. The boy didn't realize he moved until he felt the dry rope against his soft and dainty skin. You tell the boy in a sweet convincing voice “there is nothing to worry about sweetheart..” while you tie the long thick rope connecting his hands to the ceiling above. The smile you flashed him soon turned into a frown that spread across your face. You turn around noticing a large kitchen knife glistening from the moons shine through the window.

Now with this sharp knife and anger filling the spot that the sorrow had not that long ago, you knew this would be the most painful and longest night the shorter boy would ever experience. You go up to the boy putting the knife to his abdomen slicing through his favorite shirt as he lets out a small whine. You tighten the rough rope around his limp wrists, starting to undress the blonde ripping away not only his clothes but also his pride in the process. Your knees hitting the cold floor as you grab the blondes delicate ankles tying them to the chair.

As you slowly lean over grabbing the black leather whip that was lying next to the chair you looked into felix's eyes giving him a warning with the look. You stand up walking around the boy and stop in your tracks in front of him. The whip was tight in your grasp as it slammed down against the pale small thighs of the blonde leaving behind a bright red mark.Your sweet boyfriend let out a small yelp “You look so beautiful tied up against your will baby..” you whispered seductively into his ear. He retreats his head away from you seeming scared of his consequences.

He screams “please stop! S-sir, I'm sorry!” His wet eyes trying to look into your eyes with no success “You mustn't think that a sorry is enough to save you sweetie” the dark tone in your voice was enough to scare the dainty boy. Your eyes advert themselves at the glistening knife and you wrap your tough fingers around the handle while getting to your knees once again. Pressing the long blade against the boy's abdomen you look at the blond above you “tell me why you decided to do this and put yourself here.” The pitiful boy looked down at you and spoke in a soft mumble, “I didn’t feel like i was getting the attention I des-“

The knife cutting through his skin was enough for him to stop talking and let out a blood curdling scream.There was dark red blood dripping from the knife. You had enough of him talking now it was your turn, you threw the knife on the table and grabbed some red wine with a glass.Pouring the wine into the glass while pulling a chair in front of him and sitting crossing your legs. “Now it’s my turn sweetie..” you mutter while sipping a bit of wine. “You are always gone and leaving me to sit alone thinking of where your pretty face could be when you're not with me.. Acting as if you are the fucking victim knowing its all your fault.” stating what you felt was needed right to the dazed boys face.

You put down the glass and strutted behind the boy. Cutting the rope that connected his hands and the roof. The boy's top half fell forward but before he could you grabbed his blond hair pulling his head back “why don't you respond when i tell you something baby?” you whisper. The words shook his core, Felix was breaking under your touch making him weak in every way possible. Throwing his head forward his body fell limp “sit up!” you shout. The small body in front of you straightens its back out slowly sitting up feeling heavy. “Disgusting.” You spat while you kicked the boys chair to the ground.

#stray kids x male reader #top!reader #bottom!felix

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Ashe Ubert x Reader [Wishes]

Premise- A special take on the goddess tower event in FE3H. Also a feelz dump because this poor boy deserves to have a moment of peace.

Warning: Plenty of fluff, feelz, and one soft boi below the cut.

Part : (2/2) {Previous}

Words: 3777

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Next year never came. Neither did the year after that, or the one following. Instead there was war, strife, pain, and loss. For five years he was on his own, but that changed on the anniversary of the millennium festival. Five years ago, he made a promise alongside his classmates to reunite, and despite everything that had transpired it was fulfilled. He had his doubts when he first encountered Gilbert on the way to Garreg Mach. The monastery was deserted when they approached. The ever-stoic Gilbert appeared doubtful as well, but news of a nearby battle lit a match of hope in them both. By the goddess he needed it more than ever. When they arrived at the scene, the professor alongside his highness were locked in combat. One-by-one his old classmates appeared to fight. He never expected them all to end up like this, but to now know for certain that they were alive was enough. After Gilbert shared what had happened to Dedue while they traveled, he did not know what to do. Mourn? Worry? Now he could have some peace. Ingrid, Felix, Annette, Mercedes, Dimitri, Sylvain, professor Byleth…(Y/N). Everyone somehow survived despite all their scars and finally he could see a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Ashe? What are you doing up here, it’s late,” His thoughts were broken at a new voice. One that he hadn’t heard in years yet knew like the back of his hand. When he turned around in his spot overlooking the monastery a familiar sight from years ago greeted him. Albeit so, said visage wasn’t the same as he remembered.

“Nothing much…just thinking. It’s been so long since I last stood here,�� he said. Compared to the last time he was alone with her his voice had matured. Him as a person? Not so much. As he twiddled with his gloves, she moved next to him to also admire the view. She stood confidently at his side and was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her.

“You’re telling me. I remember when you couldn’t even reach the top bookshelves in the library, and now you might give the professor a run for their money,” She reached to ruffle his hair with a lighthearted giggle, and his chest filled itself to the brim with a familiar warmth. Oh, her laugh. Her sweet, chime-like laugh. How long had it been since he heard it? How long had it been since he was this flustered?

“H-h-hey! I’m not the only one who’s grown. Before this you could not cast a single thoron,” He tossed in a teasing remark of his own, and it hit right on it’s mark. She froze and crossed her arms into a pouting stance. He found it endearing until her brows pressed together. Those lips he loved to see pulled into a grin were taught as her posture caved in slightly.

“Well, war kind of forces you to learn I suppose,” She mumbled out, and he felt as if there were suddenly miles of distance between them.

“Yeah…that is true,” Memories of his own struggles resurfaced for a moment. Fighting, visiting his siblings, traveling, mourning, and scavenging for survival all reappeared. Those of not only recent times, but some from early childhood crossed his mind as well. He did not need the professor to teach him how to pick locks; no, desperate times called for desperate measures long before enrolling.

“It’s peaceful here. If I close my eyes it’s almost as if I’m back during our academy days,” He said, and it appeared to capture her attention. She perked out of her entranced state, and the distance seemed to close just a smidge.

“Do you wish we could go back?” She asked him, and a lump caught in his throat. Of course, he wanted to go back. Back to before he lost his family and his friends, but that’s not how time works.

“If I say ‘no’ then I’d be lying haha. I enjoyed being a student here, even though the graduation was a bit speedy,” his laugh was half-hearted, and he knew she could tell. To damper her mood was the last thing he wanted to do. He instead hoped to show her that things would be alright; that they would be alright. Yet, something in him couldn’t lie to her.

“D-do..you?” He internally cursed himself for stuttering, “wish you could go back, I-I mean,” old habits die-hard. She paused, almost as if she were uncertain what was the right answer. It was either that or staying up late into the night had gotten to her. It was hard to focus with the chilly night air nipping at his skin.

“Yes…and no. I’m proud of who I am now despite the things that I have done. I think we are working towards something good. I just have some lingering regrets, you know? There are things that I wish I did differently,” when she spoke it was as if she looked through him, not at him. He assumed that this was a question she’d asked herself many times, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to embrace her. They were close enough that he could sense her warm breath on his skin, and their hands so tauntingly near. Just…some sort of comfort. He wanted to offer something. Anything.

“Oh really, like what?” He blurted out unconsciously, “I-I m-mean if you’re c-comfortable telling me. I don’t mean to pry,” Why was he tongue-tied now of all times? Wasn’t five years of rehearsing this reunion enough preparation to not embarrass himself?

“You’re fine. Trust me, that’s nothing compared to what Sylvain has asked me so far,” she clasped his forearm in reassurance. What had Sylvain asked her about? No, it wasn’t his business to gossip.

“For one, I wish I paid attention to the professor’s lectures more, specifically defense day. They were right, you really can’t rely on ward spells to protect from long-range,” as she spoke her left hand reached to clasp her right wrist. It intrigued him, and she must have noticed his drifting gaze. Albeit apprehensive, she slowly rolled up the sleeve of her coat to reveal an old scarred-over arrow wound. As it was his area of expertise, he could see that it had healed from a poison affliction as well.

“That looks painful…” He whispered, and she pulled her sleeve back down. What had she been through? Was it anything like he had? Worse?

“Seems I had to learn the hard way haha,” she then leaned up against one of the many pillars aligning the walls “and uhm, I suppose I regret that we left here so soon”

“Here? “He asked and gestured to the tower around him.

“Yeah. You probably don’t remember but we stayed up here the night of the millennium ball,” she said followed by a longing sigh. The wind blew once again causing her to shiver, and he immediately moved to unbutton his own coat.

“Remember? How could I possibly forget? I stepped on so many girls’ feet that night, it was a disaster” When he handed it to her, she hesitated, but still took it much to his delight. That’s when it felt as if they were young again, and that trademark snigger of hers arose.

“You weren’t too shabby from what I saw,” her chuckles battled against the loud whistling of the wind. His coat hung over her shoulders, and it was clearly not her size. Yet, it flattered. Everything she wore did. His clothing suited her so well that he wished it were a sight he’d see more often.

“R-really? But I even tripped on you!” He choked out. Why did she always have to tease him?

“So? That was one of the best dances I could ask for…I had a lot of fun with you Ashe. It’s not often that we get a moment of peace as you know,” She pulled his coat tighter around her, and tied the sleeve in place around her front. Moonlight beamed into the room which caused their shadows to intermingle. He remained silent as she swung her arms around her front and pushed off the pillar to approach him.

“Ah forget it. We have more important things to think about right now than memories,” his own frown grew evident at her defeated tone. He wanted to think about those memories. They had a future, and he needed to show her that. He needed to help before it was too late.

“W-would…would you…” he hesitated. Was this the right move?

“Would I what?” She asked. Her head tilted to the side, and her tired eyes scoured him. Yes, this was right. It had to be.

“Would you like to finish our dance,” He extended his arm out to her. For a moment she appeared confused and took a step back. The dim light revealed her off guard disposition, but it disappeared as he took another step forward.

“Now? Like this?” She breathed out in skepticism. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this? It’s been so long, what if he wasn’t the one that she needed now? What if…no. Her hand hovered out vaguely from her side. He was almost there.

“Y-yes. I k-know it’s not the best time. I…also know you could get a much better partner. Someone who won’t step on your toes,” his nerves made his voice tremble “but I also t-treasure the memory of that night, and if you’ll have me then I’d love to dance with you again,” There, he said it. Despite the tremors shaking his form it was a small success. The soft grin she gave him only proved it, and his legs shook.

“Of course I would, but are you sure? It’s been so long, maybe you have three left feet this time,” She reached for his hand and gently kicked his foot. He did it.

“Please. Nothing would make me happier,” This time he leaned forward and grasped her other hand. She eagerly took it and led him to the same stance as before. His shoulders shook in anticipation, or was it from anxiety? He might not have three feet, but he sure danced like he did.

“Well now how can I say no to that? Same song?” She asked.

“I-if it’s no trouble, then yes. I would like to hear it again,” and just like that he was sixteen again. Yong, promising, and of course cloddish.

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I cannot help falling in love with you

Shall I stay, would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you

Her hum tendered his heart. Her laugh made him giddy. Her smile never failed to brighten his day. As he held her in his arms these are the thoughts that filled his head. Unlike the last time they were together he could not bring himself to let his mind wander. He wanted to. For so long he was haunted by possibilities of the unknown. There was so much uncertainty that at one point he did not know what calm felt like. Until…now. For once he didn’t feel as if the world was crumbling beneath his feet.

Like a river flows

Surly to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Somethings are meant to be

What was this feeling? He couldn’t tear his eyes from her countenance. At some point she managed to wiggle her way deeper into his arms. Her head laid against his shoulder as they swayed, and he could feel the vibrations of her voice against his neck. Could she hear his pulse? If so then it apparently wasn’t an issue. Shakily he pulled one of his hands to lace it into her hair. Was this okay? Her unexpected move to wrap both arms around his waist supported it, and he readily wrapped his other arm around her shoulders.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

She’s not gone. His family is safe, and his friends are back. For so long it was like war stuck him into a void where there was no escape. They might not be in the clear just yet but that’s not what matters. He no longer has to wonder what could have been or think that he failed his loved ones. This time he can do something. He can still protect them and fight for what he believes in. The goddess willed him to return and he couldn’t be more grateful for what met him. There was still a chance for Fargus, for Fodlan, and there was still a chance for him to right one of his own regrets. As he clutched her tighter to his form it was like he transcended to a new chapter of his life. One where things won’t turn out in shambles.

Like a river flows

Surly to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

The coat he had given her slipped from her shoulders, startling them both. The noise caused her to pull back in shock, but with a sheepish shrug from her they continued. This time he twirled her and had to suppress laugh when she stumbled mid-spin. Who’s the klutz now? He wondered what it would be like to spend the rest of his life like this. Working in the day and returning to a loving family. His dream was to become a knight, but what about beyond that? If he were to survive this war…then what? He spun her again, and in doing so she pulled him forward. What was she thinking?

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I…can’t help…falling in love with you

Suddenly a chord struck within him. He had spent five years yearning to relive this moment; this feeling. This was what he missed. She was his chance at the future he desired but didn’t deserve. Before he could tell himself otherwise his lips were already against her forehead. She didn’t reject it to his joy. Her skin was soft despite it seeing so many battles, and as he pulled away, he couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze. Instead he rested his own forehead against hers.

“Ashe?” Her sickeningly indulgent voice broke the silence. That’s when his eyelids felt like lead. What…oh goddess what did he just do?! His heart skipped a beat at the realization, and he pulled her away at forearms length. Surprise was evident on her face, but he was certain that his own mortification stood out on his own.

“Oh goddess, I-I-I’m s-so sorry! I don’t know what c-came over me! I completely understand if you’re angry, it’s just that today has been full of so many surprises, you know? I l-let it get the better of me, and self-control has not been my best friend lately- “

She pulled him back in for a rough kiss, and after a moment he gladly recuperated. It was obvious that neither of them had any experience as her teeth clinked against his own. It was short, unrefined, and Sylvain would most likely laugh at his lack of finesse. When they broke away, he noticed that her hands had cupped his chin, and his own clung to her waist.

“wha…?” How did breathing work again?

“Ashe, it’s alright. You are alright,” Her lips parted with every breath she took. Hands gripped his face gently, and one of her thumbs traced the freckles adorning his cheek. What did he look like right now?

“You’re…not upset with me?” He said, shame evident in his voice. He never wanted to touch her without her consent. If this broke up the friendship that they just renewed, he wouldn’t know what to do.

“Of course not, you goof. Do you have any idea how much I missed you? I thought my feelings were obvious!” Her voice grew louder at the declaration. She loved him.

“You…love me?” His eyes bugged out when she nodded, “I never thought I would be so lucky. From our time as students to this day, when I am by your side, I’m given hope for the future” The thoughts he had been holding back for so long rolled off his tongue. He was finally being honest with himself.

“Ashe, are you saying what I think your saying?” Her words came out incomprehensible yet clear as day.

