#I had no idea why anybody would exercise before exercise

[mydnyteraven]

I had no idea warmups were so important to any task

Dude, the moment i realized that i need to warm up before writing was mind blowing. I would get so pissed when sentences just wouldn't come to me the moment i start writing. Then i noticed a few paragraphs in and it's going a lot easier. Ideas and thoughts are connecting, i'm less distracted and it's slowly coming together. I guess i need some time for the ideas to fully form and see where i want the thing to go, and get the hang of how i want to write something. Yes, the first few paragraphs are hell, but after a bit i get reminded why i actually love writing

[rebelfell]

gym!eddie isn’t doing anybody any favors hiding in the vault. cont’d from here and here. 18+, MDNI 1.4k

eddie munson x plus-size!reader (cw: weight discussion, but we keep it fluffy. angst doesn’t exist in this universe)

This was a great fucking day.

It certainly hadn’t started out that way. Between a slew of emails from clients and Zoom meetings that would not end, Eddie’s work day crawled by at a painfully sluggish pace. 

He had even tried going on a run at lunch just to jolt himself with some endorphins, but he hadn’t managed to close even half of his exercise ring before he needed to stop—winded and panting, leaning on a tree for support as he stood there practically hacking up one of his lungs. 

Seriously, how had he never noticed how piss-poor his stamina was?

But any day that ended like this—with you in his bed, his hands getting to roam freely across the softness of your belly and the graceful dip of your waist and the plentiful curves of your hips and ass—was a great fucking day in Eddie’s book, no matter how badly it started.

“You’re so cute,” he sighed, grinning as he nuzzled his face against yours and his stubble tickled the sensitive skin of your neck and ear. “How in the hell did you get so cute? Seriously?”

In the weeks since you’d started seeing one another, he’d finally gotten to the point he could say these kinds of thoughts out loud instead of screaming them inside his head. And it enthralled him to no end you seemed to delight in hearing them as much as he delighted saying them. 

Like now, for instance, with the way your lips curved upward into a smile as you shrugged back, biting down on your bottom lip as you giggled. God, was he obsessed with that sound.

His head dipped low, capturing your mouth with his to kiss you deeply and passionately. And he knew you could feel exactly how hard he was when your hips rolled briefly against his.

“What do you like?” he asked on an exhale, his hot breath rushing over your neck so your spine shook with shivers. “Tell me, please. I want to be ready. How do you want me to be?”

He swore he could feel how the words affected you, arching your back to push your body closer to his, letting out a soft sigh and a breathless hum of pleasure. But when he pulled back to look at you, to see your face and look in your eyes when you answered, he saw something else flicker across your face. Something torn between excitement and trepidation.

“What?” Eddie chuckled. “What was that look?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

You shook your head and looked away bashfully, hiding your face in his pillow. Though you might as well start thinking of it as your pillow now, as far as he was concerned.

“Come on,” he urged, still dropping light kisses on the apples of your cheeks that warmed as blood rushed beneath them with your embarrassment. “Please tell me?”

Your head shook again. “No, it’s dumb.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

He brought his hand up to cradle your jaw and tipped your face towards his. 

The late afternoon sun coming through his blinds splayed across your lovely face, bringing out the brightness of your eyes. He’d honestly paint his whole apartment that very shade if he could. Every inch of every wall, every door frame and baseboard and piece of trim. Even the ceilings.

He wanted to be drenched in you. 

“I, um…” You laughed nervously, all of a sudden sweetly shy in a way he’d never seen you before. “I like the idea of…getting thrown around. Being, like…man-handled.”

It’s like literal sirens go off in Eddie’s ears. His brain straight up flatlines, he’s so overwhelmed by the barrage of images that flood his mind the second you say that. He feels as though all the tiny Eddies in his head are running around and screaming at one other in a total panic—Holy shit! Holy FUCKING shit! What do we do?! Where’s the manual?! GET THE FUCKING MANUAL!

“Just—” Eddie stammered as he cleared his throat, the word coming out in a too-high crack the likes of which he hadn’t heard since puberty. “Just the idea?”

“Well, yeah, no one’s ever…” You blinked up at him, collecting yourself. “I mean, I’m not exactly dainty, you know? So no one’s ever tried.”

“What if I tried?”

The question popped out before he had taken even a moment to think it over, for him to come up with even marginally better phrasing. Fuck it, he thought. Too late to take it back now, anyway. 

And it wasn’t like he didn’t mean it.

His heart still flutters when he hears you laugh, but it stings a bit with the way you look away. “You can’t lift me, Eddie,” you told him flatly.

His brow scrunched, a little offended.

“How do you know?”

“Because I know what you bench,” you retorted with a sassy bob of your head.

“Okay.” Eddie’s eyes rolled. “And it’s more?”

“Yes. It’s more.”

“By how much?”

Your expression wrinkles and it stings a little more this time when you shrink away. Shit.

He didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He didn’t mean to ask what you weigh so explicitly. Not that he’s avoiding asking, so to speak. He just knows it won’t change anything. It’s not like there’s some number you’re gonna say that is going to make him balk. He knows what you look like and he knows he likes it. He knows he maybe even loves it, but that’s neither here nor there.

He wants to know for…other reasons.

It takes a lot more reassurance and some more gentle coaxing, but he finally gets a number out of you. And yeah, it’s more than what he typically maxes out at, but it’s not that much more. He’ll ask Steve tomorrow about a new regimen, and he’s definitely seen him do some of those very specific hip thrust exercises that Eddie can only imagine are meant for this exact purpose.

He’s got some time. He can get there.

It’s not like he’s gonna be ragdolling you the first time out of the gate. You guys were still new, still feeling one another out, still keeping everything soft and gentle and sweet.

God, he wants to be so sweet to you. 

But he also wants to ruin you, if that's what you like. He’ll twist your body into whatever shape he can imagine—he knows you do yoga, you must have a whole arsenal of poses—and then he’ll fuck you until your brain is leaking out of your ears if that’s what you want. He certainly does.

Speaking of leaking brains, Eddie nuzzled up to you again and the way you relax into his touch is sort of brain-melting in a totally different way. That breathy little laugh of yours is back as he hooks one of your legs over his hip and starts to nip gently at your throat with his teeth.

His hands gripped your waist and he helped you roll your body against his, trying out what it’s like to guide and direct you, seeing the way it makes you slowly but surely relinquish control.

But he doesn’t push any further, despite the adamant protests coming from between his legs.

Neither of you wanted to go too fast. Eddie, because he genuinely didn’t want to miss a second of getting to know you, and he kind of had this tendency of going full throttle and driving himself headlong into a brick wall. And you, because with him living so close by you felt like you were already at risk for being swept up into a total cling-fest of a relationship.

He doesn’t ask you to stay for dinner, because you and he made a deal you wouldn’t have dinner together two nights in a row. And with tomorrow being his cheat day, he wants to take you to his favorite Italian place because A) the food is incredible and B) it’s got all this soft, moody lighting he’s sure as shit is gonna make you look like a fucking oil painting sitting across from him.

Still, the conversation has clearly made you a little squirrely and he lets you steer him away from his offer to walk you home, not wanting to push any further or faster than you’re ready for. 

And it’s not even been a minute since he’s kissed you goodnight before he’s going into his fitness app and updating his weightlifting goals.

there were supposed to be more parts before we got here—but who cares, I do what I want.

Ty for reading 😘 love you, mean it!

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

Hazbin Hotel x Sick!Reader

A/N: Hey guys! I wanted to do some more x reader headcanons just because they’re so fun! I love the idea of the characters caring for you when you’re sick, it’s just so cute. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Warnings: None (if you don't count tooth-rotting fluff) 

Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

Essentially hides you away in his room: wants more than anything to take care of you, but refuses to expose this “softer” side of him to anyone else. If anybody knew that you were the Radio Demon’s only weakness, not only would that put him in danger, but you as well.

Will prepare any food that your heart desires - his mother brought him up to be an excellent cook! His recommended feel-good food is his mother’s jambalaya, but you absolutely love when he makes etouffee!

If anybody dares to try and disturb your well-needed sleep, he broadcasts their screams to remind them just why the hotel has a radio tower… 

Will suggest that you take advantage of the bayou-side of his room for the fresh air, but of course will not force you to do anything against your complete comfort.

The best thing that he knows to do is what his mother did to him whenever he was sick: Sit in bed with him and tell him Creole folk tales. They always enamored him, and just the fact that he was allowing you to see this personal side of him made you feel better. 

At the end of the day, Alastor would take advantage of the beautiful setting that the dark bayou side of his room provided and conjure up a lovely scene of fireflies, all while softly playing his piano and singing his favorite songs to guide you to sleep (You are the only person he will let hear his singing). While Alastor may seem heartless from afar, you wouldn’t trade this demon for all of the money in the world.

🗝️😈Charlie😈🗝️:

Would definitely notice that you were sick before you did and insisted that you get plenty of bedrest. When you refused, insisting that you were ok, she would monitor you until you finally accepted that you were sick and let her take care of you. She would say, “I’m not saying I told you so, buuuuuut…”

Takes care of you to the point where some tasks of the hotel were neglected, but to be honest, it was a win-win for everyone in the hotel. She was happy that you were being taken care of, and everyone else was happy that they didn’t have to participate in trust exercises. 

She would crack open her book of the story of Hell - it always calms her down during an extermination, so hopefully it could calm you down as you try to sleep. 

If she absolutely had to leave the hotel to do/get something, she would most definitely buy a little keepsake and bring it back for you.

She would use her love for singing to lull you to sleep, singing sweet lullabies that her mother used to sing to her as a child.

You have to constantly remind her to take care of herself as well, as she will literally remain at your bedside, not caring to eat or sleep, until you get better. She often gets so caught up in caring for others that she forgets to care for herself! You tell her that it would genuinely make you feel better to see her taking care of herself as well.

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

Gets more defensive over you than usual, which honestly scares everyone. Nobody wants to so much as speak to you wrong in fear of Vaggie literally attacking them. Having Vaggie around is the definition of scary dog privileges. 

She’s honestly extremely dramatic when it comes to you getting sick, which may seem ridiculous, but think about it: she was thrown away by her “family” in heaven, and now you’re the only person that she truly has. You confide in her, you allow her to let her guard down. If she lost you, she doesn’t know how she could even exist. So whether you have a cold or something more serious, she will automatically jump to the worst conclusions and get worried as Hell.

As tough as she seems, Vaggie loves to cuddle. She will literally lay in bed with you all day, not caring if she gets sick as well. You’re the only person that she can be vulnerable with, and if you have to be in bed all day, you better bet she’ll be right there next to you. 

Her love language is absolutely telling you about all the things that she would do to defend you. She will go into immense detail about the things that she would do for you, and you will always listen in awe. She has been through so much, and this is the only way that she knows how to express her true love for you. 

The last thing she wants is for somebody to feel abandoned in their struggle like she did when she fell from Heaven, especially you. She will make sure that you know how much you are valued and loved, not just by her, but by everyone at the hotel.

When you’re finally ready to get out of bed and start participating in hotel duties again, she monitors you the whole time to make sure that you’re not over-exerting yourself.

🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:

Is very upset and on edge - Valentino forces him to work everyday, no matter the circumstances, and not being at the hotel to care for you or at least watch over you makes him feel horrible. 

Basically forces you to sleep as much as you can, even better if it’s in his room so he can see that you’re okay immediately when he gets home.