“Please, before you do anything please let me finish,” He clutched both her hands within his own tightly to steel himself. She ogled him in the same disbelief he felt when she appeared on the battlefield earlier that day.

“I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be there for every important moment. Every smile. Every hardship,” he breathed a quivering sigh, “I know I’m just a commoner and nothing special. I know I don’t have a crest or a prestigious family legacy. And I’ve done things I’m not proud of. But if you’d be willing to look past all that…I also know that we’d be great together,” This was it. There was no going back, and he honestly could say that he had no regrets. One glimpse at her starstruck expression melted him. The moon shone valiantly on them both, highlighting her features. Everyone else was long asleep, and he did not want to go another day where he would wonder which of the people he loved would disappear.

“What I mean to say is…I love you and I want to marry you,” Silence. The grip she had on his hands was tense. He didn’t have a ring, but she knew he was serious. The crease in her brow showed that she was deep in thought.

“Before I say anything, are you sure? We have such a long road ahead of us and spending it with you would make me so happy. So, so, so happy. It’s just that…” her voice trailed off.

“That?” he repeated.

“What if something happens? I love you Ashe. I want to spend my life with you no matter where we go or how long we live. Yet, we’re also fighting every day. If I were to die, then I don’t want to leave you a widow,” She had the same thoughts as him. If he were to die, then he would want her to live on happily. To enter a relationship now would be putting them both at a disadvantage, especially if the enemy learned of them. They were members of the core team and were targets. He wouldn’t let that stop him though. This time it was his turn to caress her cheek, and oh did it feel natural to do.

“(Y/N), you have given me dreams for the future beyond this war. Married or not I will love you, and you’re right, things are uncertain right now. On the battlefield I will always worry about if you’re safe, and for the past five years I have constantly wondered if you were out there somewhere,” He shuddered as the pain he felt when Lanato passed resurfaced. That fate could have been hers; he could have never seen her again. Once again, he leaned in close enough for their noses to touch.

“I want to fight at your side and be your partner through this, so…will you be my wife?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “Ashe I would love to be your wife,” that’s all he needed. He kissed her again and compared to before it was much more tender.

“R-really!? You’re serious? Am I dreaming?” When they separated the tower filled with his nervous babbling.

“You really feel the same way about me…Sorry, I’m kind of giddy. This doesn’t feel real. To go from a life of stealing on the streets to marrying a wonderful person like you,” as he gazed at her he saw the world. He wondered what his siblings would think when they met. He could have a family of his own one day, and they could visit often. The dream left him a bumbling mess, and of course she took advantage.

“You are a charmer. Sometimes I used to wonder if you were aware of it, or if you genuinely were just a natural flirt,” there was that banter he missed. Nothing could bring him down from this moment, not even her games.

“Am I allowed to be this happy? I’m worried this could all come crashing down at any moment,” he pulled away to hold her at arm’s length.

“I won’t lie, it could,” her expression turned solemn “but let’s not worry about that right now. I’ve waited almost six years for this” she said.

“Six?” They had only been apart for five, right? She batted his arm when he questioned her. Was he counting wrong?

“I just said that you were a charmer, didn’t I? I used to thank the heavens whenever you asked me for tea, you know? Though until the academy ball it was just a school-girl’s crush,” her words caused him to blush. He knew he was dense sometimes, but this was a whole new level.

“I truly never knew. To me you were always someone just beyond reach. You were someone that I greatly admired…and soon began to cherish. I never expected you to return my affections,” he said. She turned him to look out at the tower’s view once more. She sat down on the ledge and pulled him down beside her like the last time they were here. He couldn’t help but wonder what she liked about him back then.

“(Y/N) I know I have my shortcomings, but I promise you I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.” he admitted, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. The coat she discarded before was pulled over their laps.

“I know you will, and you already have. Do you remember the wishes that we made here? You wished for your siblings’ happiness, and I tossed mine at hopes for Flayne to have some freedom,” He had almost forgotten about those.

“Well…I wasn’t necessarily truthful with mine. Ashe, I wished for you to find peace,” she said. He did sense some falsities in her behavior back then, but to think she’d do that.

“You wished for that? Truly? “He laced his fingers with hers. Luck was on his side.

“Yes. I only hope it comes true someday,” she said, her voice small.

“I…don’t know what to s-say. Thank you. As long as we’re together then I assure you that it will”

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make-it-mavis · 6 years ago

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The Right Thing (pt 3 of 3)

Wreck it Ralph AU 4274 words Content warnings: drugs/addiction, discussion of overdose/death, brief/mild sensuality Characters: Turbo, Make-it Mavis, mentions of Maribo ( @nijimarii‘s OC )

Premise: Mavis is released from the hospital following an incident that she remembers little about. Her best friend, however, knows exactly what happened... and has a hard-to-hear idea on how to prevent it all from happening again.

>Part 1< >Part 2<

Leaving the hospital was a headache. Literally and figuratively. Alongside the dull, throbbing pain in her head, the process was a numb, nauseating blur of things Mavis was not in the mood for.

When she woke for the second time, it was to the sensation of a nurse laying another blanket over her. She was asked how she felt, and some weird trivial questions to test her lucidity. After some prodding, she answered honestly, and told the nurse her head and stomach hurt, that her eyesight was stained a faint blue, and that her brain felt full of dead ends.

The nurse brought her some generic hospital food to help settle her belly. She ate it quietly while Turbo pretended to sleep in his chair. He was not fooling her -- if he was not snoring, he was not asleep. Still, he would not respond to anything she said until the nurse came to let her know it was time to go home.

It was only as they were leaving that Fix-it Felix showed up, breathless and overjoyed to see her alive and well. He went in for a hug, but Turbo shoved him in the chest, which she quietly thanked him for. Having a guard dog against unwanted physical contact was pretty nice in general, but she felt particularly weak to defend herself that night. The arm around her shoulders as they walked out may have been a possessive one, but she found that comforting in its own right.

Felix apologized right away, of course, but proceeded to follow the two of them out of the game, yakking incessantly. He went on and on about how worried they were (at which point Turbo reminded him to speak for himself), about how sorry he was that he was absent, about how important the job he took was, how he would otherwise have never left her alone -- well, not alone, he says, since Turbo was there and kept her company which he was so, so grateful for.

By the time Turbo and Mavis made it to the Turbo Time port and bid him goodnight, he had wasted all of his conversation time apologizing and thanking. Mavis could still hear him calling out insistent requests for her to come see him the next day as she rode the cord train with Turbo.

Turbo was pissed. She could tell that much. From the train to his trailer, he said nothing, only grunting now and then in response to her conversation attempts. That much was typical. But there was something a bit off about his bad mood. It was a silent treatment, but it was not quite the cold shoulder. He kept close to her, hardly letting her stray from his touch, even as he unlocked his trailer door. It led Mavis to wonder if he really was mad at her, or if it was some other uncharted territory.

She did not feel ready for it, whatever it was.

Once they were inside, and it was time to go to bed for real, she elected to sleep on the couch, to give each of them some space. She lied and told him that she was still feeling nauseous, and did not think she could handle his inevitable tossing and turning. He did not argue.

So the two of them settled into their respective nests and listened to the deafening, heavy, quivering silence.

Mavis had thrown her smock and jeans to the floor, bunching herself up in the blankets that she kept at his place. They were starting to take on the scent of his home, which pleased her. Turbo’s trailer was the site of her deepest, easiest sleeps. Even so, there was a discomfort keeping her awake that grew from annoying to unnerving. A chill still radiated from her very core, one that blankets could not remedy. Her code had not quite stabilized completely, and it felt too light, too fragile, as if it would blow away at any moment and whisk her away into nothingness.

She had heard the springs of Turbo’s mattress squeaking in protest, but no snoring. Clearly, he was not having any more luck than her. Thoughts of his warm bed filled her mind and beckoned her seductively, but she still had to wonder what she would be in for if she joined him.

It did not take very long for her to decide that she needed a remedy for her chilling state more than anything else.

She stood in the darkness, stepping over messes that she knew by heart as she crossed to his bed. There was brief hesitation as she reached its edge. Turbo was facing away from her in a tense, unhappy ball, but she could tell he would not turn her away. It did not have to be a big deal, she told herself. So she tried not to make it one.

Slowly, she sat and slipped her bare legs down into the covers. The warmth was heavenly, like settling into a hot bath. Turbo’s bed was barely big enough for two sprites of their size, so even lying on her back, her side was pressed up against him. It took everything she had to restrain herself against clinging to him. Unusually high body heat aside, the sensation of his code in contact with hers held her down like an anchor. In that side of her body, she felt more secure, more relaxed, less afraid of spontaneously disappearing.

Turbo did not react at all to her joining him. He was still giving off that weird energy. She did not like it, but… at the same time, questions were coming into her head. Just how much had he seen that night? Just how much did he help her?

What, exactly, had her careless mistake put him through?

The questions gnawed at her nearly as hard as the cold. Uncharted territory be damned, she had to know what was in his head. What she put there.

“T…” she said softly and cautiously.

He grunted tiredly.

After considering her words carefully for a moment, she asked slowly, “Were you… the one who took me to the hospital?”

At first, he was quiet, but a single, humorless chuckle escaped him eventually. “Nah,” he sighed. “Nah, Mav, I wasn’t even there.”

She frowned at the ceiling, unsure of which alternative would have been better. “‘Kay, well…” she said, “who found me?”

“Found ya?”

“Found me nearly corrupting,” she clarified.

He was quiet long enough for her to sort of dread the answer, but his reply was not an answer at all. He just asked quietly, “How much do you actually remember about tonight?”

Mavis fidgeted with the hem of her shirt under the covers. Tempting another headache, she scoured her mind. “I mean… not all that much,” she mumbled as vague images began to resurface. “I was hangin’ out in my camp, and dug up some old Spells I’d been savin’.”

“Y’took more than one, didn’t ya?” he asked bluntly.

“Uh…” she squinted, rubbing her brow. “I think… two.”

“Why?” he breathed harshly.

She pondered. “‘Cause…”

Because she wanted to feel something.

“C’mon, man, I dunno. Do I need a reason? I just wanted to,” she half-lied.

Amazingly, Turbo did not fight her on that. But she could feel some awful energy radiating off of him, more of that off-key anger. He did not prompt her to continue, but she did anyway, just to fill the silence.

“But, uh… Y’know, at first, it was the usual Spell experience, and I was havin’ a grand ol’ time. Everythin’ was goin’ fine. But… after a while, I guess I got hit with a bad trip. I like… sorta got lost n’ wandered…”

Wandered until she found herself on an endless chess board, busy with crowds of chess pieces that all moved in their proper, respective patterns. She was the only one with a real body, the only one with no set path. She could not find her brush. She could not fly. She could only try not to trip as the squares on the floor shuddered and bumped against her feet. Rage swelled in her chest, threatening to burst her ribs apart. It needed to stop. It all needed to break.

That was when a little pawn approached her…

Curling up a bit against the uncomfortable memory, she gave the truth a wide berth. “I don’t… really know where I ended up, but… I just remember bein’ pissed. Real pissed. And uh… panicking. Then… wakin’ up n’ seein’ you.”

Turbo remained silent for a little while again, every now and then drawing in a breath to speak but not following through. Eventually, he gave another long sigh. “Look, Mav… I ain’t exactly told ya the whole story. I might’ve… glossed over some things. D’you wanna know what really happened?”

Mavis’ heart stuttered. “Uh… yeah. I’d say so.”

“It ain’t pretty.”

“I figured. Tell me, anyway.”

Twisting awkwardly on the cramped mattress, he rolled onto his back. She could see one of his fingers tapping against his chest as he chose his words. “The thing is… yeah, y’did almost corrupt. But it wasn’t exactly from an overdose. It wasn’t… entirely your fault.”

There was a quiet rumbling deep in his chest, and his voice deepened with spite. “It was that freakin’ sorry excuse for a Surge Protector. Game Central’s finest. He… shocked ya.”

Mavis considered that. “...Seriously?”

“Yup. He knew y’were high, too. He was just too much a limp-dicked wuss to try anythin’ other than killin’ ya on the spot.”

Mavis knew he was exaggerating. He never liked Surge. Neither did she, but all the same, she knew how docile the man was by nature. He was no killer. But she also knew there was little point arguing with Turbo’s biased views on things. Besides, what did she care about defending Surge’s honor? He did use excessive force on her. The only question was…

“Why? What’d I do to get him so riled up?”

Turbo breathed deeply for a second, and begrudgingly answered, “Y’kinda… attacked someone.”

She looked at him. “What? Y’mean… attacked, attacked?”

“Yeah.”

“Was it…” she wondered cautiously, “...anyone I know?”

Turbo sighed. “...Yeah. It was, uh… that little…” he made vague, small gestures, “the lil’ orange potato sack with a hat.”

Mavis felt her heart yanked downwards. She halfway propped up for a second. “Maribo?”

“Yeah, her.”

“Is she okay?”

Turbo glanced at her, brow raised. “Yeah, she’s fine. Cool your jets.”

She dropped onto her back again, letting that sink in. Maribo was by no means her friend, but Mavis did thoroughly enjoy pestering and toying with her. She liked her, in her own peculiar way. The thought of Maribo actually being afraid of her was an upsetting one, but she would have every reason to be scared, after that. Thinking of how small she was, Mavis was amazed she did not have Maribo’s death on her hands. Just the thought of it was haunting.

“Huh…” Mavis breathed. “‘Kay… so… what’d I do to her?”

She felt Turbo shrug next to her. “Not much. Y’just choked her a bit.”

“Yikes,” she hissed. “I guess it could be worse, but still, yikes. I could break her neck with one hand.”

Turbo grumbled. “Uh huh. That’s pretty much what the Blue Blunder used as an excuse to zap ya.”

“He’s right, though, ain’t he?”

His stern gaze turned on her. “Y’really oughtta be more pissed about this. He nearly killed ya.”

Her hands lifted a bit. “Yeah, but he didn’t. He’s just crap at his job. Whatever.”

Turbo groaned deep in his throat. “‘Kay, fine. Leave me to be the only one pissed about a guy who’s supposed to protect us giving absolutely zero bits about your safety. Someone’s gotta see somethin’ wrong with you almost dyin’ at the hands of a cop. Guess it’s gonna be me, as usual, the only guy ever smart enough to focus on the real issues. Y’know, some days I get tired a’ bein’ the voice a’ reason for the entire freakin’ arcade.”

“I know, sugar,” she said flatly, tuning out his rant.

He went on for a little while, but Mavis’ mind was just clouded with the fact that she almost killed someone… someone she liked, on top of that. How was she even supposed to move forward after that? What would be the first step to take? How could she deal with the issue as quickly, as easily, and most effectively as possible?

Turbo speaking directly to her snapped her out of it. “Mav.”