Encourages you to cuddle with Fat Nuggets - he’s essentially a cute and cuddly heating pad. (He actually gives Fat Nuggets this adorable pep talk about how he needs to take good care of you while “dad” is at work)

He wholeheartedly believes in the power of comedy, so he essentially treats your bedrest as a stand-up comedy show for him to perform in order to make you laugh. He’ll tell stupid jokes, put together horrible dances, or even just hide in places and scare you in hopes that making you laugh will help you forget how bad you feel. 

Loves talking to you after work. You’re essentially the only person that he takes off his hypersexual mask around, and he knows that he can be himself around you, that you would never judge him. So, sometimes he will get home to find you already asleep and get in bed with you, holding you tight, whispering all of the things that he wanted to tell you about today, hoping that at least some of his words wiggle their way into your dreams. 

Loves sappy rom com movies and will 100% force you to watch them with him. He claims it’s because the “good vibes” of the romance will make you feel better, but to be honest, he just wants someone to watch his dumb movies with.

♦️🥃Husk🥃♥️:

Will blame himself for your sickness, claiming that he shouldn’t have let you drink so much over the past couple of days (He literally cannot comprehend the idea that people can be sick NOT from being hungover lol).

When you insist that it’s not his fault, he’ll ease up. He’ll use some of his bartending skills to make some sort of juice mocktail for you and will definitely sneak in some vitamin C to heal you faster.

Everyone - specifically Angel - will wonder why the fuck the bar hasn’t been stocked in days (It’s because Husk has been chilling in bed/taking care of you nonstop).

This is the only time that he will completely surrender to the idea of being one big stuffed animal to cuddle with. I mean, he’s warm, soft, and he purrs! What’s more therapeutic than that?

This is also a great time to get uninterrupted talking time with Husk. He’s a great listener, so you’ve always opened up to him, but it took him a while to open up to you too. He had told you that you were one of the only people that he trusted enough to confide in, but always seemed to air on the side of caution when sharing his personal struggles because it always seemed that someone would just pop up at the bar asking for a drink whenever it happened. This was one of the few times that the two of you could be completely open and vulnerable with each other without the risk of outside judgment. 

Given the fact that he was such a gambler, Husk has a knack for all sorts of card games. If you get too bored, just give him a deck of cards and the possibilities for entertainment are endless. Want him to teach you how to play poker or rummy? Done. Want him to embarrass himself while he tries to relearn some card tricks that he used to flaunt? Done and done.

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

The second you told him you were sick, he would waste no time in finding one of his many inventions that could help you in some way. He definitely has some complex medical screening device hidden somewhere that he could use… he just has to remember where he put it. 

If you complain about being sore, he will insist that you snuggle up next to him. Because he’s a cold-blooded reptile, his body is one big ice pack! On the other end, if you feel yourself coming down with some feverish chills, he has you covered! His bedroom ceiling is essentially one huge heat lamp, so feel free to chill under there, too!

Has assigned himself as your personal nurse and will provide anything that your heart desires. If it for some reason cannot be found within the hotel, he will travel to any ring of Hell necessary to make sure that you are well taken care of. This man is DETERMINED.

You can tell that he’s taking this seriously because he actually neglects his “evil duties” for a couple of days. The airship isn’t even mentioned until you heal (unless, of course, you feel that taking a ride on the airship would make you feel better. Then, of course he will set it up for you!).

Despite literally voicing his complete and utter devotion to your every flight of fancy, this man is still as awkward as ever. He will still struggle to ask you if you want to cuddle, quite literally fluttering around the subject until you bring it up for him. 

At the end of the day, though, Sir Pentious is probably the sweetest sinner you could’ve ended up with as your caretaker. He may be awkward, but boy, does he love you!

👹👼Lucifer👼👹:

While you are resting in bed, he will conjure up the most delightful images of anything you request (his favorite, though, is a group of ducklings waddling through a golden lake together 🫶)

Being the King of Hell, he has so many interesting stories to tell you if you’re willing to listen. He will gladly tell you stories as you lay in bed with him, slowly lulling you to sleep. (His daughter clearly got her love of storytelling from him).

He loves that you trust him enough to let him take care of you - he doesn’t often have people around, let alone people that he truly loves. Just your presence in his room truly fills him with so much joy.

He didn’t want to annoy you with his ramblings about his many rubber ducks so he was ecstatic when you asked him to give you a tour of all of them. This man was telling you each and every duck’s name, backstory, etc. and honestly, it was adorable. When he quickly glazed over one of the ducks anxiously, you asked why. He then shyly revealed that it was, in fact, a rubber duck that looked just like you. 

His love language is definitely gift-giving. This rubber duck would lead to him showing the many, MANY gifts he has created for you in his free time. He always has a ton of downtime, so making gifts for people is his favorite hobby. These gifts include, but aren’t limited to: various duck items, binded storybooks, music boxes, paintings, etc. This man is TALENTED, to say the least. He just hopes that looking at these will distract you enough from being sick. 

Also, his room is by far the comfiest to sleep in while you’re sick… the mood lighting that is naturally provided from his glowing light shows is simply unmatched.

[hanaonesflower]

Love always finds a way.

Gojo Satoru x reader; angst/hurt + comfort ﾟ*｡ ☆ﾟ:｡*ﾟ

AN: hiii, I'm back with a (hopefully) banger!! This is a pretty long read though, grab a snack. Had this idea when I recalled K-dramas this a similar plot LOL – rich boy family pays the poor girl to break up with him. We seen it before. Without giving much away, enjoyyyy (๑ˇεˇ๑)

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A smile faded, when satoru's mother's words held no mercy as they struck down on you. "in what world do you know my satoru would marry a girl like you?" right.

"this entire charade over the last 5 years were just for him to pass time until we can find a good fit for him. now, we have," she paused, her chin lifted high with pride. mrs. gojo had a steely gaze that could disengage anybody with a single glance. her voice sharp, she ensured her message got across. there was no way things could get lost in translation. she wanted you gone, and quickly. Your throat tightened when she showed you Satoru's supposed future wife. Very fitting for the role, and very unlike you.

the gojo clan never questioned, the gojo clan didn't exercise free will. they sit, talk, eat, all as instructed. so when satoru's mother demanded that he be married to someone else, you found yourself sharing the same fate in a twisted way. Who were you to defy her?

there were chains on your ankles, or at least that's what it felt like. bound by this unjust ruling, she knew exactly what she was doing by calling you over, alone, while satoru was on a work trip. she knew with her son there, she wouldn't be able to execute her plan.

"I'm glad we had this conversation, dear," her voice was thick with malice, "now the choice is yours if you'd like to the do the honor of telling him yourself."

you wanted to scream. to hurl the flower vase straight at her creasing forehead and slam it on her perfectly plump hands.

"i just want to think about it." You huffed, fear and anger and rage and sadness overwhelmed every word, gusts of air replaced your voice, weakness poured out.

"what's there to think about? it's not like you even have a say in the matter," his mother sneered, her smile ruthless. As she began to walk away, "By the way, Satoru won't budge if you mention me being the mastermind. You didn't think you'd really have a chance did you? You knew going into this that this day was inevitable."

when you thought about it, over the last 5 years, mrs. gojo hardly made an effort to engage with you. her expression mostly cold, absent, conversations with her short and curt. her attitude reflected in her home; the decors, the atmosphere, an excuse for why satoru's father was never to be seen.

She gestured to the family butler before disappearing behind the beige arch in her beige home and this soulless living room, "see this young lady out will you?"

An older gentleman approached, whom you've known. Satoru's butler and caretaker since he was toddler. You made out his expression the closer he got, his frown apparent on the aging lines of his face, his eyes somber, his expression clear; he was devastated.

"Miss," he gestured you to the door. The two of you walked in silence toward the entrance, there was a car waiting on the other side to take you home. He opened the door, but didn't let you leave before a few words.

"Love always finds a way, and life has a way of working itself out. The young master is no fool, I have faith in him." He closed the door and turned on his heel without a look back. The wisdom came at a moment where it was comforting to hear, but wasn't giving the reassurance you exactly needed. You held onto it anyway. Seemed like the last person who found it in themselves to be kind to you today.

.

The gloom persisted, Satoru wouldn't be back for another 3 nights, you were braving your own storm for the weekend. As you unpacked the groceries and glanced around the home you share with him, you wondered what it would look like without him. Maybe that picture on the wall there near his office desk of you two at a park would be removed. The shoe rack would render half empty, his dirty clothes would be gone. Each imaginary absence weighed you down and caused you grief, his mother was taking half of you out of this house and she didn't plan to give it back.

.

Food tasted bland going down; breakfast just felt like torture. It wasn't uncommon for Satoru to be away on work trips, actually he was gone most of the time. But his presence was always felt through his thoughtful (while snarky) text messages, hearing his voice at night when everything quieted down. This trip felt different with minimal texts from him and rushed phone calls when you desperately wanted to hear his voice.

Grief and panic pulled you close the closer it got to him coming back. Nothing could prepare you for that moment. It had to happen, your integrity and sanity relied on it. Ijichi drove Satoru from the airport to an empty home, for some reason you felt sick to your stomach seeing him walk through that door, and decided to drop by the konbini. Once his location pinged, you left your car and slowly made it up the stairs.

"My love! Where did you go?" He threw his limbs up and over you once you entered and you nearly collapsed from the weight of it all. You tried to hold it all together, at least until he was settled back into his normal routine. Work must have been stressful, he was just happy to be home. You strained a smile.

"Just the store, picked this up for you, I bet they didn't have this where you went." A can of pop and his favorite snack emerged from your bag and his eyes widened at the sight of it. He drooled and flew to your lips, eager to plant his kisses. Yeah, his mom was taking this away, too. What a heartless woman.

"You're just the best you know, baby, you just know me." He was so clueless. Satoru had not a single idea of how much these passed couple of days had eaten you alive, the way your thoughts wanted to swallow you whole and spit you back out. He hadn't a single clue how hard it was to hold it together in front of him as he munched on his treat like a child. A treat you got him. Who will you get treats for now?

.

Satoru took the next several days to rest and insisted that you call off work to spend it with him. Work was the only thing that separated you from him, and it was now the last thing you wanted to avoid.

"Maybe not, love, I have a lot to do. It seems so last minute to ask for coverage."

He pouted, "not even for a day?"

You shook your head, kissed him and left, feeling the bottomless void growing inside your chest as you head out the door the longer you avoided the inevitable. How could you even find the words? Were there even the right words for a situation like this?

While you were at work, Satoru roamed the house in search of snacks like he always did, he tore through the last haul like a caveman. He opened the fridge, cabinets, nothing was spared. And I mean nothing.

When he opened the bedside table in hopes to find a single sleeve of gum somehow, he came across a folder with the Gojo insignia. He recognized this, and his blood ran cold. Satoru had his own fair share with his mother being a tyrant and playing relentless matchmaker when he made it very clear that she should stay in her lane. Unfortunately for him, she was a woman of her word.

Flipping through the pages, documents upon documents of agreements, settlements, financial interests. Satoru may have underestimated his mother, this woman believed she could buy anything... and anyone. An absurd amount of money was offered to you, to break the relationship off, to move out, to do anything but stay with him. He scoffed, his chest started to hurt, his head reeled. He was supposed to sit with this knowledge for the next eight hours, until you get home to settle this.

He had wondered to himself, if you were truly interested in the money, you would have moved out already without a single word. Perhaps a note. Or you were trying to ease the blow by staying a couple more days. Satoru had complex inner ongoings, he was debating many outcomes and possibilities, weighing his own options. Phone in hand one and the folder in the other, he was ready to sever any familial ties with his mother, and that was still the ultimate plan. He was deep in thought when the door clicked and you entered.

"I'm hom–," the words ceased when you saw what Satoru was holding. A chill ran down your back.

"Please have a seat baby," he tried to ease you in, taking your bag and untying your shoes before leading you to the kitchen table. You, on the other hand, had frozen in place when you realized you had been cornered, there was nowhere left to run.

It was quiet at first. You both were trying to find the words while staring at the blue folder embossed with a gold insignia, thick with documents, sitting idly between you. Satoru looked driven, oddly determined, contrasting your complete and total despair.

"It was a week ago, right before you came back." You started. As if you were being interrogated, trying to recall specific timelines. Satoru let you continue, "your mom called me over, I thought 'finally, she wants to have a day with me to hang out' I was wrong. She served me these and left it up to me to tell you."

"Tell me what exactly?"

"That I was leaving you."

"Is that what you truly want?"

No. You wanted to say. You wanted to say damn his mom and that she didn't have the right to do this.

"It is for your best interest, I do not want to be the reason that you and your mom don't have a relationship." What a shame, that when speaking of heartfelt sentiments you couldn't even look him in the eye.

Satoru seemed beyond confused. Why would it be for his best interest at the cost of your own detriment. He didn't sign up for this, he didn't sign up to love you only to lose you, he didn't ask for it. But he stopped talking, swiftly cleared the paperwork and threw it in the fireplace with abandon just to watch your eyes widen while he endorsed sly satisfaction.

Your lips parted in genuine awe and stayed agape as you watched the papers catch ember and burned slowly.

He took your hand and pulled you close to him, humming a gentle vibration through the crown of your head. Hot tears streamed down quietly, body shaking. In utmost Satoru fashion, he smirked.

"How much more do I have to pay to keep you?"

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yan!Bully x Reader x Yan!Freak Pt 2

"Boys Night Plus One."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Bullying, name calling, degradation, violence, non-consensual photos, nonconsensual touching, male pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, creep behavior, cum, masturbation, male and female genitalia.

Part 1 here

(AN: This one is for you, anon who sent me a bullet-point list of some ideas for Ahmed and Patrick which were better than anything I could have come up with. I love you.)

You groan, struggling to yank off the cotton top you had taken to wearing for PE class. You had been sick for a week or so, and in order to stay up on your grades you had been doing classwork after school. Today, you are making up some time for gym class using the school's exercise facilities. Once you finally get it off, you unlock your locker and put your gym clothes inside, reapplying your deodorant and putting on your school shirt. Just as you shut your locker, you hear the door of the girl's locker room flap shut, and you perk up at the sound. That's odd, after a few days of working out after school, you've never run into anyone else using the facilities.

"Hello?" You call out, peering around the row of lockers. Suddenly, a fist slams into the locker behind you, making you shriek. You whip around, to see Patrick, the schools most notorious bully laughing his ass off at how spooked you got. "Patrick!" You yell, smacking him lightly. "Ooh, feelin' fiery, huh?" He takes a breath, calming himself after laughing so hard. "What's got you so pissed off?" You roll your eyes.

"You scared me, and you're in the girls locker room!" He fakes shock, and looks around. "Really, the girls locker room? Huh, wonder how I wound up here..." He muses, playfully leaning up against the lockers. "If it was the boys locker room, why would I be here?" You ask. He shrugs. "I don't know, maybe you were tryna' sneak a peek at some dudes after football practice." He grins, leaning over you a little more. "Or maybe you wanted one of them to sneak a peek at you." You blush, and push him away. "Go away, Patrick, there's no reason for you to be here right now." You try to quickly gather your things, and make your way to the door.

"Woah, woah, hey, where ya' going? I'm just checking on you. You haven't been to class lately, I was getting worried." He uses your moment of surprise to grip your wrist and gently pull you back over. "I was sick, just needed some time away from class. Why does that matter to you?" You ask, confused. He's always enjoyed tormenting you, and you would think you were special if he didn't also torment everyone else. Of course, Patrick knows where you've been, because he's had Ahmed posted outside your bedroom for the duration of your absence, both to get photos and make sure you aren't hanging out with anybody else. He shrugs again. "I missed seeing you in these." He reaches into your gym bag, gripping one of the pairs of gym shorts and pulling them out. "Y'know, I don't think these follow the dress code..." Admittedly, you needed to get some new shorts. These ones were small, but you just hadn't gotten around to buying new ones. "Gym class is already fuckin' boring, especially when I can't see your sweet little ass bent over, trying to do toe-touches or yoga or whatever the fuck we're supposed to in that sweaty shit-hole."

You only blush and grab the shorts from him, stuffing them back into your bag. "Well, I'm sure you managed fine without me. There's plenty of girls to perv on that aren't me." You whimper. Patrick chuckles, and shakes is head. "Yeah, but I don't want any of them." He pauses, then clicks his tongue. "That reminds me though, I did make a friend while you were gone. I had a lot of free time since you weren't around to play with." You glance up at him. "Another member of your gang?" You ask. The last thing this school needs is even more assholes hanging out with Patrick. "Nope. It's someone I knew before you left, but I've made amends with them. Patched things up, self-improved." He brags. He looks down at you smugly. "You should be proud of me, I'm a changed man."

"What do you mean?" You aren't sure what previous acquaintance he's referring to. Due to Patrick's widespread terror, it could be pretty much anyone. "You know that new kid, Ahmed?" Your mouth opens in shock. You had heard things about the new boy, with dark hair and wide eyes. You had noticed him a few times in English class. He was always quiet, only occasionally speaking when he was being picked on by the other kids, quietly protesting the abuse. You had traded poetry a few times for an assignment. He seemed very creative. You weren't really sure why the other kids picked on him so much, but you suspected it was because Ahmed was Patrick's new favorite. You had heard of the things he'd done to Ahmed, robbing him, beating him, stealing his classwork. You didn't do anything, how could you? Patrick hated when people stood up to him, and you didn't want his attention on you anymore than it was.

"You're... friends with him now." Patrick nods. "That's cruel, Patrick. You can't do all that stuff to somebody, then force them to play friends with you. It's not right!" You exclaim, boldly defying him for a moment. He only exhales lightly, and puts his hands up in surrender. "You got it all wrong, baby. We are friends, me and him. We've made amends. I told you, I'm changing. I'm a reformed juvenile." He looks up to see if you're buying it. He pouts when he notices you still seem skeptical. "Alright, I guess I'm not 'reformed', exactly, but me and him really are friends now." You only nod, hoping he will drop it and go away. This reaction makes him scoff. "You still don't believe me? Fine, I'll tell you what. I'm going over to see Ahmed at his house tonight, to hang out. Why don't you come with me?" He offers.

You shake your head no quickly. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Patrick." You exclaim. "Well, if you do go, and see me and him are friends, you'll know I'm not such a bad guy, and you might like my new friend. If you don't go though..." He chuckles lowly. "Me and this guy may not be friends... and by not going, your risking this kid getting beat up in his own home. Do you want that on your conscience?" You bite your lip, but shake your head. "No, you don't. I could handle that, but you couldn't, pretty thing. So come on, grab your shit and head over there with me, alright?" You make no movements, and Patrick groans, grabbing your gym-bag. "Fine, since I told you I'm changing, and I'm a gentleman, I'll carry your stuff." His free hand grabs your wrist. You both walk out of the school doors towards the bus stop. As you stand waiting for the bus, he leans in, his lips almost brushing your ear. "We're taking the city bus, and it's late enough that it's gonna be crowded." You nod, not sure where he's going with this. "Lots of hard working people want a seat, and we should give it to them. Being good members of the community and all that shit." He sighs. "So whether or not there's a free seat for you, I expect that ass on my lap for the whole ride, you feel me?" You blush, and look at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, leaning back from your ear. "Gotta save some room for everyone else. Besides, I'm plenty comfortable."

Ahmed is sitting on his bed, foot bouncing at a pace so rapidly it practically shakes his whole scrawny form. He stares at the clock, counting the seconds until Patrick shows up. He promised, promised he'd have a way of getting you here. After weeks and weeks of photographing you from a distance, Patrick promised he would finally get to be near you, talk with you. Ahmed wasn't exactly sure how Patrick was going to accomplish this, but he knew given his reputation it would be easier for Patrick to get a hold of you than him. He just hoped whatever Patrick did, it wouldn't be as severe as what he endured before Patrick and him entered a truce. He didn't want you in his house for the first time, scared and unsure why you were brought there. No! He wanted his new house guest to be comfortable. His room was dark, with books, figures, and posters strewn about. He did his best to make it homey though. He opened the curtains, cleaned out any trash, (hid his camera and photo collection). He was sure Patrick was going to laugh at him for all this, seeing as Patrick had seen the state his room was in before. Ahmed shakes his head. He wasn't worried about Patrick right now. No, he was ready to see you, talk with you. Maybe... maybe even get to touch you.

The door creaks, and Ahmed hears footsteps approaching. Heavy boots, followed by the light patter of smaller feet. He bites his lip to the point it almost breaks skin. Patrick had done it. You were waiting just outside his room.

He hops back onto his bed, trying to look as casual as possible as the blonde menace he now called a friend traipsed in, with you behind him. "Ahmed... looks like you cleaned up a little in here. Huh." Patrick looks around, hands in his pockets as he leans against Ahmed's bed frame. "Ahmed, I believe you know my new friend." Patrick motions at you. Ahmed nods quickly. "Uh, yeah. We have an English class together." He says. "It's nice to actually meet you Ahmed, you and Patrick are-" You sigh. "Friends?" Ahmed nods. "Yeah, we actually have a lot in common..." He chuckles, shrugging. "Crazy, huh?" He coughs awkwardly. You nod, still not fully convinced.

"See, baby? I told ya' there's nothing shifty going on here! Me and Ahmed are just best buds." Patrick flops onto Ahmed's bed, bouncing the boy up a little as he wraps an arm around him, his grip rough on Ahmed's shoulder. 'Best buds' wasn't really a term Ahmed would use, especially considering two days ago Patrick was pounding Ahmed into this very bed, making the scrawny outcast cry and beg for his cock to go just a little deeper, just a little faster to give him that relief. Of course, Patrick was a jerk, and didn't let him reach that peak for at least three hours into the session, when Ahmed's parents came home. Patrick enjoyed making the boy finally cum on his cock, while trying to muffle his cries knowing his parents were just downstairs.

"So, w-would you like to watch a movie, or play a game? I've got Mario Kart, and Mortal Kombat-" Ahmed lists off a few more games, hoping something would catch your attention and endear him to you. You smile awkwardly, but shake your head. You hadn't really planned on staying, considering you were so sure that Patrick was just tormenting this poor boy. "I actually should get going, it's a Friday night, I don't want to intrude on your boys time." You move to grab your gym stuff, and Ahmed's face falls. He looks at Patrick, glancing at you and silently begging Patrick to do something. Anything, just to keep you here longer. "Calm down, I'll fuckin' handle it." Patrick whispers, before running a hand through his hair and turning back to you. "C'mon, baby! We don't mind you hanging out. Besides, Ahmed's had kind of a rough time in our school. I'm the only friend he's got." Ahmed blushes, not realizing the strategy was to make him look like a pathetic loser. "Patrick-" Patrick shoves his shoulder and continues. "Don't you wanna help him make at least one more friend?" You hesitate at the door, before sighing. It certainly isn't healthy for someones only friend to be Patrick, so you nod. "Fine, I'll stay..."

Several hours go by, and after two movies, four rounds of Mario Kart, and one two-liter of Sprite later, you are on the verge of passing out. You aren't really sure what happens in the next few minutes, but all you know is you are now laying in Ahmed's bed, with Patrick to your right and Ahmed squished on your other side, between you and the wall. Patrick fell asleep first, oddly enough. For a guy with so much energy, he gets sleepy quick. Now it's just you and Ahmed.