“Huh?”

“Are ya still worryin’ about what’s-her-face?”

“I’m not worried,” she lied.

Turbo paused, and she knew he could see right through her. After deliberating for a minute, he said, “She’s fine. Believe me. I saw her.”

She looked at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “When you were unconscious, she came to have a peek at ya. Seemed perfectly alive to me. She’s just got bruises n’ she sounds like an old man.”

At that, Mavis could not help but snicker a bit. It felt good to laugh, even for a couple seconds. Settling down, she asked, “What’d she say to you?”

Turbo’s gaze wandered low as he thought. “Not much, but…” he mumbled, “if it makes ya feel any better, I let her know y’didn’t mean it. Had to explain to her what buffs were n’ everythin’.”

“Oh, great,” Mavis rubbed her forehead. “Great, thanks, T. Now she’s gonna think I’m some junkie loser.”

“Hmm. Maybe,” he said. “But are ya tellin’ me you’d rather she think of ya as a violent maniac?”

She sighed. “No. But ‘scuse me if I ain’t a fan a’ sprites thinkin’ I got a buff problem.”

There was something about his silence next to her that was concerning. He seemed to almost hold his breath, as if he was keeping words trapped in his lungs. She did not want to assume. Of all sprites, Turbo had to have been the one to know she was not an addict… right?

“Mavis,” he said lowly, and the lack of a nickname unsettled her. “You n’ me… We gotta talk.”

“...We are talkin’,” she told the ceiling.

“...About buffs.”

Her belly churned. “What’s there to talk about?” she asked, hostility creeping into her voice.

Automatically, his tone matched hers. “About how to never have a repeat incident a’ tonight.”

“Nope,” she chirped, rolling to leave the bed, but Turbo hooked an arm over her belly and pulled her back down. She began to protest, but he had rolled onto his side to face her, and his warmth radiated even deeper along that side of her body. It was just sedating enough to keep her there, but she refused to look at him. She just looked out into the darkness of his trailer, as if she would scurry off into it the moment he let her go.

“Will ya cool your jets for just a second,” he hissed, waiting a moment before loosening his grip on her and carefully stroking his thumb against her waist. She tried to focus on that sensation as he continued, his voice calmer. “Mav, I ain’t here to slap labels on ya or accuse ya of nothin’. I just got one point to make, n’ I’ll keep it short n’ sweet.”

“So do it.”

“Y’gotta quit takin’ buffs alone.”

“No.”

“Good,” he nodded, “this is good. We got that first ‘no’ outta the way.”

She merely groaned a bit.

He sighed. “Mavis, I ain’t thrilled to be talkin’ about this either. But I ain’t sayin’ you got a problem or an addiction or whatever. I ain’t even sayin’ you gotta quit takin’ buffs entirely. ‘Cause, hey, I like ‘em too, n’ it’s more fun doin’ ‘em together. But, like… y’gotta have someone to spot ya. Keep ya from overdoin’ it n’ gettin’ yourself in a freakin’ mess.”

“This was a freak incident,” she grumbled. “Up until tonight, I’ve flown solo just fine.”

“‘Kay, maybe that’s true, I dunno. But what I do know is… I mean…” his fingers squeezed into her waist a bit. “Y’slept through the worst a’ tonight. Y’don’t get how real it all was. It really, really almost happened, Mav. I... sat in that hospital waitin’ room for ages... waitin’ to hear if you’d survive the night. Even with a bunch a’ nurses helpin’ ya… everythin’ just hung on luck. You’re just… Y’know, you’re the luckiest n’ unluckiest sprite I know.”

As he spoke, Mavis’ defensiveness slowly softened, replaced by a grave, cold guilt. Imagining what it would have felt like if she had switched places with him… made her afraid of what she really had put him through. And now, he was actually opening up about it, so… it had to have been a big deal.

“So, what I’m gettin’ at is…” he shrugged. “Yeah, maybe this ain’t happened before. But it only took one time to put ya on death’s doorstep. If it ever happens a second time… who’s to say you’ll be so lucky again?”

Mavis stared into the darkness. “...I probably won’t,” she agreed softly, sadly, begrudgingly.

Turbo was quiet for a long time. She wondered if he was waiting for something, but she felt caught between her pride, her pain, and her heart.

For one thing, no one could tell her what to do, on principle. She could make her own decisions, good or bad.

For another, sometimes doing buffs alone was a more comfortable way for her to deal with some really ugly pain, the sort that no one else could ever see in her. Buffs worked faster than pleasant company. Buffs would never judge her. They would just take the pain away, and for once, she could enjoy being alone without the silence crashing down on her.

The thought of losing that option was sort of terrifying on its own.

Struggling with herself, she breathed ruefully, “Y’know I love risk-taking.”

“I know,” he whispered, more calmly than she expected.

There was a long, heavy, pregnant pause, but eventually, Turbo shifted. He scooted even closer to her, his arm bending as he squeezed her tightly against him. Behind her ear, she felt his breath for a moment before he nuzzled himself between her neck and the pillow, burying his face. He waited, his grip unrelenting.

Fumbling, Mavis prompted him softly, “...T?”

His voice low, hot, and muffled against her neck, he muttered, “Do I really gotta spell it out for ya that I don’t want ya to die?”

With that, her heart blew all other arguments out of the water.

Chest burning, she shakily took hold of his arm and squeezed. “No. No, I know…”

“So stop takin’ buffs alone,” he insisted softly. “...Please.”

Mavis turned her face to the ceiling again. She fought the uncertainty that she could actually do it. She told herself to at least try… but then decided that trying was not enough. She had to do it, and she could do anything. She was Make-it-freakin’-Mavis, and she did not have a buff problem.

“Alright,” she sighed. “I will.”

Turbo paused, but within seconds, he leaned in to find a firm grip on her and flipped her against his body as he rolled on his back, ending with her lying on top of him. Wide-eyed, a bit disoriented, Mavis said with a half-smile, “What the hell, T?”

“Ya gotta look me in the eye n’ say that,” he explained. “And a’course, y’gotta take the sacred vow.”

Between their faces, he held out his pinky finger. He watched her expectantly, not quite smiling yet.

“Is that really necessary?” she smirked, nodding at his hand.

“Oh, damn right it is, ‘cause I really wanna believe ya on this, Cherry Bomb,” he nodded briskly. “And don’t act like you didn’t start the tradition.”

A small laugh blew from her nose. Trying to ignore how daunting the promise she was about to make was, she just thought about how glad she was that his bad mood was letting up even a little bit. So, she complied. Looking right into his glowing yellow eyes, she locked her pinky over his. “No more buffs alone. Promise. Okay?”

“...Okay,” he released her hand, finally showing a bit of a satisfied smile.

Mavis made no movement to get off of him. This was the most contact she had with him all night, and it felt fantastic. She settled down, resting her chin on her crossed hands over his bare chest, and let his heat glow deep into her belly. But it was still not enough. Every inch of her left untouched still had that cold, ghostly quivering beneath her skin. It was not until she felt Turbo’s fingers in her hair that she realized she had been dissociating.

She perked up, and found him watching her contentedly, a peculiar look in his eye.

Mouth twitching into a smile, Mavis asked, “What’re you lookin’ at?”

“Hmm. I’unno,” he hummed, lightly scratching the back of her head. “Your eyes are finally dark again.”

Oh. Mavis was not sure why that in particular made her face flush with heat, but it sure did. Her gaze jumped away, and she chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, well,” she muttered, “you’re still pretty blindin’ there, Bright Eyes.”

His chest hopped with a short laugh. “C’mon, the glow’s a courtesy. They’re free torches for when you’re lost in my--”

Almost before she realized it, Mavis had pulled herself up to kiss him. Just once at first, soft and chaste, but enough to catch him off guard. When she pulled back to check his reaction, he looked at her with raised brows and a hint of a smile. “...Hey,” he purred.

“Hey--” she cut herself off by kissing him again. She could hardly restrain herself. All she wanted was contact. All she wanted was to feel something good after the numbness and anxiety of the whole night. Propping up against the pillows, she caressed his hair while he held her waist gently. He needed to touch her more. It just was not enough.

She kept her forehead against his once the kiss broke. Her eyes were closed, but she could tell by his voice that he was smiling a bit. “Someone’s in a mood, all of a sudden.”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “I need you.”

With that, she sat up, straddling his lap. He watched her from the pillows with confused eyes, but they widened when she tossed her shirt off over her head. She was just about to dive right back in, but the concerned look on Turbo’s face stopped her.

“Uh,” he said as gently as he could, “no offense, babe, but, y’know, I ain’t exactly in the mood to fool around.”

Mavis sat there on his hips, really feeling how cold the air outside the blankets was on her bare skin. She felt her face heat up again and her gaze wandered. It was not the rejection that was embarrassing, as that was not her real desire in the first place. It was the fact that she had to take plan B to get what she needed… communicating. Always with the communicating.

“No, I know,” she said quietly, twisting her finger. “I ain’t, either.”

“...Uh huh. Then...”

“Just-- Can you just--” she stammered, carefully grabbing his hands and bringing them to her hips, “just, like… touch me. Like… plain ol’ touchin’. I, uh… still feel kinda off in my code, n’ it’s weird n’ gross n’ drivin’ me crazy, so…”

After sizing her up for a second, he sat up. “Alright, if you insist,” he said with a grin. “Where?”

She swallowed. “...Everywhere.”

“Hmm!”

So he began running his big, warm hands all over her body, pressing hard per her instructions. Resting her elbows over his shoulders, Mavis tried to let everything go. Every stress from the last twenty-four hours was not allowed to exist in that moment. The spiraling thoughts that drove her to use the Spells. The deeply upsetting hallucinations. The hospital stay. The anxieties over the promise she made. The guilt, fear, and shame over what she had done to Maribo, what she had done to Turbo… banished. All that was left was the heat of skin-on-skin contact, and the motion of his code against hers, like a massage reaching deep inside and soothing the aches in her binary.

At a certain point, Turbo’s hands snaked slowly up her back, and suddenly, she was crushed against his torso. He hugged her so tightly to his body that she could feel her bones creak. Holding onto his shoulders, she mumbled, “Uh…”

Against the curve of her neck, he simply muttered, “Don’t make it weird.”

She saw little to argue with there. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him as well, settling into his shape, exhaling all the fear of her code blowing away into nothing. Something else swelled in her chest, and he squeezed her tight enough for it to float out.

“T…”

“Hm?”

“Uh… thanks… for bein’ there… for me. At the hospital.”

“...Yeah,” he whispered. “Don’t mention it.”

“And-- and for bein’ here,” she added. “With me. Right now.”

Turbo considered that, and responded only with a single, quick kiss on her neck.

It would still be some time before either of them fell asleep, and when they did, they would have no more than a couple of hours before having to part again. But in those hours, Mavis would sleep soundly, deeply, dreamlessly, kept warm, safe, and secure, held down by the weight of her anchor.

She would not let him down again.

Hopefully.

#wreck it ralph #turbo #make it mavis #maribo #the shitgoblins #fanfiction #au #oc #it gets shitgoblins shippy so watch out

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youkaiangel · 6 years ago

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Dragon Fire - Wizardess Heart OC Fanfic

Pairing: Felix x OC

Words: 3940

A/N: Okay the only reason I’m posting this is because I drew a CG to go with this story, and the one helps explain the other. This might be a little confusing because there is actually a bit of backstory behind this fic, but I hope I have done a somewhat decent job of explaining the necessary details in the below.

CG linked here.

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It was dark, but pleasantly warm, and the gardens were still and quiet. For the first few months at the academy the gardens had always seemed so eerie at night, but now after three years here I truly enjoyed the calm serenity of the garden path under the moonlight. Hiro, my sweet boyfriend of over a year now, had taught class tonight, and while I loved his classes, it also meant he had a lot of work to do afterwards and I didn’t get to spend the rest of the night with him. So I wandered back to my dorm in the day class block on my own.

I listened as the nighttime breeze rustled the leaves in the towering walls of vines and hedges either side of the path. It was so calming. The night air was heavy and thick though, and I almost wished the cool breeze had come to rustle my hair and not just the leaves.

A grotesque stench came wafting towards me and I wished for that breeze even more. Some poor little animal must’ve died nearby, the smell of rotting carcass choking the air around me. I covered my mouth and nose and pushed onwards a little faster.

Another whisper of leaves made me think there was a breeze, but when I heard the crunch of a twig I knew it wasn’t the wind. Perhaps something had come from the forest to feed on the poor dead animal. I wasn’t alone in the gardens.

I picked up my pace, trying to keep my footfalls quiet. I didn’t particularly want whatever scavenger was lurking nearby to find me as well. The stench was growing stronger, perhaps it was a larger animal that had died than I originally thought.

I could see the light of the dorm block at the end of this corridor of vines and plants, but it was still a long way off. If I sprinted I could probably make it there in under a minute.

Movement up ahead made me stop in my tracks. Short human-like shapes slunk through a gap in the hedge wall up ahead. Not just one or two, though, they kept coming from both sides of the pathway. There must’ve been at least a dozen of them.

Goblins.

I turned around, hoping I could outrun the feral little beasts, but I was stopped again. There were even more behind me, stumbling towards me like nimble zombies.

‘Shit!’

I should’ve picked up on it, I knew that gross stench, and it wasn’t a dead animal. I turned around again, to try to head towards the dorms. There seemed to be fewer this way, perhaps I could make it past them?

Not likely.

Goblins were classified as magical creatures of sub-human intelligence. They always roamed in big packs, there had to be at least twenty around me. While reaching for my bag to grab my wand, I thought back to the last lesson I’d had on goblins, trying to think of a way out of this situation, but the only thing that was coming to mind was my biggest problem; they were impervious to most magical attacks.

My hand hesitated on my bag, knowing my wand would be futile anyway. The gross, mottled-green leathery skin of theirs made goblins very difficult to kill, and even some of the strongest magical attacks couldn’t pierce their hides. I wracked my brains for something else, something that could help me, some useful bit of information about the monsters as I watched their stumpy round pig-like faces drawn nearer.

They like shiny things. What if I throw an earring or my necklace to distract them? It probably won’t distract all of them for long enough.

They were only about ten feet from me now.

They can swim well. That doesn’t do anything to help me now.

The ones behind me were closer. I moved a step forward, away from the monsters, but I was only moving closer to the ones in front.

They like to fuck things.

Granted, it wasn’t something I ever learned in class, but it was something I knew very well about goblins. As they drew nearer and nearer a vivid memory swam up to the front of my mind; my mother surrounded by a pack of the gross goblins, tearing at her clothes, pulling at her arms and legs, pushing her to her knees and forcing themselves upon her. It was seven or eight years ago now, and my mother had made it out alive, but all I could do was hide and watch while my mother was defiled by the grotesque creatures, all to protect me. They were after me. And here they were again.