"Sorry about this, I didn't realize it was so late..." Ahmed apologizes. He isn't sorry. He imagined hundreds of ways this evening could go, but none of them ended with you pressed up against him, in his bed. God, you were getting your scent all over his sheets and his t-shirt. "M' never gonna wash these sheets again." He mumbles to himself. "Mm- what?" You ask groggily, making him jolt and blush. "Nothing, sorry." You go back to trying to sleep, and eventually pass out.

Ahmed tries to sleep as well, but just as he closes his eyes, he feels a weight on top of him. He gasps, and opens his eyes to see Patrick on top of him. "Come on, freak. We've got work to do." He sits back on the boys lap, allowing him to sit up. "Wha- I thought you were asleep." Patrick scoffs, and shakes his head. "Nah, just knew she wouldn't want to fall asleep around big bad me if she thought I was awake. But, I am. Now go find your camera." Ahmed looks confused, making Patrick roll his eyes. "Come on, you didn't think we were just gonna have a sleepover, did you? Tell secrets and make friendship bracelets like a fuckin' girl scout troop? We have a chance to get some close-up shots we could never get otherwise right now. Maybe even get a feel of her, now hurry up." The plan now confirmed, Ahmed scrambles as quietly as he can off the bed, practically throwing himself onto the floor as he blindly feels around under his bed for the camera. He knocks some stuff around, making Patrick his. "Shut the fuck up!" He whispers harshly. "M' sorry! It's dark." Ahmed whines. Finally, his fingers close around cold metal the camera, and he climbs back onto the bed beside Patrick.

"I'm ready. Just tell me when to snap a picture, and I'll do it." Patrick nods. "Heh, I've always wanted to see what's under this shirt." Patrick carefully slides the thin cotton up, not removing it from you but placing it just under your chin, exposing your breasts to the two boys. "Why doesn't she have a bra?" Ahmed asks. "She was coming back from the gym, already took off her sports bra, I guess. It's in her back over there, if you wanna smell it or some shit." Ahmed blushes. "S-smell it?" He stammers. "I don't know, you're the freak here. I'm just guessing that's something you're into." He isn't wrong.

"God, she's got a nice little pair, huh?" Patrick motions for Ahmed to snap a few photos. "Get one of my hands on em' too." Patrick's large hands cup your breasts, his thumb barely brushing past the nipple. Once Ahmed get's the photos, Patrick begins to gently rub his thumb and fore-finger over the nipples, watching as the delicate buds harden. "Fuck, I always like them better when there hard n' shit. Seeing them poke through t-shirts. I caught her out in the cold once, took everything in me to not make her pop em' out right there in the alley behind the school." Patrick smiles and the memory. Ahmed squirms, causing his friend to take notice.

"Gimme your camera." Patrick orders. "Wha- no! This, this camera is everything to me!" Patrick just groans at the boys pleading. "I'm not gonna' break it, freak. Just giving you a chance to free up your hands so you can play with her tits too." Ahmed looks between Patrick and your breasts, which are now peaking in arousal at Patrick's teasing. He sighs. "Okay, fine." Patrick takes the camera, and Ahmed places two hands on your breasts, squeezing ever so gently. "Wow, they're really soft, except for her nipples, I guess..." Patrick restrains himself from laughing so loud he'll wake you up. "God, you are such a fuckin' virgin. Do something photo-worthy, for fucks sake." Patrick eggs Ahmed on, and in a moment of boldness, the boy places a kiss on your collarbone, before slowly trailing his way down to your left breast. After a bit of careful kissing and teasing, his chapped lips find your nipple, latching gently.

"Shit... there you go." Ahmed is so lost in the taste of your soft skin that he doesn't register the camera flashing a few times as Patrick snaps some pictures. What he does hear however, is the soft, wanton moan that escapes your lips. He pulls back, eyes wide as he looks at Patrick. Patrick seems just as shocked, but this is quickly replaced with a toothy grin. "C'mon, clearly your making her feel good. Grab at her shorts, I wanna see if she's wet from us just playing with her girls." Patrick insists, and Ahmed obliges. Trembling fingers pull at your shorts, slowly inching them down your relaxed thighs. "Hurry up-' "I'm trying! It's hard when she's asleep, not exactly cooperating." Ahmed eventually gets the thin shorts down your legs, just above your knees in case they need to move them back up in a hurry. To his delight, he managed to hook your underwear down with them, leaving your soft mound exposed to the two boys.

Ahmed's nimble fingers move to spread your lips, the strings of slick breaking apart as he parts them, coating his fingers. He almost finishes right there, seeing the light of the camera as Patrick snaps a picture reflect off of your slick, letting them know just how soaked you are. "Fuckin' soaked... just from a bit of teasing." Patrick groans, making sure to get a picture of both your holes and Ahmed's fingers parting the folds around them. "Is that not normal?" Patrick shrugs. "I don't know, some people are more sensitive than others, I guess. Especially when they haven't been touched." Ahmed's eyes light up at that, and he whips his head towards Patrick.

"You- you think there's a chance she hasn't... y'know..." Ahmed trails off. "We're literally taking nudes of her cunt right now, just say 'had sex', 'fucked', anything. Jesus." The weaker boy shrinks into himself at the blonde's words. "I mean, it's possible. I've never heard of any guy doin' her, and I've never seen her with another guy around school." Patrick continues. "Isn't that your fault?" Ahmed asks, making his new friend chuckle. "Maybe. You're the one who's been outside her window for the past month, ever seen a guy over?" Ahmed shakes his head no. "Then maybe she's just been waiting for the right guy to come and show her a good time." Patrick moves a little closer to Ahmed, pressing himself against the boy's back. For the first time, Ahmed isn't bothered by Patrick towering over his smaller frame. "Well, right guys, y'know." Ahmed doesn't respond, his mind filling with ideas of what might happen, that night when him and Patrick finally get to be your firsts.

Would you be scared? He'd comfort you as best he could, but Patrick wouldn't be much help with that, (though he knows Patrick can be gentle when he really wants something.) Ever the anxious mess, he can't even focus on his fantasies without worrying. He needed to get condoms, and were you on birth control? Patrick should definitely get tested first, who knows what he's got going on. If Patrick takes you first, what should he do? He's content to sit in the corner and play with himself, but he know's Patrick would only make fun of him for 'not getting any'. A final thought strikes him. Would he be jealous? Would you like Patrick better? You've known him longer, and he's definitely more popular. He's pretty, whereas Ahmed is skinny and feral-looking. He's drawn out of his panic by the sound of a zipper.

"Whatcha thinkin' bout, 'Mhed?" Patrick asks. He can tell when his little freak-friend is spiraling. "You wanna touch her, huh?" Ahmed nods. He can feel the rough, calloused hands of Patrick palming his cock through his boxers. He shudders. "So much. I want... god, can I take her first?" Ahmed begs, gasping as Patrick pulls down his waistband, letting his cock stick out. Patrick gently rubs his thumb on Ahmed's tip, collecting a bead of pre-cum. "Maybe. You still' passing science?" Ahmed furrows his brow at the odd question. Why was Patrick asking about classes while he jerks him off over your sleeping form. "Yeah, I'm doing p-pretty well in all my classes..." He replies. He tosses his head back into Patrick's shoulder as the strong delinquent begins to stroke his length with quick, tight strokes. Patrick's free arm wraps around Ahmed's stomach, pinning the boy's back to his broad chest. "Gimme your notes for all your classes then. If you're good for me, n' keep proving you're worth something-" Another harsh stroke. Ahmed is on the verge. "Then maybe I'll let you be the one to break in her sweet little hole." Ropes of white, hot cum spill from Ahmed's cock as he cries out, before quickly biting his lip to try and silence himself. If you woke up now, there would be no way him and Patrick could make an excuse to get out of this. Just the thought of being your first leaves Ahmed so emotional that as his cock twitches in pleasure, he can feel himself tearing up.

"Are you fucking crying?" Patrick presses his lips to Ahmed's cheek, getting a taste. "You get jerked off one time thinking about our pretty girl and you fuckin' cry. Maybe you aren't ready to be her first." Ahmed gags, and turns around. He moves his arms, frantically whispering, begging. "No, no! I won't cry then, I'll be good. I'll make her feel good, please. I- I've gotta be her first, you don't-" Patrick shushes him. "You've got a long way to go. I think you and I will have to practice some more, making sure you last longer than you did just now." Patrick leans to the side, taking in the sight of your nude torso now decorated with Ahmed's cum. He grins. "Alright, here's the deal. You take some photos real quick, make sure we can see the pretty paint-job you gave her." Ahmed blushes as Patrick stands. "Where are you going?"

"Gotta go get some wipes, and I gotta be quick about it."

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Canon Burn "Enhanced"

Aka what if Burn’s canon character made some sense, and was even more evil?

So, I guess its no secret that Burn is my favorite villain of arc 1, and while I have spent some time writing and rewriting her, I suppose I would like to do a thought exercise, canon Burn.

Lets imagine I was to rewrite arc 1 Burn, but I was not allowed to change her character, not even the very fundamentals of her, she is a sadistic, ruthless monster but I intend to improve her presence in the arc.

And of course, I am going to start this by immediately questioning what is her reasoning.

What did Burn wanted? I find this question perplexing, she says she wants to be queen, the world needs her as queen, that she wants to continue the war for fun, and all, but through the arc, she actually shows completely uninterested in… Actually having the dealings of a queen? Then why she wants to be queen? Power? But this power answer is always a lazy one, nobody only wants power, its the means to an end, so that would be perpetual war? But then why would anyone follow her? Aren’t dragons tired of war that they are willing to listen to a bunch of dragonets?

But then here comes another question, in book 4, the SkyWings show to hate the False DoD, for they support Blister, so what? Do dragons want peace or not? Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t, sometimes they go “b-b-but those are the dragonets!” and I already complained about that before, if they know those are the DoD, why are they not deserting their positions to help protect the DoD instead of just following orders???

They are DRAGONS, by the three moons! A thing is humans hesitating desertion, because we are not build to live outside the societies we built, but dragons? My guy, they can fly anywhere and don’t give a crap about what is happening, we see that in the Scorpion Den, dragons fleeing the war, is deserting that terrifying for creatures to can fly and hunt anything they want?

Of course, I know most of those questions’ answers, she is a villain, a monster, and she kinda has to follow where the plot directs her, as everyone else. Otherwise WoF would fundamentally be a completely different story, with very different stakes.

So well, while I am not allowed to change Burn, I will change the outcome of many of her actions.

Lets begin at the beginning.

Oasis died, the palace is in chaos, and Burn steps up as queen searching for the culprits that caused it. Many weeks go by of self-fighting and councils to decide who was to be the new queen, well, here comes my first change, I find laughable that Burn was convinced by her brothers to let Smolder keep Flower, being basically “there was nothing nice happening to him”, as if Burn cared at all, so yeah, she kills Flower for her participation in Oasis murder, but by Blister’s own comment, does not put her head on the wall, because that would be embarrassing.

And so the Great War begins. Burn is as thrilled as any military commander would be, she is more than ready to put her plans and tactics to work. She sends emissaries to the Sky Queendom and meets with Scarlet, both have a tense first meeting, they are historical enemies, but Burn is willing to compromise to obtain Scarlet’s vast armies, so she promises to give her all the Diamond Spray delta, a land of immense value to all of Pyrrhia, a breadbasket of the east.

During her visits to the Sky Queendom, Burn does admire some ideas she would call ‘remarkable’ from Scarlet, such as her slave mines, replacing skilled labor force with cheap one at the most dangerous jobs. She immediately puts that to use back at the Sand Queendom, forming her first slave armies.

Slavery was banned from all queendoms long ago by a charter of the most basic rights and dignity of dragons, but neither Scarlet nor Burn had use for rights or dignity of anybody but themselves.

Blister’s stealing of treasure from the Sand Queendom was a huge blow for Burn, she did not had enough treasure to pay her army, so she would make up for it, by raising wartime taxes and enslaving all those who could not pay it, entire families were forced into her conscription, bankrupted by her new laws, Burn had proved herself an immensely unpopular ruler, but she had the army on her side, they would squash and execute any dissidents.

A sign of things to come, Burn’s leadership would increasingly become more draconian and brutal as time went on and no morals, laws or anything would prevent her from achieving victory, even if she had to rule above a pile of bones instead of subjects.

Passing time forward, Burn was visiting Scarlet at her brightest night and decides to have some fun, capturing and murdering Hvitur, the IceWing’s idealism bothered her and questioned her legitimacy to the decision of a bunch of dragonets was a laughable affair. She believes the prophecy is false, and she will make sure everyone knows that.

Through intimidation and propaganda, especially from Scarlet’s part, the SandWings, SkyWings and in a lesser part, the MudWings, are completely oblivious of the existence of the DoD, because their great leaders have told them no such thing would happen anymore, and it worked.

Burn had built herself a cult of personality comparable only to Scarlet’s and to a lesser extent to Coral’s, known by her troops as “the Queen of Steel”, for her famous armor gifted by Scarlet, and no prophecy nor destiny would change her ultimate victory, but on the fronts, Burn had proved herself a less capable strategist than she portrayed herself as.

In 5002 to 5003 AS, Blister had launched a large offensive against Burn, the so-called Blister’s Gamble, under commander Tempest, the SeaWings, ever considered inferiors for their lack of breath weapons by the other tribes, had beaten Burn’s army time and time again until reaching the Sand Queendom’s border.

Their success was due to Tempest’s innovative combination of the hit-and-fly tactics with new long-range weaponry employed by the SeaWings, which feinted apparent defeats and retreats, which Burn greedily pursued with her forces, only to be surrounded by a surprise encirclement.

The situation had grow dire for Burn, and in the Third Battle of the Diamond Spray, she lost nearly 3000 dragons in 50 days, a horrifying casualty ratio to Tempest’s 1700 casualties. Of course, her most glorious majesty could not be blamed for such disaster, and thus one of her brothers was the first to go, Scald was executed publicly for ‘his’ embarrassing defeats, despite following down to the letters Burn’s orders and fully believing in her “always charge” mentality.

Burn’s regime begins to devour itself into bloody pieces, first Six-Claws had deserted after her absurd orders to attack the MudWings instead of any diplomatic approach given, and shifted his forces down south for the offensive, while Blaze’s fortress was vulnerable past several skirmishes, Burn’s military genius was becoming questionable at best, and her orders and overwhelming control of the fronts were causing more defeats than successes.

The only reason she was able to keep going so far was because she implemented a far more harsh version of Scarlet’s breeding programs. Its not hard to imagine that in such a hopeless state, many SandWings did not wanted to raise dragonets without a future, the population was declining at a fast rate due to the war, and Burn solved the issue clearly and directly, by forcing the breeding.

Further more defeats would come until in 5003 AS, Tempest was assassinated by rampaging MudWings, the SeaWing command structure was sent into a chaos, and her protegee, Piranha, was chosen as the new commander and she, a devotee of similar tactics as Burn, had faced her ultimate enemy.

The SeaWing forces were past their logistical capabilities and in a not very suitable terrain for themselves.

In 5004 AS, Burn’s shifting of her forces down south had been concluded, and she launched the largest military operation of the war so far. The combined might of the Sand and Sky’s armies threw themselves at the enemy.

The offensive, known as Burn’s Sandstorm, within a month, pushed the MudWings and SeaWings out of her and Scarlet’s territory, the SeaWings had suffered nearly 5000 casualties, roughly 70% of their army was killed in the offensive, the bloodiest of the war and Piranha was immediately fired and replaced by Shark, a staunch defender who managed to stabilize the front.

Queen Moorhen’s army was on the verge of disintegration and she was forced to accept Burn’s alliance, fearing she would continue her push until besieging the Mud Palace to destruction.

Though her successes filled up her head over her military superiority, Burn would spent the next several years recovering from the disastrous state her army found itself in the aftermath of the operation, with her new MudWing allies only fully recovering their strength by the 5010s. News however had come to her that Queen Glacier had begun her offensive in the west, defeating Scarlet’s garrisons in the north and threatening her palace, the war was once again at a stalemate despite massive cost in lives and resources.

In 5005 AS, the brightest night had occurred, for years since 5000 AS, the newly founded organization of the Talons of Peace, a pacifist pan-pyrrhian organization had spread the words of the NightWing prophet Morrowseer about the hatching of the Dragonets of Destiny, dragonets destined to end the war near its 20th year raging on.

Burn had acted dismissively of such prophecy, but whispers of dissidents had made she take harsh measures. In the aftermath of her murder of Hvitur and the prophetic SkyWing egg, she went further to destroy the pacifist and defeatist speeches.

According to her, fanaticism was not enough, she started to employ criminals and gangs in her army, openly collaborating with the Talons of Power led by Vulture, his assassins becoming the enforcers in her army, executing all the weak willed and worthless from her army, and the deportation of their families to slave armies, even dragonets, who Burn considered nothing but “small adults”, to serve her or die trying.

By 5011 AS, Burn’s army had been reshaped several times, and probably was killed twice already. All her commanders saved Smolder, overall known as her last competent commander, had been executed publicly for their failures. This new situation had given rise to incompetence and corruption within her army, and Burn was blissfully unaware of any of it, since their survival depended on giving her good news. One such example of buffon rised to leadership was Sandstorm, formerly a soldier with one small merit in combat, now general under control of the palace.

Now, now. As we reach the Dragonet Prophecy book, I will propose something insane but bear with me.

I want Burn to be the main villain of arc 1, I want her to have THIS much weight in the story, so I will actually downplay Scarlet’s villainy, as after their capture by her forces, Scarlet will overall be the sole reason the DoD are even alive under the sight of this Burn. Because much like canon, Scarlet has been doing some major weight lifting for Burn as her main ally and the main source of her strength.

Scarlet considered the DoD sheltered weaklings and wanted to “promote” their growth, at trials by combat in her arena, should they survive and prove their strong will, she had considered to have one of them as her new champion and the rest be freed, supposedly. Burn was not having any of it, she wanted to murder the DoD immediately, as the word had spread quickly among Scarlet’s soldiers of the DoD existing, undoing years of propaganda and brainwashing Burn had worked on.

The following events play much as canon, Clay defeats Fjord, and Tsunami defeats Gill. Scarlet was impressed and the SkyWings begun believing more and more in the prophecy, Clay then faced Peril, which enraged Burn.

Since the brightest night in 5005 AS, Burn had grow to despise Peril in particular, the new queen’s champion had firescales, and she could not simply murder her, Burn had found one dragon who, by technical terms, was stronger than her. Burn had particular fantasies of being a firescale and wanted to somehow get Peril’s scales and make an armor that would burn her opponents to ashes, but such means were not known nor thought possible. Burn now could only to watch Scarlet waste such powerful and loyal tool with worthless arena fights.

But Glory would surprise attack both of them, Burn shoved Scarlet in front of her who had the blunt of the venom in the region of her eye. Burn escaped, rather awkwardly to regroup her forces and go after the DoD, who had already escaped, making her furious.

Burn however, would have none of this anymore, Scarlet had costed her years of effort in a single day. She stormed her throne room and murdered Scarlet in front of her guards, declaring Ruby to be the new queen of the SkyWings, the weak and submissive simply accepted the deal. The arranging of events was perfect for Burn, eliminating the last dragon who could have her on a leash, she now would freely do whatever she wanted, at whatever cost she cared little about.

She begun extensive searching parties for the next days to come, after the DoD, who had moved to the Mud Queendom, were Clay would supposedly find his parents, only to be hit by his mother with a bombshell, she didn’t care about him, nor had any space for him at her home. Clay and Glory were about to return to the DoD when they saw Sunny’s flashy yellow in the sky, they had been captured by the MudWings and were being brought to the Mud Palace.

Glory and Clay followed them and surrendered to the guards to of the palace to join them. Sunny was glad to see they were okay, while Tsunami was furious they blew up their potential attempt to break free just to join them. After an hour, they met Queen Moorhen.

“ Oh, so the prophecy was true? You are the Dragonets of Destiny? I thought Burn had- “ Moorhen spoke as she flew downwards and landed in front of them. “ All of you killed. ”

“ Queen Moorhen! “ Sunny made her way through the DoD to speak with her, bowing “ You have to let us go, please. We will bring hope to wherever we go, we will end this war! “

“ I am so sorry dragonet… “ Moorhen said as she bent her head down to meet with Sunny’s eyes, “ Burn is a powerful enemy, one I can not afford to face, and never will after her victory. She promised us peace, I wish the prophecy meant something, but she killed the SkyWing, its false. “

“ It isn’t! And we can prove to you… We only need a chance! Please! “ Sunny implored to Moorhen.

Moorhen seemed reflexive for a moment, she spoke gently, “ I already sent a messenger telling Burn to come here to take all of you. What do you think she is going to do with me if I let you go? The Sky Queendom is in chaos, Burn will not tolerate another failure, especially from me. “

“ Can’t you fight her?! “ barked Tsunami. Queen Moorhen was old, she was burly and seemed strong, but her sad and tired eyes rather told a hopeless story.

“ I can’t. I am old and frail, Burn is at the peak of her strength, she would slaughter me. “ Moorhen spoke.

“ She wants me. Then she will get it. “ Sunny spoke, determined, “ Let the rest of them go, I will face Burn. “

The DoD cried out her madness, but Sunny patiently awaited the response of Moorhen. The queen of the MudWings looked down again at the odd little SandWing, so small, yet so brave, she looked back to her younger years, would she be forever known as the queen who submitted to a greater evil? What would be of her tribe? Does Burn even retain her sanity to keep any peace deals? She must stand up at once.

“ Leave. All of you. “ Moorhen snarled as tears came down her eyes.

“ B-But Burn? “ Sunny yelped.

“ Leave her to me. “ Moorhen spoke determined, looking at the DoD, “ I hope you all are strong, little dragonets. Please, do end this war, for all our sakes. “

The DoD left the Mud Palace, departing to the Sea Queendom where they would meet Queen Coral and have dealings with Blister, who easily convinced them she had a more proper claim to the throne. In the meanwhile Moorhen patiently had awaited for Burn’s arrival, while calming her only surviving daughter from the former slaughters, until the moment she had arrived.

“ Where are THEM?! “ Burn snarled as she landed and walked right in the palace, “ Where. Are. THEM?! “

“ They are gone. You will not get them, Burn. “ Moorhen stomped forward, defiant.

“ Ah… Betrayal. “ Burn’s grim grew wide as she snarled and hissed at Moorhen, “ I am done having allies. Each ridiculous failure I tolerated, but this has to be the gravest of offenses, coming from you, Moorhen. I had believed you old age had given you some senses, but I see all it has given is your slow mind and your pathetically frail body. “

“ Enough! “ Moorhen roared, “ I won’t be insulted at my own palace. Lets solve this issue in the only way you know, fight me. “

“ With absolute pleasure. “ Burn hissed sinisterly as she jumped towards Moorhen.