I chanced a glance at the crotch of one of the nearest monsters and there poking out from under the pot-belly not quite covered by the undersized soiled singlet shirt that was it’s only clothing, was a small but firm penis. I glanced around at the other few who weren’t wearing anything below their fat bellies and sure enough they were all the same.

These goblins were here to fuck.

‘Shit!’ I groaned again.

They were surrounding me in seconds. All of them were breathing heavy, an occasional grunt or whine coming out of them. I realised too late I probably could’ve used magic to make a hole in the hedge wall beside of me, but the goblins were already three deep either side of me, blocking my path in all directions. They barely came up to my shoulders, but their size wasn’t the most intimidating thing about them. Their shiny, black, hungry eyes and sharp yellow teeth were what frightened me most.

Gangly fingers tipped with dirty talons reached out for me. ‘No!’ I swatted them away but I didn’t have enough hands to stop all of them. They grabbed the back of my uniform, the little razors on the ends of their fingers digging into the fabric, through until their knobbly knuckles were on my back. I spun, trying to swat away all of them, but there were too many. They kept grabbing at my clothes, at my jacket, and as I spun I felt it ripping.

‘Fuck! Get off me you little freaks!’

One of them came in closer. I pushed against its forehead, but not nearly hard enough. I was too afraid to even touch it. Too little too late anyway. It reached its scrawny little arms up to grab hold of the front of my torn jacket and pressed its smelly self against my leg.

‘Gross! Get off me!’

I bashed harder against its forehead, while it pressed it’s face into my chest. It seemed to whine with every strike, but it didn’t do anything to get it off me. Nothing worked. I could feel its stumpy little cock rubbing into my thigh, its claws tearing the side of my jacket, ripping through my waistcoat and shirt. I struck harder at the top of its head, but it didn’t even react. It just nuzzled it’s face into my chest and kept grinding against my leg.

The dorms weren’t far away and if I screamed maybe someone would hear me.

‘HELP!’ I screeched as loud as I could. Hopefully someone heard me.

Another goblin came in behind me, grabbing on to the sides of my skirt and pulling. I swung my elbow back to hit it in the face, and it flinched and snarled at me but didn’t let go. Its hard, round belly pressed into my ass, its scaly knees rubbing against the back of my legs, while it grunted and squirmed around, trying to press against me.

No one was coming.

More hands clawed at me, the whole swarm of goblins surrounding me. All of them were whining and groaning now. I was screwed. I cried out again at the top of my lungs, ‘HELP!!’ I could see the dorms in the distance, but no one came out.

I didn’t think the situation could really get any worse, but a small explosion behind me made me jump out of my skin, my heart thundering hard and fast. It might’ve been someone coming to the rescue though, as a couple of the goblins fell to the ground, screeching loudly.

Before I could turn to look, a hand wrapped around my arm. The grip was firm and reassuring, not the same pining clawing like the goblins’, and the hand’s owner pulled me back, out of the circle of goblins. They yanked me back hard, my feet stumbling to try to keep up with the movement. The goblin in front of me fell on its face as I was pulled away from it. My rescuer pulled me behind him and I caught a glimpse of who had saved me.

Felix.

My heart stopped.

What is he doing here? Is he following me again? Is he fucking stalking me?! Is he trying to kidnap me again?!

Memories flared up of the five hellish weeks I’d spent trapped in his little underground lair, watching him come and go and completely ignore me, of the Lilith-like monster of a succubus that dwelled inside me that he’d managed to unleash, and of all the chaos that had ensued in controlling my newfound dark side after I managed to escape. He’d shown himself three times since then and I still had no idea what the hell he wanted, either with me or his alleged plans for total world destruction.

‘Stay behind me.’

His voice was dark and firm. He held on to my arm tight with his right hand, holding his left up to the goblin hoard. He didn’t even look at me, just kept his eyes trained on the monsters stumbling forward.

The goblins were all screeching, unintelligible frustrated grunts and yelps coming from them. They looked angry now. All except one of the ones that had been knocked down climbed back up to join the ramble ambling towards Felix and I, stumbling over their fallen comrade’s body.

A ball of dark energy gathered in Felix’s hand, crackling like black lightening. It grew until it was as round as his palm, and then he released it. The dark magic was like a bomb, exploding on contact with the first row of goblins stumbling at us. Half of them were knocked down, blown a few feet back, but most of them climbed up again, only three of them staying down now.

‘Persistent monsters,’ Felix muttered.

If these beasts were difficult for even Felix to kill, I had no chance to beat them on my own. But it was out of the frying pan and into the fire. As much as I didn’t like the idea of being raped and mauled by a rabble of goblins, falling prey to Felix again wouldn’t be much better. I didn’t have much choice though.

The goblins were drawing closer again, but Felix didn’t back down. He pushed me further behind himself, releasing my arm for half a second, only to grab hold of my hand with his left.

The skin on skin contact was enough to blank out my mind. I’d been training for months to try to control the power his touch had brought out of me. I could feel her, swelling inside my chest, trying to rise up out of my throat, but I was stronger now and I pushed the psycho bitch down again. Felix’s hand on mine wasn’t making it easy though. She wanted him.

She couldn’t have him.

Did Felix even realise what his touch was doing to me? Was he doing this intentionally? Was he trying to bring her out of me? Why?

I watched another ball of black energy gather in his palm, aimed squarely at the goblins. Within seconds the ball had grown to the size of the goblin’s ugly heads, much larger than the last attack. I heard him mutter over the crackle of the dark magic, ‘begone, foul beasts,’ and he released the attack.

The dark magic bomb shot straight at the goblins. I ducked behind Felix, using him as a shield against any blow back from the attack. The shock of the explosion sent a gust of wind rushing past us, whipping his cloak back. But Felix didn’t flinch, standing firm and holding my hand tight.

My ears rang for a brief moment, but they quickly returned to normal. I chanced a peek out from behind Felix’s shoulder to see if it was safe now. Most of the goblins had been knocked down, and less than half of them were climbing back up to their feet, only a couple at the back of the pack still able to fight on. But they were still fighting on.

I could outrun them now though. If I could get free of Felix’s hand, I could run back towards the Academy and escape both the goblins and Felix. I wriggled my hand, squeezing my fingers together to try to slip from his grip. He didn’t let go. Most of the goblins were all motionless and bleeding on the cracked pathway. The rest, maybe eight of them, were coming closer, and Felix stayed focused on them. If I was going to run I had to go fast, otherwise the goblins may be able to catch me. With my free hand I pushed against his wrist, trying to slide my hand out of his.

He shot a glare over his shoulder at me. ‘Be still.’

I froze up.

He turned back to face the goblins, his grip on my hand tight. There was no way I’d be able to subtly break free. And with several angry goblins charging over their pack’s fallen bodies towards us, I didn’t like my chances alone. Felix still didn’t move, he just stood there, waiting. I slunk behind him, trying to keep my body shielded as much as possible, Felix bending his arm behind his back to keep me close.

Felix held his hand up in front of his mouth. I couldn’t quite see what he was doing. He was taking an awful long time. The goblins didn’t even look like they wanted to fuck anymore, they looked like they wanted revenge. They were coming closer and he wasn’t doing anything.

If he wasn’t going to fight, I wanted to run. I pulled on my hand again, trying to break free, but he held firm. He leant forward ever so slightly towards the goblins.

Fire consumed the pathway in front of us. The white light and intense heat were incredible. I held up my free arm to shield my eyes, but it didn’t do much. I glanced at Felix, the flame obviously coming from him. I couldn’t really see if the fire was coming from his mouth or the hand still held in front of his mouth, but the sight of the pale dragon breathing searing hot white flame out at the monsters attacking us… he was protecting me.

The flame exhausted as Felix stood up straight again. Blackened goblins bodies littered the pathway in front of us, while the last two of them were screaming off back the way they came. The plants on either side of the pathway were alight, flowers and leaves crackling and burning with golden flame.

A loud screech came out at us from my left. One goblin had escaped the blaze and darted out at us from the darkness.

Felix yanked me backwards, turning to place himself directly between the goblin and me. He kept his hold on my hand, drawing it in firmly behind his back and shielding me from the creature. He grabbed it by its scrawny neck, hoisting it up off its feet, and it screamed and kicked, one hand clawing at Felix’s arm, the other reaching for his face. A crackle of dark black magic zapped out of Felix’s hand on the goblin’s throat and it froze stiff as a board for one second, before collapsing, limp and lifeless.

Felix dropped the corpse, tossing it over towards the pile of dead bodies littering the pathway. They were all either dead or gone, and the immediate threat was over. There was another threat though burning in the vines, and the biggest threat of all still holding my hand.

I wanted to put the fires out. They were only small but they would burn up the whole garden if I didn’t stop them. I tried to pull my hand free again, but he still wouldn’t let go.

‘Let me go,’ I demanded. I shook my hand, pushing against his wrist with the other. My fingers started to slip free. ‘Let me go!’ I repeated. He did as requested, his long fingers loosening off from mine.

I went straight for my bag, pulling out my wand from the front pocket. Felix took a step back and held up his palm towards me, but before he could chant any of his obscure spells I called out, ‘Sabo Aqua.’ My spell summoned a stream of bubbles from the tip of my wand, which I aimed at the fires in the vines. I stepped around Felix to extinguish the flames on both sides of the pathway.

The plants were charred and now dripping with water, gaping holes in both sides of the wall of flowering vines. More than a dozen blackened goblin bodies were piled across the path, dark pools of blood creeping over the brick pathway, seeping into the cracks. The goblin stench was foul, obviously worse from their recent deaths. And Felix had done all this, to protect me?

I turned around to look at the dragonkin behind me. He was just standing there, watching me. Why did he watch me like that? What did he want? I needed to know.

‘What do you want?’ I held my wand tightly in my hand, but I didn’t point it directly at him. I didn’t need him to feel threatened, or have any reason to use any sort of magic on me.

He didn’t answer. He just kept watching me.

Why didn’t he answer me?!

He’d never told me anything before; what he was planning, what he was doing, what he wanted. That wasn’t about to change now. I took a cautious step backwards and said in my best warning tone, ‘just stay away from me.’ I backed up another two steps, looking down to make sure I wasn’t going to step in blood.

‘I just saved your life.’

I stopped at the sound of his voice. I looked up at him again, but he just stood there still as a statue. Had he even spoken? It didn’t look like he’d moved. Was he telepathic now? No, that was stupid. But he did save my life, and I owed him a thank you at least. I owed him a lot more to be honest. I thought for a moment, and realised as much as I should’ve called Hiro, or any of the prefects to come and arrest him, I couldn’t turn him in after saving my life. ‘Yeah, okay,’ I said, ‘thank you for that. And I’m not gonna call the authorities to have them arrest you.’ I held my wand up at him as I took another step back, just to be sure, and reminded him, ‘just please stay away from me.’

He was quiet. He didn’t try to attack me, stop me, do anything to me. He just watched me. He blinked, slowly, his long golden lashes closing on his jewel-like eyes and then raising up again to reveal the beautiful gemstone colours again.

Fuck me, why are dragonkin all so pretty?

He was beautiful, and powerful, and everything I normally found insatiably attractive. He was brave, and he just rescued me. Hell, he even got injured in the process, a trickle of blood dripping down his right hand from where the goblin had scratched him. We may have had issues in the past, but I at least should’ve been more appreciative for what he did for me tonight.

But what the hell could I say? Or do? He couldn’t even tell me what he wanted.

Her.

The realisation dawned on me, he couldn’t admit what he wanted because what he wanted was the dark side of me. Zeus was just the same, he became obsessed with her when he was helping me to learn how to control it. It only made sense that Felix was just as curious, even if he didn’t want to be.

Is it really that simply though?

I went with my assumption and quickly explained to him, ‘I’m not what you think I am, alright? I’m not that thing anymore.’

‘I can see that.’ His reply came quick and smooth, his expression remained unchanged. And it didn’t help me in the slightest.

‘So, what do you want with me?’ I asked again.

He was quiet again.

If he wasn’t after her, then what the hell was he after? ‘Do you even know?’

‘No.’

Again, his answer was quick and smooth, like he’d even practiced it, or knew it was coming, but it caught me completely off guard. Was he really admitting he didn’t know what the hell he was doing here, or why he risked his life to protect me? Why the hell would he do that? What man on the planet would ever admit to not knowing something? God I’ve been hanging around with Zeus too long.

Felix was strange, there was no denying that. But he obviously wasn’t here to hurt me right now. He would’ve done so already, or just let the goblins do the job. I lowered my wand. ‘Thank you… for your help…’ I murmured. ‘But, please leave me alone.’

I glanced down at the ground to shuffle around the goblin corpses at my feet. Felix didn’t move, and he wasn’t trying to stop me. I moved another step further away, and he didn’t come after me. I turned and ran.

I had to jump over several corpses, and I nearly stepped in blood twice. But I just ran.

Eighty feet to the dorm. I was clear of the goblin carnage, my feet pounding down the path to the dorms.

Sixty feet. I prayed to god Felix wasn’t chasing me, but I didn’t dare look back.

Forty feet. My bag was slipping off my arm. I clutched at the strap on my shoulder, the heavy thing bouncing against my hip.

Twenty feet. I hadn’t run in weeks, god I needed to get back into running again. Especially if Felix and goblins were on the prowl.

I slammed into the dorm door, muttering the stupid spell to open the door and wretched it open to throw myself inside and slam the door behind me.

I was safe. I was inside the dorm. No one had chased me. I peeked out the window beside the doorway, and I couldn’t see anything in the darkness of the gardens, not the goblin mess, not even Felix.

Was he gone? Should I tell the prefects?

No. I’d already told him I wouldn’t get him arrested. He did save my life.

Why did he do that? Why did he save me? Why was he even there? Why?

He didn’t even know why, so it was stupid for me to try to figure it out.

But he protected me. He pulled me from danger when no one else was coming. He put himself between me and the goblins. He breathed fire to stop my attackers. He held me tight behind his back to keep me from harm.

That had to mean something, right?

#felix #wizardess heart #shall we date #shall we date wizardess heart #wizardess heart fanfic #original character

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softstraykids · 7 years ago

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han jisung|soulmate au

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member: han jisung genre: very fluffy summary: soulmate au! your soulmate bond was to be able to feel the emotions of your soulmate. so when you finally meet jisung. he is set on making you feel better about yourself. he whisks you off to a unforgettable date filled with endless affection requested: yes

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when you were younger you had absolutely no idea what was your soulmate key

you didn’t have a tattoo, or couldn’t see colours or anything

but as you grew older

it became clear

you felt him

you felt the emotions of your soulmate

it didn’t mentally affect you but you could feel everything they were feeling

it was like there was a separate person in your heart

which there kinda was

when you get pangs of happiness because of him

you can’t help but break out into the biggest grin

and when he’s feeling exhausted, helpless, upset

you want to cry and be there for him

when you were younger you absolutely loved your bond and it made you feel so much closer to him

but as you got into high school you had a love hate with your bond

you could feel nearly 75% happiness from your soulmate

but you were constantly down, you felt empty

you were filled with self hatred and insecurity

the people in your grade were judgemental as hell

and you were on the chubby side

to my readers who are skinny or average size i’m sure you’ve all understood how it feels to not 100% love your body which is why a main part of this fic is around self love

you could feel the whispers, laughs, people sizing up of your body

the voices in your head telling you, you weren’t good enough enough

and all you want to do is hide in a hole and cry

cover every single bit of your body and never have to see anyone again

you wished your soulmate didn’t have to feel your emotions

it would save him all the shitty feelings you felt

but jisung never ever thought that no matter how much he could feel from you

or how bad it was

from when jisung was younger

he absolutely adored the idea of soulmates

every single day he’ll check if a tattoo appeared on his body, or if he heard a voice in his head or something, anything

as he got older he became more and more helpless

but then he felt super happy when he was sad but it wasn’t him?

then he realised

THAT was his soulmate bond to feel his soulmate’s emotions

he loved it, it was like he could tell what you were feeling and how you were

he already felt connected to you

but as high school came around, the more sadness he felt from you

and it literally broke his heart tiny bit by tiny bit

all he wanted to do was find you and hug you tell you it was okay

and that he was there now

jisung wanted that day to happen so badly

and it did

you were just walking your dog, coco is her name

and suddenly she was barking super loudly and you were trying to calm her down

but your grip loosened on the leash and your dog bolted

“COCO STOPPPP” you groan out

before chasing after her not even looking up to see where you’re going

then you hear a guy’s voice calling

“YAH KKAMI WHERE ARE YOU GOING”

no it’s not hyunjin just wait for it lmao also i love kkami sm

for some bizarre reason you felt a rush of warmth at his soothing voice

but before you know it

CRASH

the guy and you crash into each other and topple down

and suddenly you’re on top of this REALLY REALLY GOOD-LOOKING STRANGER

who’s is making you heart go BADUMP BADUMP

and your lips are literally centimetres apart??!!

he gives out an adorable laugh and shakes his head cutely before saying

“hey i’m han jisung and are you okay?”

and you instantly melt into a puddle of goo because for some reason this guy has a really weird effect on you

“i-i’m okay, wait are you okay? i was the one to fall on top of you. i’m really sorry about that also i was chasing after my dog and not looking where i was goin-” you say rapidly

before being interrupted by two dogs barking

kkami and coco were together barking at you two happily and if dogs would be looking full of themselves that’s how they would look

you sigh in relief seeing coco

“coco you scared me” you say to coco finally getting off jisung

as both of you stand up properly

jisung cutely tells kkami off“don’t run away from me again hyunjin would kill my guts if anything happened to you”

you felt your soulmate emotions they were super strong, stronger than ever

a mix of happiness, anticipation, and relief

before you knew it you couldn’t help but blurt out

“this is really random but is your soulmate key feeling your soulmate’s emotions”

jisung looks at you in complete shock his mouth wide open

then he finally says “y-yes it is”

your mind is whirling and your heart is increasingly beating faster

you try to focus your mind on the most depressing thoughts possible

before saying curiously “did your soulmate just feel sadness?”

he looks at you even more bewildered “she did”

then you felt the biggest rush of just pure love from your soulmate

and you look up at jisung

who had the most heart melting smile in the world, making his cheeks puff out

“actually you did” he says in awe

and you can’t help but smile as you knew han jisung was your soulmate

before you know it

jisung barrels into you hugging you super tightly

and you of course reciprocrate

he whispers out soothingly and full of love

“why are you always so sad, i want you to be happy and smile prettily like you just did then. whatever the reason i’m here for you now okay?”

and before you know it tears are streaming down your face

not just because you felt so so happy but also because of how annoyed you were at yourself for worrying him

“stop don’t blaming yourself remember i can feel what you’re feeling. i don’t blame you whatsoever. all i want is you to be okay” he says firmly but sweetly stroking your hair still hugging you

“it’s just annoying because it’s a stupid reason why i’m so upset’ you say your voice still shaking and filled with frustration

“no reason is stupid okay? please tell me” he says softly finally looking at you

but still having his arms around you

with a broken smile he wipes your tears away

then super gently kisses your forehead

you take a deep breath before saying your voice full of bitterness

“i hate how i look, i’m so insecure about my body, i don’t even want to go out in public because i feel like people are judging me. my friends make snarky side comments. and my parents don’t care”

“i know it’s stupid but i can’t help it” you mutter out not meeting jisung’s eyes scared of the judgement

you felt jisung lifting your chin to meet his eyes

“tell me how i feel” he says sweetly smiling softly at you

and you did

you could feel how much he genuinely cared, how he was worried, and how much he understood

jisung could instantly see the understanding in you eyes

he genuinely said to you “i genuinely think you’re so so beautiful. every single bit of you. and eventually i want to make you believe that too”

your breath catches in your throat as he says that

hope but also disbelief fills you

jisung raises one eyebrow at you questionably

you blush knowing he can feel your disbelief

“okay okay i get it baby steps. come on i’ve always wanted to go on a date.” jisung says reassuringly and excitedly

you’re like shook to the core

“you’ve never gone a date??!!!” you exclaim in surprise

he laughs and shakes his head “have you?”

“well no” you mutter out

he laughs even harder at your response

“HEY! i guess i just thought someone like you would of at least gone on a date” you say pouting

“ooo do you think i’m good looking” he teases wiggling his eyebrows and smirking

“oh shut up” you say while teasingly cross your arms

“you look adorable when you’re pouting, with your cheeks all puffed out” he says sweetly

you can’t help but blush before poking jisung’s chubby cheeks too

he pouts at the same time and you laugh

jisung can’t help but smile brightly hearing your laugh

and feeling proud he made you feel better and stop crying

“your cheeks are always puffy” you say with a smirk

“shhhhhhh, let’s go to hyunjin’s place to let him play with the dogs and i can finally take you on a date” he says excitedly

before you can even make a sound he grabs your hand

and drags you to the other end park

bringing coco and kkami with him

you arrive at hyunjin’s place after a short walk which you spent laughing and joking around with jisung

you’ve never connected to a person this easily before

and it literally felt you found our other half

he instantly became as important as family which makes zero sense but emotionally it make perfect sense

before you knew it jisung’s swinging the door open and shouting

“I’M HERE!!!”

you hear a young voice probably a first year in high school say

“NO ONE CARES!!!”

jeongin rejecting jisung again

“I BROUGHT MY SOULMATE???” jisung adds hesitantly

you could hear 8 male voices screaming “WHAT??!!!!”

the first person skidded right in front of the doorway

he was really small and he was wearing all black but with really cute and soft features

lol changbin don’t murder me in my sleep i love you

he looked at jisung then you then at your hands which were still intertwined

“shit.” he muttered

before full out shouting “SHIT!!” as a another guy with a justin bieber 2010′s hair cut jumped on him

felix you my bias and i support and love you and NEARLY everything you do but that hairstyle needs to go

he gave you an adorable smile “hey i’m felix and this is binnie”

the guy in all black grumbled out and rolled his eyes before saying with a soft smile towards to you“it’s changbin actually”

“no it’s binnie” felix says adamantly

you say with a shy smile still super nervous for meeting jisung’s friends

“i’m y/n? but wait i thought this was hyunjin’s place?” you ask hesitantly

“did someone say my name?” says a gorgeous guy as he poked his head through the door way before breaking into a bright smile

“KKAMI!!” he shouts as kkami runs to him yapping happily

“and that is hyunjin not even caring about me” jisung says jokingly

“at least i care more than jeongin” hyunjin retorted before giving you a shy smile of a greeting

then another guy popped in through the door way he had silver/blond curls

“wait you’re not kidding, this is your soulmate?” he asked bewildered

“hi” you timidly say as jisung loudly says “YUP” at the same time

“i’m chan and i wish you luck with this guy” he says welcomingly before jerking his finger at jisung

“HEY! I’M NOT THAT BAD!!” jisung exclaims

another guy pops in through the door way and butts in

“you are jisung. you’ll be doing all the cleaning” he mutters bitterly

before brightly smiling at you and introducing himself as seungmin

“guys we’re crowding the doorway let’s go in” chan says

everyone finally goes into the living room

where you see three other guys and your thought is wow they’re a large group

“y/n this is jeongin, woojin hyung and minho hyung” jisung introduces his three other friends

“hey? it’s nice to meet you” you say shyly again

“wait hyung wasn’t lying???!!!” jeongin exclaims showing off his cute braces smile

“okay i’m officially annoyed i’m the oldest how come i didn’t find my soulmate yet?” woojin pouts cutely

“ignore the rest of the guys except maybe chan. i’m minho and i think i’ll be the first to say since these guys are idiots but CONGRATULATIONS!” says minho before clapping excitedly and hugging both of you

“GROUP HUG!!!” felix shouts happily interrupting the grumbles

and suddenly you’re surrounded by all these guys

and you can’t help but smile feeling like they’re really a family

the moment the hug breaks jisung announces with a big grin

“okay i’m taking y/n on a date take care of coco for us”

handing coco to hyunjin since BINNIE was playing with kkami smiling and cooing

dark concept where?

“sure but when you come back stay with us for a bit and we can tell you embarrassing stories of jisung!” jeongin mischievously says

“oh please no” jisung groans

“and pictures!!” adds woojin

you laugh and say “that sounds great!! i’ll buy you guys some fried chicken for dinner!”

you hear excited cheers and comments from all the members

“WOW YOU’RE AMAZING I ALREADY LOVE YOU”

“okay i 100% approve completely of your relationship”

“jisung really doesn’t deserve you”

“why couldn’t you be my soulmate”

you laugh brightly genuinely feeling great around these boys

and you can’t imagine anyone could feel down around them

“let’s gooooooo” jisung says excitedly dragging you out of the place in a rush as you hear byes from all the guys

jisung brings you to the city where all the street shops are with the vendors and so many shops high end and cheap brands alike

“i’ve always wanted to have a date here, hold hands, shop and eat stuff while wearing couple outfits and just having a blast!” he says happily

you can’t help but smile at his excitement before realising he said

“couple outfits??!!” you blurt out in surprise

“yupppp come on let’s go to my favourite shop” he says before you can protest leading you there holding your hand firmly

once you arrive there jisung immediately starts looking for stuff and so do you

to be honest you like shopping but you hate changing clothes and seeing your body in the mirror

and if something doesn’t fit it makes you feel like complete shit

but since jisung was so excited you couldn’t help but be too

that boy just made you smile and then smile even more

“Y/N I FOUND IT!!” he says excitedly

you go over to him as he’s holding black original vans, black caps with rings through the corner, and red black matching flannels

you gotta admit the outfit is really cute but

“um jisung you’re wearing plaid right now??” you ask confused

“oh don’t worry i have like 10 different flannels” he says dismissively

“10??!!!!” you exclaim in surprise

“yup now go try this on, we both have black jeans on so just grab a black shirt or singlet on the way” he say lightly shoving you towards the direction of the changing rooms

you hesitantly change your clothes

and having one glance at your body brings an overwhelming feeling of annoyance, shame and just pure negativity

you take a look of your body and can’t help but thinking of at least 10 things on the spot you want to change

less bulky legs, less fat on the lower bit of your stomach, slimmer arms and the list keeps on going

you huff and close your eyes shut trying to not look at yourself while you put on the loose comfy black t shirt you found

and you heard a knock and you open the door slightly

to see jisung leaning on the side

“yes?” you ask

“just remember i love you and every bit of you. keep that in mind as you change” he says sweetly before sneaking a kiss on your nose

before leaving to change himself

you can’t help but blush and the proceed to slide down the wall

you felt better knowing jisung accepts and loves you for you no matter what you look like

it felt like a pressure lifting off your shoulders, you always wondered if your soulmate wouldn’t like you because of how you look

but that clearly wasn’t the case

with renewed vigor you put on the whole outfit

and for once you felt really cute with what you’re wearing

maybe it’s because jisung picked it but confidence swells inside of you

“wow you look amazing! actually we look amazing” jisung says brightly wrapping an arm around you as you come out of the change room

and you can’t help but smile back at him and say “yes we do”

he quickly swoops for a kiss on the cheek

“i told you were beautiful” he genuinely says

you have no response to that except for blushing bright red while he laughs at how cute you are

but a thought tugs in your head

maybe i am beautiful

jisung and you fought over paying but he ended up paying for both outfits

saying you were buying the chicken

you two spend the next few hours

buying heaps of stuff, more flannels for jisung

also both of you just ate whatever looks good

and you actually didn’t feel bad for eating nutella crepes for once

maybe it was because of what jisung did right after you took a bite

“you have some nutella there” jisung says wiping some imaginary nutella from the corner of your mouth

then suddenly he looks at you and then at your lips

and you feel him getting nervous but in love?

then before you know it he has lips on yours

you rest your hand on his cheek bringing him closer

he can’t help but smile as he kisses you

making you feel like your heart is literally bursting to the brim with love

the kiss was passionate but still soft and it was filled with affection

you two finally break apart with you blushing and him smiling

before you know it you blurt out softly “i love you jisung”

he smiles back at you brightly making your heart melt once again

“i love you too beautiful” he says with so much love

jisung will tell you that everyday and you eventually end up believing him

and loving yourself but it was nowhere close how much jisung loved you

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my moodboard take with creds!!

ALL OF YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEINGS INSIDE AND OUT!! self love is so important and whether you end up finding it through just yourself or someone else whether that’s a friend a boyfriend a family member. it does not matter! just wanted to give this message through a scenario. also realised how much flannel the guys wear should i just make all whole collection of them wearing flannel lol if one person says to do it i will. anyways i hope you guys liked it!!

as always don’t be afraid to leave me a message, a request or an anon!!! i always love hearing from you guys and getting your thoughts, feelings and feedback!!

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justpan · 7 years ago

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It had taken a few months before things returned to some semblance of normalcy around the camp.

So much has changed since your divorce, you obviously weren’t staying with Peter in the tree house anymore. You stayed in a tent for a few weeks before you found a really nifty tree.

There was a medium sized hole hidden by the large roots, you had fallen through and landed in a sort of dirt cave. You walked around a bit and found it was very sturdy, surprisingly well insulated.

With the help of a few Lost Boys you made it your new home, added some wooden boards to the walls and roof, a ladder, and a little door at the hole that you liked to cover with leaves.

There was also a change of dynamics with the Lost Boys.

While everyone was loyal to Pan and no one would rebel against him, most of the boys were being a lot more friendly with you now. Invited you to play more games and let you in on their other activities.

You appreciated that so much, during the day they would keep you busy and distracted, sometimes you even managed to have a good time, but still at night you would cry your eyes out.