The fight was short but harsh, Burn slashed and stabbed Moorhen’s body, whom’s thick hide protected for the most part, and stroke back, slashing Burn around, throwing her around like she almost was a dragonet’s toy, but the longer it took, the more Moorhen grew tired until Burn eventually overwhelmed her, throwing her into the ground.

Burn walked slowly until her head, threw into the ground and grabbed her by the neck.

“ Before your death. I wish to tell you what is to come… “ Burn hissed, “ I am in control now. I will throw every elderly, male, female and dragonet to the slaughter… And when I done with it, there WON’T be a tribe in those fetid lands any longer. Whoever survives will become my personal slaves, and I will do whatever it pleases me to them, I only regret you not being the FIRST. “

And Burn stabs Moorhen right through her eye.

Contrary to Moorhen’s expectations, Burn had placed a SkyWing as governor of the Mud Queendom, and executed her last daughter, ending her line. Though merciful, the SkyWing commander was particularly brutal in her punishments of the dissidents and seemed to soon quell any rebellious dragons and restore peace in the Mud Queendom.

The delays were infuriating for Burn, but after several days, she now had given the order for the amassing of her forces near the Diamond Spray delta, where she would launch a massive attack at the Summer Palace, to be launched in the next day.

While she was preparing, Tsunami and the DoD had considered thanks to Blister’s convenient help that meeting Blaze was not necessary, for she would not be able to stand against Burn anyways. Blister’s plan of action consisted in infiltrating the stronghold and assassinate Burn, thus bringing her entire empire down, but before they could even begin to plan the actual steps necessary for it, Burn’s forces had crashed against the summer palace with immense violence.

The battle was bloody and for a time the outer layers of the mountain resisted, but battle after bloody battle, the SkyWings and MudWings crossed it and bombs were placed opening larger holes where more troops came in. The SeaWings organized a desperate defense as the civilians fled down underwater. Amidst the chaos, Tsunami have had enough of Coral’s failures, she challenged her mom and after a short but fierce battle, she had won, Coral was no more.

While Tsunami fled with her sisters to the undersea, the DoD rushed to get out of here through their own means, flying back to the Mud Queendom and then towards the Rainforest. Blister’s location was unknown at that moment but she presumably waited in one of her hideouts until Tsunami could communicate back at her, while sneaking around Burn’s forces, who had extensively searched for her.

A day later, Burn had arrived to inspect the ruins of the summer palace, and to make a very short visit at the numerous SeaWing prisoners captured during the battle, abandoned by their new queen. Burn had been approached by Crocodile, the MudWing commander.

“ Queen Burn, your ultimatum for Tsunami’s surrender has expired an hour ago, there was no answer. “ She informed Burn, who snarled.

“ So be it. They can hide their pathetic carcasses forever under the sea if they like, my business is within our shores. “ She said.

“ Also, your majesty. We captured plenty of prisoners, they are begging to serve you. “ Crocodile said while directing Burn.

“ Oh. “ Burn said, as she walked through the palace and begun inspecting the SeaWing prisoners now forming a line in front of her, to which of them plead.

“ Please. Queen Burn! Let us join you, we gonna get underwater and bring Tsunami for you! I swear! She will pay for letting us die! “ He spoke.

“ Hmph. “ Burn’s nostrils flared, “ A most interesting proposition, SeaWing. However, I do not care what happens under the sea, nor do I have time to treat with prisoners. “

The prisoners yelped then stayed in silence, as Burn followed her course.

“ What is this, Crocodile? “ Burn pointed out towards a jail with current water and filled with creatures Burn had never seem before.

“ I believe its a prison, your majesty. Those creatures do something in the water if they try to escape. “ She responded.

“ Bring a prisoner. “ Burn demanded, and Crocodile turned back and brought a SeaWing prisoner, who begged for her life.

“ Please! Please! I tell you anything. “ She said to Burn.

“ What is those things? What do they do? “ Burn asked, pointing at the slithering creatures in the water.

“ They are eels. They produce energy and can kill a full grow dragon. I believe they have to recharge after doing so, so its free to go through the water later! “ The prisoner said.

“ Good. Show me! “ Burn hissed as she smiled, pushing the SeaWing into the water.

“ Please! NO- “ The prisoner screamed as the eels electrocuted her, as her body sunk, Burn snarled.

“ Crocodile. Do you know this prisoner? “

“ Yes, your majesty. Its Webs, a member of the talons of peace, he was foolish enough to believe me when I spoke his queen sought to redeem him for his egg stealing. “ Crocodile said.

“ Bring him to me. “ Burn snarled.

“ Crocodile jumped through the water and grabbed Webs and threw him on the ground in front of Burn. He looked very pathetic and small as he lifted his head to see her, shaking in fear.

Burn grabbed him by the neck and lifted his body, then stabbed his heart with her barbed tail and dropped him on the ground again.

“ Tell me where the DoD are, and I may give you the cure. “ Burn snarled at him.

Webs cried of pain and grunted.

“ T-They… Argh… They went to the rainforest. Its all I know!! Please! “ Webs cried out.

Burn smiled and watched as he slowly died right in front of her.

After a few minutes, Webs had fell into the ground, cold and dead. Burn turned away and ordered Crocodile.

“ Execute them all. I have no need for those worthless creatures. “

While Burn enjoyed her victory at the summer palace, the DoD had reached the rainforest, to find an unsurprising tribe of pacifists and harmless dragons. While Glory tried resolving a case of missing RainWings, the rest of the DoD had reached the conclusion that an alliance with Blaze and the IceWings was necessary if they had any hope to counter Burn. They found the NightWing tunnels that led to Burn’s stronghold and left towards her fortress, to encounter princess Blaze.

Their meeting was brief but fruitful, Queen Glacier had soon arrived and discussed with them about the possibility of an united front against Burn with the SeaWings, who hopefully under queen Tsunami would continue their resistance, but Glacier showed herself hopeless in face of the situation and intended to surrender the Ice Queendom rather than engage in an all-out invasion of Burn to her territory, the great ice cliff would not be enough.

With defeatism crippling their potential allies, the DoD departed from the meeting without any deal nor any hope Glacier would stand up against Burn, they returned to the Rainforest, where Glory had been kidnapped by the NightWings and uncovered their whole plot. She escaped there and later Starflight was kidnapped too, he spoke with Morrowseer and Battlewinner, the prophecy was not going as they intended, and Starflight acted as a diplomat they would need.

The NightWings needed a new home, and now they could not afford to simply ignore Burn anymore, should she murder all of Pyrrhia until there’s nobody left, and they had by far the least numerous population in Pyrrhia.

Battlewinner and Morrowseer met with queen Grandeur, an alliance out of necessity was forged, despite the NightWing crimes against the RainWings. The NightWings left to the rainforest and settled down in a village for the time being, but soon chaos would follow.

The RainWings were angry at the NightWings, but while insurrections threatened their stability, Burn’s forces had gathered around the rainforest and she intended to launch a massive attack and burn down the entire place down. She could have sent an ultimatum to queen Grandeur to deliver the DoD to her or face death, but she didn’t, to Burn, RainWings were less than dragons, they were less than creatures, even less than bugs. They are to be slaughtered on sight.

The attack had begun, and Burn’s mass forest fires had not have the effects she desired, for it was rainy season in the rainforest, each fire started often would go out within a day of rains. Frustrated, she launched her forces into the hunting through the rainforest, an unfamiliar landscape, many would die, out of diseases they never had faced before to poisonous creatures, and RainWing and NightWing guerrilla tactics, the entire operation bogged down in the rains.

While the DoD desperately tried to help the RainWings to prepare a military force, Sunny ended up being separated from the group in the chaos of the attacks and was captured by Addax, the SandWing intended to deliver her immediately to Burn, but was convinced to send her to the palace instead, on their way, he told her horrifying stories of how is Burn’s regime, he himself was a debt slave, his family held into slavery back at the stronghold, Sunny had asked if this is what he was fighting for, and he agreed, there is no hope, do what Burn says or die.

While Sunny got tired, Addax decided to stop by the Scorpion Den to rest for the night. They have arrived and met Six-Claws, Sunny watched as the den was no heaven, it seemed a safe haven for the SandWings, and many other tribes who looked at her in shock, she was a dragonet of destiny, and had arrived there. Many of them approached Sunny and begged her to do something, to stop the war, but the dragonet stared in silence, nearly hopeless to stop the situation.

Suddenly the crowd dispersed, as familiar faces appeared among the crowd, Peril and Kestrel.

Sunny called them and approached.

“ Peril?! Kestrel?! You are here! “ Sunny yelped happily, she would almost hug Peril, if she possibly could.

“ Oh, hey Sunny… Wait, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be stopping the war? Where is Clay?! “ Peril spoke.

“ Its obvious. Those little worms have failed. There’s nothing we can do now. “ Kestrel snarled.

“ We… We have. “ Sunny said as her face fell down into a sad depressed state. “ We are just dragonets now, and Burn has the entire world after us…… But I am not defeated yet. “

“ GRR. Yes you are, annoying thing. “ Kestrel growled, “ Settle down here, if you like. Your new life of hiding now, I am used to it, but I guess you and Peril will be great friends in learning that way. Burn doesn’t seem interested in invading this den. “

“ No! I can’t… So many dragons depend on us! “ Sunny cried out, “ I heard from Addax, the horrors of her regime, we will never be safe until Burn is gone! “

“ And how do you expect to do that? “ Kestrel said, “ Unless you expect to grow a few meters up, build some muscles, you are a bug. Annoying one at that, but still a bug “

Sunny looked at Peril, as her eyes flashed with hope, “ Maybe not me. But Peril can! “

“ Me?! “ Peril yelped, “ B-But… I… “

Sunny tried to hold her army but her little talons burnt for a second and she jumped around, “ But Peril… Ow! Ow! Owwww… But… Peril… You are the only dragon in the world that can stop her… She fears you… She doesn’t know to kill you, and we can’t have time for her to figure it out! “

Peril stared at her, as did Kestrel, but then Peril looked up to her mother, Kestrel awkwardly tried to speak.

“ Well… Uh… Sunny is annoying, Peril, very annoying, very little stupid ideas… But she is right. “ Kestrel had a pause for a moment, “ You and me, all we have done so far was hide and escape her forces, but truth is, not even the den is safe, not forever, we must act, YOU must act. For all our sakes. “

“ B-But… Everyone in Pyrrhia hates me, why should I help anyone? As long as I am around, we are all safe here! Safe and not killing anybody! “ Peril spoke.

“ You were a monster, my daughter! And so is Burn a monster! We can not have two monsters at the same time, if you do not come for her right now, she will come for you! You are not unkillable! “ Kestrel snarled.

“ What Kestrel wants to say, Peril, is that… Your actions haunt you, but this is your chance at redemption! “ Sunny spoke, while approaching Peril again, “ Be our wings of fire in the prophecy! Be the hero! We will stand right behind you! “

“ Yes… “ Kestrel snarled, “ Burn must pay, she killed our queen. She enslaved our queendom! You can see reason, can’t you, Peril? “

“ I… I thought this world didn’t needed me… “ Peril snarled, “ Monster. Creature. Evil… But I see the truth in your words Sunny, I will face Burn, I will kill her! May this be my last killing! “

While Peril snarled loudly, the dragons around heard it and curiously approached, including one particular dragon, Thorn, who had arrived to see what all this confusion was about. A weird meeting for Sunny who followed her to the main tent, Peril and Kestrel followed, while Addax was put into a temporary arrest.

The meeting was the first good news Sunny had in a while, Peril was going to face Burn, and Thorn agreed the Outclaws to participate on it, a strike against the Burn’s stronghold will force her to divert her forces from the rainforest, and herself to return to it, giving the DoD there a time to rest, and hopefully, end the war. Even Addax spoke, as he had sent a message to Burn and she would be in the stronghold within a day, a most perfect situation.

They begun the plan, the Outclaws approached the stronghold under the night, Peril and Kestrel waited just outside the stronghold to surprise Burn’s garrison by the morning, as Sunny arrived later:

“ You really came, Kestrel?! “

“ Yes, fool. “ Kestrel growled, “ Peril is MY daughter. And… I am one of your guardians, I was supposed to be at your side all times, but things haven’t worked out as we all expected… Thanks to you dragonets. “

“ I also sent a message to the Talons of Peace, they will also come to the stronghold, and will bring a special guest. “ Kestrel continued.

“ Blister… “ Sunny whispered, “ Given everything that happened to us so far, she is the best choice we have. “

“ I am glad you think so, little Sunny. “ Suddenly from the sands, a figure appeared and scared Sunny, it was Blister.

“ Blister?! You are already here?! “ Sunny yelped.

“ Your young mind is surprised by a lot, dragonet. “ Blister spoke, “ We adults have much planned. I had my own plans, but your input to convincing Peril to join our side was a most welcome one. “

“ Your plan? “ Sunny asked.

“ Oh. The usual. “ Blister laughed, “ An assassination attempt here and there, striking the heart of the disease. But it has become increasingly harder, Burn barely spends any time at the palace, and the more time passes, the more she is surrounding herself with her most worthless soldiers. “

“ I see. “ Sunny spoke, “ At least, well, Peril can convince them to get out of the way! “

“ Ha! “ Blister barked a laugh, but refrained from saying anything else, but “ Indeed. “

Nonetheless, Sunny was glad of it. She was always the most determined and hopeful, and if she was faulting, the DoD had given up, at worst. But she was going to end this war, and Peril would deliver the final blow.

The night went on and by the morning, Burn and a considerable force of soldiers returned to the palace. Just as they landed, the Outclaws begun their surprise attack.

The battle raged on for a short bit, but when it became clear they were outnumbered by Burn’s garrison, Peril flew upwards and scattered through the battlefield, burning several of Burn’s soldiers. The SandWings had heard scarse information about such a devilish beast hatched in the Sky Queendom, but none of them were aware of her powers, they immediately retreated.

“ RETREAT!!! “ Burn roared as loud as she could, “ Men the ballistas, shoot that thing out of the sky!!! “

While the SandWing shooters were skilled, shooting down several of the Outclaws, Peril was faster than any of them could aim and easily maneuvered around their large arrows, and destroyed each ballistas so fast the soldiers flew away screaming.

“ The cannons! The bombs! Throw EVERYTHING at her!!! “ Burn roared.

Small doors opened through the palace’s large dome, dragons moved forward cannons and begun shooting the Outclaws and Peril, several SandWing soldiers also threw dragonflame cactus at them, and one of them had hit Peril who was throw in the ground, roaring in pain.

“ Peril! “ Sunny yelled as she went upwards and flew towards her. Peril looked… Surprisingly fine after the explosion, but she was full of the cactus’ seeds, quite often the main killers in the aftermath. But Sunny looked slightly in horror as Peril burnt all the seeds down.

Peril looked at Sunny with an indescribable rage and shoot upwards in the sky towards the cannons.

“ Wait Peril! NO! “ Sunny yelled.

As Peril crossed the sky in an arch of flames, she entered one of the small doors, Sunny watched in horror for a few moments after Peril went outwards again and an immense explosion sent shockwaves, that shaked the entire palace and its surroundings, the desert trembled and everyone stopped fighting.

All attention now came to Peril, who roared as loud as she could, “ Surrender NOW! Or I will burn every LAST one of you! “

All Burn’s soldiers dropped their weapons in the ground and stood down.

Burn herself had fled within the palace, knowing she could not out fly Peril, she had one last stand to make.

Sunny and Peril entered the palace, followed by Thorn and the Outclaws, everyone they went up against surrendered and begged for mercy, and they made their way down to the throne room, where Burn was.

To Sunny’s shock and horror, Burn had gathered all the dragonets of the wingery and was now using them as living shields against Peril’s wrath. It was uncanny to watch that enormous dragon using babies as shields, but at that point, Burn would do anything and everything to stop Peril, no matter the cost.

“ Step back! “ Burn snarled, her voice was nowhere near as threatening as it ever was, almost crackling her tone to a yelp, “ Step back! Or you will kill all those dragonets!! “

Peril’s grim widened, as she so uncannily and gently spoke, “ You saw what I did when I hatched, what Scarlet made me do… You think a bunch of dragonets is going to soft my heart? “

Burn’s eyes flashed as they widened, Peril kept moving towards her and the dragonets.

But as she did, she felt an unusual feeling from her tail, Sunny grabbed her but quickly released as her talons burned hot.

“ What are you doing?! “ Peril snarled.

“ Owww. P-Please, Peril! You can’t do this… They are dragonets, they are innocents! There must be another way! “ Sunny spoke.

“ Sunny… Everything I did in my life was kill innocents… A few more and Burn does not bother me. “ Peril hissed, “ After all… Everything that stands in my way will burn. “

As Peril kept moving forward, Sunny ran in front of her and stood, with her arms and wings open wide. Sunny’s eyes flashed in the light as they grew teary.

“ I… I can’t let you do this… Peril. “ Sunny spoke.

“ Get OUT of my way, Sunny! “ Peril roared.

“ I won’t!! “ Sunny roared back, small but fierce, “ Those dragonets… They are the future we are fighting for… If you burn them all… then what are we fighting for? “

“ Vengeance? Bloodlust? Pleasure? I don’t care about the justification, Sunny! “ Peril snarled, “ You brought me here to kill Burn, and that’s exactly what I am going to do… Either you will die with her or not, its not of my concern. Now, this is your final warning, get OUT of my way. “

As Sunny refused to move, Peril bared her teeth and grew so angry she would have walked right into Sunny, but one small voice in her mind, of Clay, told her not to kill Sunny. There was another way.

Peril grabbed a pottery nearby and swiftly hit Sunny in the head, who fell into the ground, barely conscious.

“ I am sorry, Sunny. “ Peril spoke, “ But I am here to be a hero. “

Sunny’s eyes blinked as she looked around, all she could hear were the horrible screams of dragonets and Burn as Peril advanced on them. She had hold Burn for last, as she melted her armor and it sunk on Burn’s scales, before delivering the final blow.

Sunny stayed on the ground for a while, before recovering after several minutes, shaking up her head and standing up to look in horror at Peril, who had the greatest smile in her snout.

“ I did it, Sunny! “ Peril laughed, “ I killed Burn! I am a hero! “

Sunny walked past her, towards where Burn and the dragonets were, she took one small half burnt toy and held really close at her chest before falling to the ground, crying.

The price for peace, for freedom, is one of the bloodiest roads to walk on.

[sad-girl-hours23]

This started as a writing exercise for "first lines" and I wrote this first line without any notion of a story: Buck stares at the wedding invitation he received in the mail for a Mr. Eric Williams and a Mr. Thomas Kinard, and says, “what the fuck.”

But then I thought to myself, why would Tommy send him an invite to his wedding and well, this idea was born. Pay no attention to the plot holes and general lack of logistics lol also I did not re-read this so know that going in.

TLDR: Post break-up, Tommy gets amnesia, loses the last 8 years of memories. Doesn’t tell anyone, fakes it with his boss & Lucy. Quits his job & moves to Pennsylvania. Changes his number. Gets a boring desk job and falls in love with the first man he meets. They eventually get engaged & Tommy, wanting to have familiar faces on his side of the aisle, invites Hen, Howie, Sal, Bobby, and Lucy. He doesn’t remember them, but he also sends invites to Eddie and Evan (whose information is in his address book)

Cut to Buck receiving a wedding invitation from Tommy 2 years after he broke up with Buck and never spoke to him again.

Buck/Tommy amnesia fic where Tommy goes out of town and he gets into an accident shortly after the breakup and forgets the last 8 years.

 His emergency contact is his captain who, to Tommy’s memory, he’s only met a handful of times since he remembers his transfer to Harbor being approved, but he doesn’t remember ever working there. He doesn’t remember why he was out of town, but something is telling him he needed to get away. The thought of trying to fit back into a life he doesn’t remember gives him anxiety, as does the thought of asking strangers to fill in the blanks. He doesn’t tell his chief or anybody about the amnesia. Maybe this can be the new start he craved.

When he gets back to LA, he quits his job and prepares to move. He finds a house to rent in Hershey, Pennsylvania of all places. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t ever remember wanting to go there, but it sticks in his brain. Maybe it’s his sweet tooth.

He wonders if there is anybody he should contact before he goes. His phone was lost in the accident, so he had no call history or text messages to go off of. All he had was an address book, with some names he recognized, Howie and Hen, and others he didn’t, an Eddie Diaz and an Evan Buckley. There’s an ache in his chest he can’t explain. Maybe it’s that the only phone calls he’s received in the last two weeks since his accident have been spam or from Lucy. He wishes he remembered her. She sounded skeptical when he skirted things he couldn’t remember, surprised but ultimately happy for him when he told her about the move. Told him not to be a stranger, but he knew he would be.

He gets to Pennsylvania and takes his time settling in. He gets a boring desk job. After a month, with no contact from anybody, he changes his number to one with a Pennsylvania area code. He still thinks about reaching out to Hen and Howie, but he chickens out every time. He does reach out to Sal and finds relief in finally being truthful about his amnesia. It feels like they pick up right where they left off and Tommy’s grateful for the friendship, even if Sal can’t tell him anything about his life (apparently they hadn’t kept in touch often).

Tommy can’t explain why he saves Evan Buckley’s information in his phone or the fluttering feeling in his chest he gets just looking at the name. It’s the same feeling he gets when he finds himself driving down a residential road and catches sight of a white house with green shutters. He can’t explain the way it feels like his mind is trying to retrieve memories that never come. He composes texts that he never sends, isn’t sure what he would even say. 

 He meets a man named Eric, who sweeps him off his feet. He’s just sweet enough that Tommy chooses to ignore the ways Eric can make him feel small and ashamed at being new to dating men. He is new to it as far as his memory is concerned, so he pushes the feeling down. 

He toys with the idea of getting recertified to become a firefighter again, but Eric won’t hear of it and Tommy doesn’t want to lose him, wants the life and marriage that Eric’s talked about. Even if deep down, it feels like there is somebody else out there for him. 

Tommy & Eric get engaged and Tommy leaves all the planning to his fiancee. The only thing Tommy doesn’t want is separate sides for friends and family, considering the fact that Eric and Sal are all he has, but Eric insists. So Tommy decides to send an invite to Howie, Hen, Lucy, and Bobby. He also sends an invite to Eddie and Evan and hopes it isn’t a mistake.

Cut to Buck receiving a wedding invitation from Tommy 2 years after he broke up with Buck and never spoke to him again and Buck is like, “what the fuck?”