You wished your feelings for Peter would just wither and die the way your heart had, but just the thought of him still made your heart skip a beat.

Peter had changed too, he was hardly ever around the camp other than actual camp business, like training and assigning the weekly duties. He avoided you like the plague during these time, often communicated with you through Felix.

You were with the boys listening to the stories of all their scars when you heard a very loud crow.

In all your years on this island you had never heard such a bird call, something was up.

You look up at the sky and search for what was responsible for that powerful crow, it only took you a second to spot the shadow.

It was carrying a boy dressed in black and red, you couldn’t make out much more from this distance.

‘Look out!’ the boy shouted as the shadow dropped him.

The boy landed on his feet and he stood confident as he looked around the camp.

‘Anyone want to tell why the creepy dark thing dragged me out of my room?’ the boy asked.

You got a good look at him now, he was a very athletically built, and quite stylish. A red triple Mohawk, red feather earring, a necklace of teeth that came from some beast, a small jacket that was half leather and tassels a belt to match. Under his ripped black pants red tights.

He looked fucking awesome.

‘What’s your name?’ you asked as you stepped forward.

‘Rufio, and yours?’ he smiled.

Well he was certainly handsome you couldn’t help but notice.

‘(Y/N), second in command around here.’ you replied.

‘Second? Who is in charge?’ he asked.

‘You’ll meet him later, after you get through me.’ you said as you took a fighting stance.

‘Excuse me? Not to offend but I don’t fight girls.’ he said politely.

‘Fight me, you can’t do anything around here until you do. Can’t meet the boss, can’t play our games or even eat until you face me.’ you explained.

This was how you placed the boys in their sections for training.

Rufio smiled as he took his own stance before charging at you.

The fight was a swift one, you had pinned him down as soon as he was in reach.

‘You held your arms out like a starfish when you attacked, we’ll work on that later, for now we’ll occupy those hands and put you with the clubbers. You’ll train with... where is he?’ you asked distractedly looking around for Felix.

‘Anyone seen-’

Just then Felix ran into the camp looking around frantically, it was only when his eyes landed on the colorful boy under you did they stop jumping around.

‘Rooster?’ Felix smiled.

You stood up and pull Rufio up, his eyes brighten as he looked back at Felix.

‘Oy Fruit Cake.’ he smiled.

The two boys stood there smiling brightly before finally running into each other’s arms.

You watch the two embrace each other for a moment before rolling your eyes in mild annoyance.

Of course he’s on Felix’s team as they say in your world, taken or gay, and this guy was both apparently. Oh well, no point in being bitter.

‘So I take it you know this boy...Fruit Cake.’ you teased.

Felix rolled his eyes as he pulled away from Rufio.

‘Shut it, this is my brother and he is the only who calls me that and lives.’ Felix said.

‘Brother?’ you asked.

‘Not by blood clearly, grew up together in the Emerald City.’ Rufio explained.

‘Emerald City? As in Oz, Felix you’re from Oz? Why didn’t you tell me?’ you accused hitting your best friend.

‘You never asked.’ he shrugged.

‘Still so quiet I see.’ Rufio smiled.

‘You’re still outrageously loud, I heard you miles from here, you damn rooster crowing all over the place.’ Felix retorted.

Rufio laughed before looking around once more.

‘Not that I’m complaining but where am I exactly? It was past midnight last I checked.’

‘In Oz it was, but here the day has barely begun. This is Neverland, and these are your new brothers the Lost Boys.’ you explained, gesturing to the whole camp.

‘Boys?’ he questioned, looking you up and down.

‘Oh I’m in fact a girl, a Lost Girl, the one and only. I basically turned these chumps into a well oiled killing machine.’ you introduced yourself.

‘Are you the only girl on this island?’

You scoffed with pure aggravation.

‘I wish.’ you said pointing down a path, at the end of it there was an annoyingly cute cottage.

‘Wendy, such a damn daffodil she cant even have a regular tent, the wimp would scream anytime a bug got near her. Not a Lost Girl at all, doesn’t train, doesn’t hunt, just eats our food and sings annoying useless songs while brushing her stupid hair.’ you griped.

‘She hates Wendy.’ Felix said simply.

‘I get it, I don’t like her and I haven’t met her yet. Why is she here then?’ Rufio asked.

‘I have a pretty good idea.’ mumbled as Peter walked into the camp.

It was true, while Peter admitted he was dumb to think I’d be friends with Wendy, he still needed to keep her here. You understood that, he using her to keep John and Micheal on his hook, but as of late he was being very friendly to the useless girl.

‘Meet your leader Peter Pan, I have other places to be right now.’ you said before walking away.

‘(Y/N).’ Peter said, stopping you in your tracks.

‘Speaking to me directly, what’s the occasion?’ you snarked.

Peter sighed.

‘The shadow brought a new boy I hear.’ he said.

‘Yeah, he is right here waiting for you to give him his tour and all that crap. Why do I need to be here...Pan?’ you spat.

‘I need you.’ he answered.

‘For what? Need me to collect dreamshade, collect wood for the fire, sharpen tools? Anything involves not being here right now?’

‘Dammit, Felix show him around.’ Peter ordered before he grabbing your arm and transporting you to some random clearing.

‘What the HELL?!’ you shouted, snatching your arm away from him.

‘I need you.’ Peter repeated.

‘For what, is little miss Wendy too busy singing songs about rainbows to satisfy you? If that’s the case then you better just wait it out with your dick in your hand, because you won’t get a damn thing from me.’ you glared.

‘The hourglass.’ Peter stated.

‘What about it?’

‘It’s running out, we messed with the curse now the sand is falling faster. It should last a thousand years, but now only eight hundred remain.’ he said seriously.

You looked in his eyes and saw the panic in them.

‘What do you need?’ you asked.

‘Same as before, true loves kiss.’ he confessed, not looking you in the eye.

You face went red with rage, you stomped up to him and slapped him with all your might.

You’d punch him more times than you can count during training and sparring, but you’ve never slapped him.

‘It’s NOT true love!’ you shouted.

‘Your love wasn’t real! My feelings for you were just another pawn in your long game! I thought it was real, you made me think it was all real! You told me that the love had to be on both ends and you LIED!’ you shouted as your eyes watered.

‘You only needed an idiot girl to fall for you, then you made me that idiot! Maybe I could forgive that one day, but you used me. It was the first time I had ever trusted anyone and you-’ you choked on your own words.

‘(Y/N) I never meant to-’ Peter tried to say, but you cut him off.

‘You never meant to what?’ you interrupted.

‘Never meant to hurt me? How did you think I would feel when you told me you were through with me? When you tried to throw me off the island? When you started parading around the island with Wendy? When you broke my heart?’ you sobbed.

You had cried every night with these thoughts in your head, but now you had said it all out loud and it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders.

‘You want your kiss? You want me to be your sand bag and fill your stupid hourglass for you, since that’s all I ever was to you. Fine, take all the damn sand I have, but one day the bag will be empty, and you’ll need a new fool.’ you said before you slammed Pan against tree and kissed him.

You kissed him with all of the emotion you had for him, the anger, the sadness and every bit of heart break.

Only this time there was no great wind, it didn’t work.

You pulled away and looked at Peter with wet eyes,

‘The bag is finally empty.’ you smiled before walking away.

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bashfulgnome · 7 years ago

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5 Years of Wrecking, Week 3, Day 6

5 Years of Wrecking Week 3 (Nov. 12 - Nov. 18): Hero’s Cuties Week Friday: Fanworks

A short piece about Tamora and Felix’s thoughts on how they came together, and some memories throughout their relationship. I know it’s a little late, but I wanted to make sure this one was properly polished since I didn’t have a chance to start writing it early. Enjoy!

Tamora wasn't sure what first attracted her to him. He was a nervous little guy, and looked like he'd fall over if she breathed on him too hard. But at the same time, he was quite earnest in his affection -- few would have been courageous (or suicidal) enough to approach her with such sentiments. She'd never seen anyone so entranced at the sight of her before.

“Jimminy jamminy! Look at that high definition—your face! It’s amazing…”

“Flattery don’t charge these batteries, civilian. Now state your business.”

Felix, for his part, had momentarily forgotten his own name; in his thirty years at the arcade he'd never laid eyes on anyone quite so gosh-darn captivating. He knew he wanted to—and had to—follow her, since half of the mess was his responsibility, but he didn't have the foggiest idea whether he could properly court such a formidable lady.

Even though at first glance, he didn't seem like the sort who could last five minutes in a life as chaotic as hers, he proved he could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her where it really mattered. As much as he took to old-fashioned romantic gestures and was easily disturbed by violence, he'd be a fighter if it was required of him. Tamora later discovered he had pretty good aim once she'd taught him the basics of her game's weapons, even if the recoil was a bit much for the handyman sometimes.

“You alright there? Damn thing almost took your shoulder clean off.”

“Oh my land, ma’am…I did it!” he laughed as he got up. “That target’s good and finished!”

But Felix was in his element in the pleasant surroundings of Niceland, the kind of place where nobody bothered to lock their doors at night. It was there where he'd eventually built them a house not long before they married, after seeing her smack her head against one too many low doorways in his apartment. Tamora wasn't going to have to put up with a home where she couldn't rightly stand up. It was the least he could do to be the husband she deserved.

She appreciated the pleasant surroundings, a physical and psychological break from the stress of Hero's Duty. Unlike her rather austere living space in her game, the simplicity and peace of their home put her at ease, and the nightmares were less frequent there. She didn’t know if it was the place itself or if Felix just made it so—he seemed to radiate an almost cloying, omnidirectional cheeriness, and she had to admit it was endearing.

“You’re smiling like you’re up to something, soldier. What’s so funny?”

“Ah, nothing. Just mighty pleased, is all.”

Felix found that Tamora was quite protective of him, which he initially figured was just a consequence of living in constant danger. It wasn’t often that anyone really tried to cross him—and in the past he didn’t leave his game very frequently anyway—but she’d throw one heck of a glare at anybody who looked like they were going to try anything. He wasn’t allowed into Hero’s Duty by himself until she’d trained him and provided him with his own weapon and armor. And she’d even saved him from several distressing conversations by unceremoniously picking him up and carrying him away without a word, leaving the other participant too confused to react. Of course, there was more to her habits than he realized.

Early on, she hated to have to bring up the topic of Brad, both for her own health and the knowledge that she didn’t want to give that shortstack even more reason to worry about her. If she really wanted to probe her thoughts, at the core she was plagued with the suspicion that all of it—her game, her backstory, her abrasiveness, her mannerisms, Tamora herself—would scare him away. But he had been understanding, and listened to the whole story in silence. The handyman even shed some tears, and offered her a retreat from the warzone. That was when she started spending nights in his apartment in the first place. And it was when she discovered that a gentle voice, listening ear, and warm touch could make PTSD a little more bearable.

“Fix-It, you’ve got more patience than even I’m capable of wasting.”

“Tammy Jean, don’t ever say that! You’re always welcome here.”

He wanted to be able to provide Tamora with a comfortable life. The events that brought them together made him painfully aware that he was lucky to be without the troubles—both pre-programmed and lived—that many others suffered. Such an amazing lady deserved the best.

And she wanted to let him into her life, give him a chance. He was the real thing, after all, and so was their relationship. It was indescribably comforting to know that something like this wasn’t just in her head.

As time passed, they didn't really notice the height difference much anymore. They'd both learned to accommodate it, whether in domestic tasks, intimacy, just walking through Game Central Station after-hours in search of adventure—it was natural for her to look down and meet his gaze on its way up.

“Hey there, hon.” She swatted down the bill of his hat. “You planning something for tonight?”

He pushed his hat back into place with a flick of his wrist. “It’s a surprise, Tammy~!”

Both of them enjoyed just resting there in each other's arms after lovemaking.

Tamora could hold all of Felix at once—it was a welcome result of his adorably small size—and it was just one of many things she loved about him. Burying her face in his hair and lightly tickling his sides elicited the cutest giggles from the handyman. Holding him brought her comfort, away from the dark corners of her own mind. His caresses were gentle and she would sigh as his hands doted on every inch of her. For her part, she went in for a deep kiss, gliding the tips of her curled fingers down the middle of his back as he shuddered under her touch. Without fail, he honeyglowed every time they were alone together like this, whenever he saw her enjoying herself.

Felix loved the feeling of Tamora holding him close. It made him feel cozy and safe, not to mention the contentment of knowing that his beloved wife was happy. For all her scars and muscle—oh, how he adored running his hands along them and hearing those relaxed sighs!—being enveloped in her arms was a surprisingly soft, warm sensation. The sergeant wasn't one to display her feelings excessively, so these intimate cuddles felt extra special.

And on that chilly night, as the evenings grew longer and the days slightly less hectic at Litwak’s Arcade (well, until the calm ended and the holiday storm of gamers arrived) Tamora lay awake just to reminisce and have a few more hours with Felix before their time together would again become compromised by the duties their games imposed. They’d been together for five years now—around four as husband and wife—and she still couldn’t believe how much things had changed for the better. One of these days she’d have to bring herself to thank Wreck-It for going Turbo in the first place.

“Time really flies, Felix. Tired of me yet?” Tamora smiled and pulled his hand towards her to kiss it.

Felix giggled and returned the gesture. “Oh you know I’m not, honeybadger, that’s just silly. You could’ve had anyone in the arcade—gosh, anyone you wanted. I’m honored that you chose me.”

His seriousness took her off-guard; it genuinely warmed her heart to hear those words out loud. Honeyglows of her own crept onto her cheeks as she ruffled his hair.

“Aww, you’re killin’ me here, babe. How am I supposed to follow that?”

“You don’t have to. I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

She chuckled. “You know I love you.”

He nodded. “Love you too,” he replied with a smile. “Whether we’ve got five more years here, or five hundred.”

And once again, curling around Felix and pulling up the covers, Tamora was reminded of just how lucky they both were.

#wreck it ralph #5 years of wrecking #hero's cuties #fix it felix jr #sergeant calhoun #happy anniversary!#my fanfics #wir fandom #wrecklings

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semi-imaginary-place · 5 years ago

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fe3h blogging 3 because i have no self control

wah. I don’t want to start BL because that would mean leaving Edelgard and Claude. I don’t care about dimirti as much. part 1 dimitri is so earnest though

i think blue lions was written first. 1 the two monthly missions that have to do with students’ families are both in BL (Ashe and Sylvain). I didn’t notice this at first because for some reason I got it into my head that one of them was in the black eagles and so i thought every house would have a “welp and now we kill your [insert family member]”. 2 two fairly important side characters at the monastery are related to BL students (Annette and Mercedes). Chapter 3 actually provides a intro for all the lords in their respective routes. Edelgard’s scene is serious but not especially sad, instead you can feel te fire burning within Edlegard and the scene shows how she’s willing to sacrifice the lives of those under her if she believes she is doing the right thing. Claude’s is actually quite light hearted in tone after the first few lines and it highlights the mystery surrounding him and makes him seem very sketchy. Chapter 3 in Blue Lions though is really sad. Ashe my baby boy. Here there is a sense of tragedy in the post battle scene.

My opinion of Gillbert slowly plummets as my opinion of Annette continues to rise. I mean absentee emotionally distant father? He doesn’t deserve Annette and her mom. Ok during Dimitri and Annettes C support about how being siblings would be nice, I’m like ummmmm you two are less than half a year apart. Annette is just small not young. its actually off putting to see Sylvain act like a decent person in Dedue’s supports. Underneath all that philandering and shitting on women, he’s actually a good dude and pretty smart, but wow I want to hit him sometimes. wow Felix is actually nice* to Annette. *well nicer anyways. He’s not mean to her. the “fight” Annette and Mercedes have in their B support is so stupid and now I need to get to the timeskip for it to resolve? wow.

I think Dedue like trauma latched (is that a thing???? I should go look up ptsd sometime) on to Dimitri. Like found the first person that showed a bit of kindness for him and clamped down. He sees himself as a tool of Dimitri, his entire existence is for the sake of another person. He hates Faergus for what it has done to Duscur but instead of helping to enact meaningful resistance against Faergus, he latched on to the first person that didn’t treat Duscur like scum. That’s not rational. Come to think of it everyone in blue lions need therapy like more so than the other houses (who could also use some)

And here I thought Sylvain was the one with self-worth problems, turns out Dimitri’s a part of the gang too. Its like he can’t see any good parts of himself. He is very earnest and straightforward. Also “you didn’t appear to be suppressing you emotions” huh really. not a topic you’re familiar with yourself Dimitri? Can’t remember if I’ve said this or not but why is Dimitri the only one to have a modified armored uniform.

Edelgard: tower, fortune, emperor. Linhardt: hermit. Mercedes: high priestess, strength. Ashe: star. Dimitri: moon, justice, devil?. Claude: sun, hermit?. Seteth: hierophant. Felix: chariot, emperor. Lysithea: magician. Flayn: lovers, priestess. Manuela: empress. Marianne: fortune, priestess, sun? death?. Ingrid: Emperor?. Bernadetta: hermit, moon. Dorothea: lovers, empress. Ignatz: hanged man. Caspar: justice, chariot

Ashe is such a good boy TT^TT

I always thought it hilarious that Lonato got Catherine’s name wrong, but no there was more to it than that.

Also I don’t get why Annette or her mom couldn’t just go to Garreg Mach. She didn’t need an excuse to visit a place, its not like you need a visa to enter. The school of sorcery and then officers academy sounds like such a roundabout way of doing things

I wonder what name Claude ascends the throne under. He likely only took up the name von Riegan upon entering Fodlan and probably used his father's family name before that. I wonder if Claude has an Almyran given name. If he tried to claim the throne under the name Claude von Riegan it’d kinda be an insult like spitting in the face of his people and that wouldn't gain him any favor in Almyra. But would he go under a fully Almyran name? He would be a more popular king showing himself as one of the people. However, I imagine that he'd keep the name Claude. Maybe he grew up with his parents calling him that maybe its important to him now that he's lived under it for ~7 formative years of his life. Coming to fodlan marked the beginning of claude carrying out his plan's to achieve his dream. Its also a period where he is devoid of his parent's guidance and presence. I'd also just say 16-23 is a pretty important period of identity building in a person's life. Its under the name claude that he finds people he wants to walk down this path with. Its an acknowledgement of both sides of his heritage. I wonder if his choice would be different in a non Verdant Wind route.

What if timelines get mixed up and 23 year old felix gets sent to right before glenn dies. 23 yo felix get teleported to an alternate universe or something and meets 13 yo felix. Felix angsts that glenn seems so young and how he's now older than him, maybe yells at his dad a bit and has a chat with 13yo felix.And then idk gets teleported back? Or worse gets trapped so now there 2 felixes running around and i dont know how thats going to affect the time line

Ashe would make the perfect court asassin. He has enough rank/political clout to get access to targets and its not suspicious if he is in proximity to them.But he's not important enough that anyone would pay attention to him. He's a knight and the lord of castle gaspard at most. He's like a minor lord not a duke or anything. Ashe has enough social and emotional intelligence to navigate social situations. He's easy to get along with and has that harmless sweet boy demeanor to him. He already is good at lock picking, sneaking around, and bows. All he need is some training from Shamir and Claude and Ashe would be unstoppable. The only thing stopping this is that Ashe is a genuine good sweet boy and hates deception. My boy is going to be a knight!

You know what Dimitri needs? A Raphael. Put the one who cant deal with his own emotions next to the emotionally mature on and maybe Dimitri will finally get the help he needs. They can train together too

Dimitri: Kill them all. Don’t let a single one of them escape. Sever their limbs and crush their wicked skulls.

Me: how about no. Kids, don’t do that.

(later) Dimitri: I will search for survivors

Me: Yeah the ones you didn’t kill

The more I learn about Dimitri’s childhood the more I’m like what the hell is wrong with Faergus??? The lifting rocks makes sense because Dimitri is ridiculous strong, but having a kid run all night in heavy armor, or waking an 11 year old up in the middle of the night and having them catch deer. ????? Also Flayn’s cooking and Dimitri’s taste buds are a good match. “Look at that young maiden wielding a giant lance. How adorable!” I mean that does sound pretty adorable actually.

Sometimes I think about how the officer’s academy is run as an institution and then I get a headache. The player character students we have number around 25 but you see npcs everywhere around garreg mach and there’s enough of them to fill a ball room. In talking to the students, a lot of them imply this is their first year at garreg mach which would imply that the officer’s academy’s course is 1 year long. This is also supported by the age range of the cast from 15 to 22 with most at 16-17 at the beginning of the year instead of having the younger and less experienced students at a different grade level. With a multigrade system unlikely though, how can we explain the number of students? There are 3 possibilities. First is that the class sizes are huge (conservative estimate is like 60/class, probably more based on cut scene estimates) with full day lecture classes. second is that there are only half day classes with half the students in morning class and the other half in afternoon class. Third is that there are actually more professors than shown.

The Central and Western Churches use the exact same rhetoric as shown in the Ashe-Catherine and Flayn-Seteth paralogues. We are divine and just and you are all heathens and sinners. Goddess this Goddess that. And both of them claim justifications for invasions under this rhetoric. Oh its not that you are politically inconvenient to me its that the Goddess says you are evil and I can’t argue with the Goddess so I have a moral obligation to strike you down. I wonder how many of them are actually delusional religious and how many are just using it as an excuse/cover.

I was thinking star or sun for claude because despite/because of everything he's an idealist. Like the sun guy in p3 akainori??? He take all that pain and tries to make the world a better placeInstead of a picture book though claude tries to revolutionize the worldAhhhhh I love this. theres so many narrative you can pull from these types of thingsDevil is like struggling with vice. Hubert's character arc deals withhis trouble connecting with people, his loyalty to edelgard, and what he has to do. Maybe justice? Rationality, jusgement, and themes of what is justice. Especially his convo with Hanneman that calls into question the execution of his fatherSeteth is probably hierophant as he's that one strict follow the rule book teacher we'vr all had. He also repeRepresents the chuch, authority, and the establishment (initially)Mercedes is a nurturing motherly type person with fits empress well. I take back the priestess statement from earlier. I think mercedes struggles are more external than internal (priestess is like more personal relationshio to spirituality and intuition). Wheel of fortune is an option? ?? Mercedes was born with a crest the her house fell and her step dad only wanted her mom for thr lamine crest. Then the church. then her adoptive dad wanting her for political gain theb the academy. A lot has been outside her control. Byleth is another good option for obvious reasons Edelgard is another good one given what happened in her childhood. If thing had been different she would be living a different life. Emperor could be another good one fore her since its about imposing your will on your surroundings

Dimitri’s stupid. I mean he’s using reasoning, but he’s jumping to conclusions when equally or more probable options are still there. I wouldn’t exactly believe Edelgard’s words either, but its clear Flame Emperor and TWSITD have their own separate agendas. Dimitrii’s “edelgard is the root of all my sufferings” is like the same reasoning as edelgards “the church and its systems are the root of all suffering in Fodlan” but worse, at least Edelgard is half right.

Its honestly disturbing how willing Dedue is to erasing his autonomy and personhood.

timeskip time~ JP dimitri speech tone is much more calm it makes the dissonance with what he is saying all the weirder. He just making up excuses for his bloodlust now. “they” are “evil” so its ok to slaughter them. also yay monarchists, is gilbert actually relevant in this route???. Fleche and Randolf are actually relevant in this route???? I really hate Faergus. why are all of you following dimitri on his suicide run. why would you let the man clearly not in a good mental place decide the course of the army????

ch14: I mean getting ready to torture someone is one thing. but actually threatening me? You’re on my shitlist dimitri. Boy. You dare threaten me.

Woooowww its like watching a bunch of lemming run off a cliff

Rodrigue gets a bad rap in fandom because its true he’s not a great dad, but I don’t think he’s rock bottom either. He and Felix have different world views and he just has no idea how to deal with Felix. I’d be quite funny if it wasn’t so sad.

Dimitri doesn't have a rational bone in his body

In other news I'm getting kind of annoyed at everyone in azure moon. Like heyyy maybe monarchy is a bad idea???

I read an interesting thought on why the prologue happened the way it did. tldr: smear tactic against the church. It'd look bad if bandits even got close to the nation's heirs. And even worse if they got injured or killed. If one of them died, edelgard could get an advantage

hot take: Claude is naive in the same way Griffith is naive

another hot take: Claude is Buddha. or maybe Claude AS Buddha. Specifically the birth prophecy thing of kingdom vs all of time space

oh to clarify its about how Claude wants to change not only Fodlan and Almyra but the whole world. The Buddha thing is that there was a prophecy that he would either be an excellent king or like a spiritual leader whose teachings would echo through time around the world. so I want an AU

me finding out about dorothea's and mercedes backstories: who do I have to kill

Its implied in the hanneman supports that hubert’s dad might have been a part of the insurrection to protect hubert

I was imagining Ferdinand and Sylvain interacting and Sylvain probably hates Ferdie's guts and then in got dark first Ferdinand dislikes nobles that aren't noble so he'd probably disapprove. sylvain would see sheltered ferdinand and want to make him suffer as he has. not to mention Ferdinand ... always looks forward, he's always trying to improve himself and I can see sylvain resenting that and himself. on the flip side both hold the chavalier position in their house, and they both appreciate the fine arts. like ferdinand is out here being an obnoxious good boy championing everything sylvain hates

me looking at all the dudes Mercedes can A support: none of you deserve her. what are you bringing HER in this relationship

the only thing i likea about faerhgus is their flag. which is just so aesthetically pleasing

petra and edelgard are foils for each other. they are princesses from opposite sides of a past war. both are dedicated to their nations and seek to become the person their country deserves. both are very driven. each was for a period of their life removed from their home country. but their positions are very different from one another. edelgard and petra also have a low key friendly rivalry where they motivate each other to strive for more. they should have had an A support

I've been avoiding jeritza because his character concept seems like an edgier dimitri. So I'm just here to say i like his deaign. Partly covered face + long hair? Its like the devs are out for me by pairing that with a personality I don't get along with

Unpopular opinion but ignatz's part 2 haircut is super cute

i know someone here was plotting out a persona 5 cross over, but the more I think of it, dimitri belongs in persona 4. that game's all about facing the parts of your personality that you don't want anyone else to see. I mean feral dimitri is basically his shadow, that part of him that he rejects

A supports/total supports Claude: 10/13 Sylvain 4/16 So here's a comparison of how their trust issues affect their relationships. Claude might be incredible closed off and even in his A supports, still be with holding important information, but given enough time he can still potentially bond with a great number of people. While on the other hand Sylvain has destroyed his ability to form meaningful connections with people, so half of his A supports are people he already has a bond with. Sylvain is a bitter resentful boy and its getting in the way of his life. oh those supports are excluding byleths

Sylvain is deliberately stupid which makes him the true idiot here

i've been wondering, does dimitri's super strength randomly activate or is he like that all the time

Dimitri and sylvain. When 1+1=0

Chess club edelgard, hubert, sylvain, claude

Edelgard assumes there will be costs and doesn't try to find a way around it. That sort of glory in being killed is faerghus' thing

I really wish I could expierence the game in its full state. What we have in yhis reality is like a shadow of what it could have been. I just want cf and vw to be their complete, best selves. Of all the routes, AM was written first and the only one that was completed and reached its full potential. VW and SS feel like half a route with of the other routes patched in to fill the gaps. all of byleths lines in VW are suspiciously about rhea. In some of the cutscenes theres graphical errors where the soldiers are wearing chuch colors instead of alliance. Some parts of VW were clearing written fot SS and shoved in last minute. Like the Edelgard scene. That scene makes mire sense in SS where byleth was her house leader, but not as much is VW where you barely talk to her. which is a shame because that’s one of my favorites. Byleth's lines make sense in SS which is about rhea and saving the churcv but not in VW which is about whats really happening and Claude. The same of course applies to SS, where seteth just says Claude's lines, and its so weird. And yet VW and CF are the strongest conceptually for me (or at least tickle my personal preferences). I also don't think any route should be seen in the absence of the others. Its is all 4 route together that show what the game is about. Focusing in on any one route is an incomplete picture. Verdant Wind was so good and yet it could have been so much better. That gap between the potential and the actual both angers and saddens me. Also VW is the most big picture of all the routes. Instead of diving in, it takes a step back for perspective. You can see the war as a whole instead of just what's happenibg with faergus or adrestia. You see what's actually happening. That its not adrestria vs faregus but the remnants of an ancient war still affecting modern politics from the dominance of the churcv to the agarthans who gave been stirring up shit for centuries. Despite all its flaws Verdant Wind is also my favorite. Its not better than the other routes... but its spirit managed to reach my crusty old heart. Its like an ugly puppy. I just see all the places it could be better... (gronder field, and that ending??)

Hanneman legit reminds me of some of my professors. Well intentioned very nice people who are just incredible nerdy. A cute old man.

for all that many of Petra's ending end up in Nuvelle, its not actually all that close to Brigid. Seems like a mistake to me

claude badgering seteth to help him with his translations of old books

also its nice that 3h does not have the male as default thing and there are female background characters. Watching the starwars movies its weird that like every mook is male

dorothea and leonie co-chair the let's-eat-the-nobles club. claude and petra are both like fodlan nobles are weird and helpless with goofy dances

Ingrid and raphael competing at an eating competition. Lysithea joins in because she wants cake

I have been overcome with the sudden urge to bully sylvain. I want to see him make the sad pouty face

ferdinand is a good boy

I like to think that Agartha while progressing in some aspects, has also lost a lot of their technology in that they can still use it but no longer understand how it works

I want more ignatz supports. I can see him bonding with ferdinand and dimitri strangely enough

Also claude and linhardt and claude competing for who can turn their room into a library first is so great

Again... still wondering what the climate and biogeography look like. Tall trees tend to be in wet temperate with good soil. We knoe faerhgus is cold but not how cold. All we know is that duscur ans sreng are cold and arid/semi arid. We'd need some interesting wind patterns for fodlan to be temperate. If the northern coast is arid. The only way the interior is temperate is if wind is goinf north to south and gwtring trapped by tje central mountain range. I dont think garreg mach is up in the himalayas

Sothis poorly grandmafriending byleth. Excellent

Playing AM and wow I forgot how much I want to punch dimitri I just want to off gilbert

I watched one of gilbert and annetes supports and wow I want to beat him into the ground all over again. Gilbert doesnt deserve a family

Ahhhh why did I play azure moon again. I'm stuck with gilbert the rest of the route!

i got a birthday letter from gilbert... i dun wan it

Linhardt really just does not care. Not about your "traditions" or "laws". He only sort starts caring about "morals" after remire

Count Dominic: i have made the perfect crest bearing knight's daughter Me: you fucked up a perfectly good person is what you did. look at her. she's got anxiety. Me: prepare for pain.

Time to go beat up annettes uncle for giving her anxiety. now I know where annettes fear of failure comes from... Annette deserves so much better

Sothis really is that gremlin living in the attic

I cant believe the reason dimitri made it past gronder was that his actions were so insane that so one could plan for them

I didn't expect ashe to be my mvp this time round... but he is. Byleth and dimitri both have good strength but are squishy. Ashe's range is insane. He gets that skill that expands range + longbow + deadeye + horse + ring. And if thats not enough canto gets him back out of range. He crits on every other hit and has like a 60% crit rate with a killer bow. He kills everything in one turn. Armor units? Magic bow. Anything else he doubles and crits.

Alao update on the cornelia conspirqcy theory: busted

She just built firdiad a functioning sewer system

Back onto the debunking of the cornelia conspiracy theory yeah she totally got replaced

Why am I playing azure moon.... I miss Claude

So the derdriu chapter in AM.... claude isnt as heartbroken aa in CF but he's not in a good place. I think he's mourning/coping with loss (the loss of possibilites, future, what could have been etc.) just like he was in CF. It also makea me think he's planning on invading fodlan in the future. I will need to think over this.

Gautier territory is a cold steppe and known for their horse breeding. Those hairy horses have to come from somewhere

Interestingly dimitri is 3/10 strongest in the army despite being a couple levels higher than everyone. So much for that Blaiddyd strength

Flayn is scared of being forgotten isn't she

Sylvain really takes care of dimitri huh

ahhh yeess claude in a poofy sleeved white shirt

Literally dimitri: no i dont "need rest". I have a headache but thats just from lack of sleep

Rodrigue and lambert ditching class getting high on the monastary roof

Faerhgus really is one giant death cult huh

Oh wow ingrid is like unhitable. High speed + evasion ring + avo+10 +alert stance+ + defiant avo

A-after many years I have finally finished azure moon... I think part of why I don't like azure moon is that it wasn't able to sell me on the rightful king narrative. And I CAN be sold on that as both Tolkien and Claude prove. That and the continued existence of gilbert. My loathing for that man is beyond expression

#fe #fe3h

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Pewdiepie vs T-Series

"Hai poodipie i am to be ur bigest fan in the wholest world, but u never recognize me, even when I subscribe to you when u were below 200 subs. i use to watch ur videos, ur minecraft hunger games series was always my favourite and I wuld always comment and like ur vids, but you never pinned me or sub to my channel Jimmy Jimmersin nor wuld u chec ot my club penguin rp vids, i delet em after craing for long time.... :( " recently a nutter utuber cam along, t-series.. I dislik them at first, but as tim passed on i finger something out.. The T in t-series stands for ten, and my brithday is n 1 minut- Hello pewdiepie, I am now ten years old, and I am no longer watching the brainnumbing sewage you call content any longer. I've since unsubscribed to your channel, no longer do your meme reviews entertain me or even catch a glimmer of my attention. Honestly it was my foolish nine year old brain that had compelled me to watch each and every single brutal second of every ylyl, meme review, and although it pains me to say you slav you lose.. Now I understand that this is inferior to the brilliant content that Ten series produces from the soul catching soap operas to the songs so beautiful that they make deaf people regain their hearing just to listen to the song, t series has made my iq rocket beyond infinity and 2. Truly it hurts to say this deep in my heart, but.. Goodbye pewdiepie maybe if you yelled at barrels more often things could've gone different but it is too late for that now..- Your ex biggest fan."

Felix put down the letter, it had become damp with the tears he shed while reading it. He looked up at his desktop, then closed the reddit window, and put down his camera. "What's the point.. Soon all my fans will be ten, and they'll see that my content is not as good as the brilliantly superior t-series.. How can I keep up with such an amazing content creator that puts so much heart and emotion into every ounce of their videos.." He said to himself in a trembly voice while hesitantly typing in the letter T in the youtube search bar. T series was of course on top of the search results, Felix stared at the emotionless black text on the search bar. He back out of it after half a minute, then went to his channel, where he hovered his mouse over the delete option. Eventually he brought himself to click it, but just before he could a golden mouse pushed his mouse away.

Felix fell back in his chair, and looked up at the desktop with shock. Rogan Paur (not logan paul, nor Japanese) was on his screen. "BRO BRO BRO WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO DO!????!!!??!" Rogan asked him while pointing his camcorder at the screen to post later. (I saved pewdiepie!! NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!) "I-I was going to delete my YouTube channel.." Felix said in a quiet voice, Rogan turned his camera to himself and gave it a shock expression before quickly turning it back to the screen. "Why would you do that bro!? Your content brings so much joy to so many people! You don't know how much you brighten people's days up with your videos bro!" Rogan told him while putting the camera right against the screen to better catch Felix's expression. "B-but my nine year old army is growing up to be ten.." Feliz said while looking down. "It doesn't matter if your turn ten or not! They'll become NINEteen! TwentyNINE- NINEty-NINE! point is they will always be nine in theit hearts! And they'll always be a part of the sister fister army!" Rogan shouted at him. Pewd's eyes lit up with hope. "You're right!" He replied as he sat up on his chair. Rogan put away his camera. "You can do it pewds! Beat t-series!" Rogan shouted one last time before cutting the video. "Ok, fuck you, I'm going to surpass you in subscribers someday!" Rogan told him, then disconnected the call.

"Rogan is right! I won't let T-series beat me! My army will always be nine! I have to stop them! But how do I do that!?" He shouted outloud. "Challenge them to a boxing match!" Marzia replied from another room. "YOU'RE RIGHT!" Pewds replied, then immediately uploaded a video challenging T-series to a boxing match. All the big names such as Gloria Boorger it on their unbias youtube channels.

Pewds trained by punching sixty six million three hundred twenty nine thousand and seventy five punches of gratitude in a day. By the time he was finished, he realized that it was still dau time. A grin came over his face, and he took over a random person's dojo by demonstrating a single punch that was sixty million times the speed of sound.

*2 days l8r*

Everyone was gathering in the massive arena the size of India, the row of pewdiepie fans was slowly shrinking as they turned ten, but this didn't discourage him. No, it did the opposite, this only made pewdiepie more confident in his skills. "They will always be nine in theit hearts.." Pewdiepie thought to himself with a small smile as he awaited in the far right corner of the square ring with closed eyes. "Hello! I am John Smith! How can I help you today?" A man with a thick indian accent spoke to him. Pewds opened his eyes to see 1.324 billion Indians with T-series logo on their face standing in the arena. "SKRATTA DU FLÖRlAR DU" Pewds shouted, then the bell rang anf it was time to fight.

"THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE!" Pewdiepie screamed as he charged into the horde that is India's population, they charged toward him as well. Within a matter of seconds he had defeated a million indiands, but their numbers made tidal waves of humans that crashed him, trying to drown out his voice. BUT HIS VOICE WAS A VOICE OF THE PEOPLE. "BARRELS!' Pewdiepie screamed at the top of his lungs, which caused millions of indians to be blasted away. Leaving a massive gap in the center of the boxing arena, with pewdiepie being the only person in it, his eyes glew a bright, silver color representing the subscribed button. "It doesn't matter if I am demonitized or not. If I am the smallest youtuber or the biggest youtuber, I'll always enjoy creating the content that I desire to make and my subscribers will respect that decision. Can you say the same T-series?" He asked them as the gap between them was closed by the flood.

His ex-biggest fan Jimmy Jimmerson, entered the arena with a leash wrapped around his neck, he was being pulled into the stage by John Smith who had escaped the battle zone before the bell rang. "Why'd you bring me here..?" Jimmy asked John, John grinned beneath his T-series logo mask. "So that you could see the fool's final moments of course." John replied, Jimmy looked tiredly at the arena to see that the entire population of india was being held back by pewds with little trouble. This returned a small glimmer of hope in his eyes. "P-pewds?" He said out loud, then john pulled on the leash on his neck. "OW!" he cried out in pain as infomercials for bollywoods latest movie was shoved down his throat.

Pewds leaped twenty feet into the air, a red aura surrounding his body. "Serious serious: Fifty million subscriber red ruby punch!" He shouted, then a flury of millions of ruby fist shot out his body, knocking out the majority of indias population and turning them into nine years olds. He landed, there was still a few hundred indians that hadn't been converted, they ran toward him while spamming his phone with scam calls. Pewds clapped his hands together. "You laugh. You LOSE!" A golden wave of energy shot out his body and finished the remaining indians.

"Hehehe.. I did it." Prwdiepie laughed to himself as he powered down, then suddenly John Smith landed on the arena. "Not exactly." His indian accent became thicker and deeper as he grew into a massive beast, his whole body taking the shape of a t pose. "We are still have the most subscribers gain." John laughed with a thick accent. Pewds looked over his shoulder to see Jimmy sitting in the edge of the arena with his arm stretched out to him. "JIMMy!" Pewds shouted as he dashed toward him, but John got in between them. "NOT SO FAST!" John shouted as he knocked back pewds.

Pewds hit the floor with enough force to cause the world to rumble a bit. "Agh.. He's strong.." Pewds muttered to himself as he looked up at the t posing monster known as John T Series White, but pewds shook his head. "Remember what rogan paur told us!" He reminded himself as he stood back up, but his heart still felt empty he turned to Jimmy. "JIMMY! I've got to know! Will you subscribe to me again!?" Pewds shouted with anguish in his voice. Tears broke free from Jimmy's eyes as he looked at pewdiepie in the eye. "O-of course!" He cried out.

Pewdiepie wiped away any doubt he had left. "It doesn't matter if you have more subscribers than me or not T-series.. My subscribers love me, and although I don't say it often I appreciate them all." Pewds said with a warm grin. "WHAT!? LOVE!? APPRECIATE!? THAT IS WHAT A LOSER TELLS HIMSELF TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BETTER YOU'RE EITHER NUMBER ONE OR YOU'RE NOTHING!" JOHN YELLED ANGRILY IN A WEAKENING ACCENT AS HE DASHED TOWARD PEWDIEPIE. He swung his arm at him, but pewdiepie stopped it with a single hand. "No. It's what separates us youtubers from the cold corporation trying to take over our creative flow." Pewdiepie told him, then pushed back John a hundred or so feet with a single tap

NO! NO! NO!" John yelled out, then charged toward pewdiepie once again. But this time Felix leaped over John's arm. "I'm an individual. Not a business." Felix told him just before he unleashed several billion bro fist at John, most of which landed perfectly, but John was able to block the last few thousands. "See!? I'm already adapting to your new power!" Johny barked back as he swung his right arm st Pewds, only for it to be yeeted away. "You'll never be as appreciated as I or other youtubers who make content to entertain people, not to make money off them!" Pewds struck John across the face with a powerful right hook, stumbling him back a bit! But John replied by slamming his head into pewdiepie's gut with enough force to throw him back. "YOU ARE IN IT FOR THE MONEY! WHICH IS WHY YOU SELL MERCH!" John yelled as pewdiepie rolled backwards through the ring.

Pewds hit the opposite side of the ring, and let out a small chuckle. "My fans buy my merch, not because I trick them into it. But because they want to show their love for me and my content!" Pewds shouted, which caused John to take a step back. "BUT YOU SALE AN OVER PRICE CHAIIRRRR!" John yelled as he struggled to stand back up. Once again pewds let out a small chuckle. "It's a meme you dip!" He told John while charging up a yellow energy sphere which represented demonitazation in between his hands. "No! Please no! You can't stop me from becoming number one!" John yelled at him. "Maybe so. But I can show you what true spirit is! Ultimate attack: ORIGINAL CONTENT!" Both Felix and pewdiepie fired a powerful energywave at John. "INDIAN MEDIA!" John replied as he fired back an equally large green wave.

"S-shoot!" Felix thought to himself as he felt his wave being pushed back by John, who was slowly getting back up to his feet as T-series gained another million subscribers. "In the end it doesn't matter what one person says! No matter how influential they're! The media will always win! And I am the media!" John yelled as his beam grew larger. "graerggh!" Pewdiepie yelled out as his beam was pushed back. "Ha! I knew you were weaker than my chin." Leafyishere's voice came over his shoulder, then a black beam was fired alongside Pewd's yellow beam. "L-leafy you came back!?" Pewds looked at him. "Not just me!" He replied, pewds turned to his right to see fiber jesus, the two men that did that one thing for five dollars, jackspedicy, the E guy, Idubbs, joji, ethan and hila, Xyaro/doggo,Naggz21,team fourstar, Charleston vo (Death note abridge), and most importantly his predecessor FREDDDD! no jk the entire youtube community! Together they unleashed a massive rainbow wave which overwhelmed The mainstream media!

In the end John was left laying on the cold floor coughing. "Pewdiepie.." He called out his name in a weak voice. "Yes?" Felix asked as he walked up to John.. "I just wanted to be like you.. Entertain millions of people by doing what I loved, but in the end my greed blinded me.. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry." John cried, pewdiepie kneeled besides him. "It's fine. As long as you promise to better yourself, you could always do what you love.." Felix told him in a soft voice. "You're right.. I guess I'll try it.. I've always wanted to teach others how to cook traditional Indians meals.. I'm thirty-nine.." John told him in a soft tone. Felix smiled and fist bumped him. "Sister fister." They said to each other.. "Wait Pewds.. I've got a favour to ask.." John told him. "What would that be?" He looked down at him. "Get Jimmy Jimmerson to twenty subscribers with no videos."john told him then passed out. "Of course.."

#pewds #fanfic #cringey #t-series #9yearoldarmy

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