[snowfairie]

why you don’t have to do ANYTHING to get what you want

i think some non-believers and maybe some part of the community in general esp if manifesting is something new to you, are under the assumption that manifesting is magical and it’s just coming out of your ass. so allow me to explain in a way that may be digestible because this would’ve been helpful for me when i first started !

you've always had the ability to create ♡

in my opinion it’s more about becoming aware of it right? you’ve been unconsciously creating for quite some time, most have! and that’s totally fine cause now you’ll learn to realize that you’re in control! as a kid did you ever make an assumption about a situation (possibly negative) and that situation came true, and maybe in the back of your mind you’re like “i knew it!” yeah babe that was you creating and believing in a scenario! and you probably didn’t have to do a single thing for that scenario to come true, at least not consciously. you’re in control of your own life, that shouldn’t be a wild concept to literally anyone.

forcing is resistance ♡

when you manifest you’re deciding what you want, deciding the thing(s) you want in your life. for example say you wanna manifest weight loss, maybe you’re a size XL but wanna be a size L. you simply decide that you’re a size large. now ofc you can just leave it there, once you decide something it’s automatically yours but for most that doesn’t feel believable enough and that’s very valid! we’ve been trained in a very different way to think so it makes sense ! that’s where methods usually come in !

now methods aren’t NEEDED but they do help prime the brain so things are more believable to you therefore imprinting better in your subconscious. now in my previous post about how to manifest with ADHD i mentioned affirming. why? because you affirm all day every day anyway?! loll so why not affirm something differently? so in relation to the weight loss it could be as simple as “i am a size large” or maybe “i love being a size large”

now your subconscious takes whatever you tell it, you tell it that you’re a size large repeatedly it’s gonna take you literal and start NATURALLY GUIDING you to take actions that will give you your desire NOW here’s why i said forcing is resistance.

a lot of the time when people think of manifesting they think you sit and do nothing and get what you want and while that is still possible, that’s not necessarily the case. now anybody else would wanna be a size large and start immediately obsessing over weight numbers, and how many times they gotta work out etc. that’s forcing. with manifesting it will give you the easiest thought that will change your whole journey. you’ll randomly have the urge to do a exercise you’ve never heard of before and that ONE exercise alone will give you EXACTLY what you want? does that make sense?

the exercise was ALWAYS there that answer was ALWAYS there it was just more about becoming aware of it, and with that shift of a mindset you were able to notice it. in the simplest terms manifesting is purely thinking and embodying the person that has what you want and through you’re imagination and thoughts you will be naturally shown the easiest and best answer for YOU unless you want otherwise. some people like hard work and that’s alright. but killing yourself is not needed to get what you want. the more you relax the more open you are to receiving an idea or thought that will change your world and give you everything you want.

you are always only one thought away

[astrxlfinale]

Deviously callous in her pursuits, there would be a pause in action before that never-ending bubbly, adrenaline-filled body POUNCED. Keeping those arms and legs wrapped firmly around his body, glistening embers would stare back, threatening to spill into wild flames. The excitement practically oozed from her body, with her heart thumping endlessly. Toying around with nitro-fuel to get the party going had been precisely her plan, but once that signature red scarf entered her line of sight, it was as if he had sealed his fate to the utmost.

“So,” she begins, tapping her fingers along his shoulder. Another exercise to exert some energy. “How do you feel about being my Valentines this year, Lighter?” A romantic gesture, presented in the sweetest of tones.

“I know I’m early, but I figured I’d call dibs before anybody else did!” The explanation comes easily, as if it had been the intention from the very beginning. To pass up such an opportunity would be ridiculous, especially when the ex-mercenary was practically almost always on demand. It leaves a woman to get quite impatient with her movements. “Don’t be shy! We can exterminate some Hollow grounds, and then I’ll treat you to a nice meal… maybe we could share a drink, too! I’ll deliver you back safely, that’s a promise!”

Lighter's own business at the moment was settled in a more modest pursuit. With the late hours holding little bustle at the area he settled, enough of an opening was made to repair some of the newly made scars upon the Red Scarf. Sewing somehow wound up a skill of his, if only enough to ensure that this article that's akin to an heirloom to remain in some respectable piece when passed on.

A sense of satisfaction permeates at the sight of it. Once he sets the needle and scarlet thread to the side in order to join the others, it feels as if a certain and beloved menace found that pre-emptive opportunity that she was waiting for. Thankfully, his stalwart disposition prepares him enough, as hesitance is not skillet as that bundle of blonde joy practically latches onto his body. After a brief tilt of the body, a winded split between a sigh and laughter bubbles free while feeling the comforting warmth she exudes.

Tilted forth just a bit, it'd be to ensure that she wouldn't go sliding off. (Even if her powerful legs already promised that.) "Huh. If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was keeping a plan for my arrival." That cool composure finds itself seamlessly added in, only for the incoming crash of a topic to completely throw it into disarray.

Not just the fact that she decided him was enough of an 'upset', the fact Valentine's day was even mentioned with his presence somehow caught him off guard.

"And your first idea was to find a troublemaker like me." He adds in, a tinge of mirth in his tone as one of his arms ease behind him, hooking some support to a thigh as she draws out the potential future.

"S'no matter of being shy in the least." A little white lie, if anything the idea of holding a day nurturing this blooming tenderness brings a skip to the heart. Some old habits of that country boy hadn't eased up in the slightest, and a reactive imagination was one of those qualities. Part of him couldn't help but picture a candlelit dinner with Burnice by his side.

With her setting some random part of the background aflame that is.

It was a charming sort of chaos. "I'd be less concerned about the Hollows if we got plans like that. Gotta ensure some time is deadset on that day, not to mention thinkin' of a nice spot for us to roll out too. Gotta say, I appreciate someone who doesn't mind go-getting what the heart wishes for." After a moment, that bravado softens into something more lighter while he gives a gentle bump of his forehead to her's.

"Why not an amusement park? A lil high octane before we hit up the meals? New Eridu finally got its act together re-opening at least one other in the city."

@iceiclehorned

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random khisit characterization/personal history tidbits, because I've been Thinking About Them 🥺 and I feel like it

most of the time if you'd asked them whether they were angry about something, or whether they were an angry person in general, they would say no with 100% genuinely sincere belief that they were telling the truth. (they're not angry, they're just annoyed by something that's rightfully and inherently annoying. or somebody is being obviously fundamentally wrong about something and you can't just let people go around being that wrong and stupid. anyway, alexithymia's a hell of a drug.)

on a pretty fundamental emotional-regulation level, they associate "having and exercising autonomy" with "getting in trouble and being punished". .........as in, "pissing people off and making life harder for yourself is/ought to be standard background noise, otherwise things get stifling and twitchy and you're probably being a doormat".

(regarding the above... they get better about it, to an extent. eventually. their relationship with Rivka is a pretty big contributing factor as to why & how.)

they have a lot of conflicted feelings and uncertainty around the idea of their biological family, and about being sith in general. "I would've had this entire heritage and culture that I refuse to believe isn't worthwhile, but it's been taken from me by other people's decisions" vs "if biology doesn't dictate who you are then why should I have to care about being sith in the first place? it matters more to the people around me than it does to me personally" vs "theoretically there's people out there who know more about where I came from, who I could find and contact if I wanted" vs "my parents - let alone any more extended family - clearly didn't give enough of a shit about my being raised by the Jedi to actually prevent it happening," fight!

relatedly: I genuinely cannot remember if I've explained it on here before or not, but so. the deal with their surname. the Savrow family is a long Red Sith lineage with a bunch of different offshoots, and given the significance of social status, positional relationships, and naming in sith culture, familial sub-branches will often end up distinguishing themselves from others by adding elements or modifying parts of the family name to reference a significant "founding member" or famous ancestor/close relative. "Ffosavrow" is likewise a fairly old modification of this sort, referring to a (quite distant) ancestor who was the second child of their house - not the heir, but one who nonetheless cultivated a significant power base worth its own distinction. when Khisit's parents fled to the Republic for political asylum, the interaction between sith cultural-linguistic touchpoints and Republic bureaucratic record-keeping got their legal surname listed as just "Savrow". Khisit learns this history as a ~preteen-equivalent, from old holo records and from badgering their elder cousin about memories from before they came to the Republic & Jedi.

speaking of said cousin - Khisit and Tryse never really had an amazing relationship, but that was also pretty structurally hamstrung by the whole "no attachments" deal. through Khisit's childhood, they just straight-up didn't interact with one another very often (Tryse being kept quite busy with an accelerated training montage of crash-course-assimilation-into-Jedi-and-Republic-culture). Tryse I think still felt responsible for Khisit in a way, and wanted to be able to have some sort of mentorship relationship, but by the time that would've been logistically feasible, Khisit had become kind of a difficult child who did not respond well at all to the angle Tryse tried to get to know them with, and it just resulted in a lot of frustration and hissing on both sides. (also, not that anybody was remotely in a position to understand/identify this back at that point, but by the time Khisit had gotten the basic rundown on how they and Tryse were related, that knowledge flared up real quickly into resentment/envy/anger at Tryse for a) having memories of family and growing up in the Empire, b) completely turning her back on anything from that life, and c) both of the above while also being human on top of it. obv from Tryse's pov it's more complicated than that and she's got a boatload of her own trauma shit going on, but. yeah.)

one of their hobbies as a kid/teenager was absolutely just causing tons of IT chaos on purpose throughout the entire Jedi temple.

also as a teenager: figured out they were not particularly into pain during the process of getting six piercings done on their face in a single session. no regrets though!!! even though ow.

(....on the other hand, discovered several years later via the club a friend held a birthday celebration at, that they were particularly into other people's pain. they uhh. they feel a whole entire Way about that. and almost certainly aren't letting anyone know about it unless said person has max approval and just got a critical success on their persuasion check.)

they genuinely really love the outside environment of Balmorra; ironically enough it's probably the first place they ever resonate with as somewhere beautiful and restorative and peaceful. something about it lets them feel... insignificant, less trapped in their body, in a way that doesn't demand anything of them. they do really miss it sometimes after they leave, and I do think they probably come back somewhat regularly after all the big galaxy-shattering nonsense is dealt with.

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Chapter 11: Forever Starts With Us I'd Love to See Me From Your Point of View (HP) Tom Riddle x OC

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Unbeknownst to each other – yet, clearer than ever – Thea and Tom had to exercise tremendous self-restraint to not pounce at one another and kiss them breathless right where they sat in the Great Hall. Nothing seemed abnormal as they shared greetings and small talks, but if one looked closely, they would notice Tom’s hand gently caressing her thigh whenever it was unoccupied, which Thea held onto with their fingers interlocked once she had been done with her meal. As the plates began clearing away and chatter rose in volume, Thea absentmindedly played with his hand on her lap as she talked.

“…which reminds me!” The group had been groaning about the potions project and Thea turned to the women upon remembering their own personal project, “I’m pretty much done with the research presentation. Just a couple more finishing touches left, and everything should be prepared by Sunday. I’m open to running it by you after lunch then?”

Druella’s eyes sparkled. “Sweet! Yeah, that works for me!”

“Works for me, too,” Walburga pitched in.

“Great!”

Before Thea could say more, she was interrupted by Rosier. “What’s this about a presentation?”

Thea looked to the boys in surprise when all of them sported looks of curiosity. “Oh, have I not shared with you all?” At their head shakes, she furrowed her eyebrows in thought. “Really? I guess I must’ve forgotten to. Anyways, it’s just this research on the consequences of inbreeding that I’ve collated to, one day, present to Ella’s and Wally’s parents. We’re having a mock presentation first so that I can get feedback for improvements.”

Then, Druella perked up with an idea, “you boys should attend too! Your insights would be much appreciated.”

“That’s right! Sunday, after lunch, is when we’ll be doing it. What do you say?”

A round of agreements echoed back and Lestrange asked, “where will it be held?”

Thea parted her lips to answer, only to close them back up when she realised she hadn’t planned for that. She shared a glance with the ladies, who were just as clueless as she was, and was about to suggest the Room of Requirement when she was beaten to it.

“You could always use our common room.”

Heads turn to Tom in bewilderment and he only shrugged. “You join our table every day and you’ve even made acquaintances with the other Slytherins. I don’t see why anyone would argue against that idea.”

The split-second gleam in his eyes told a dangerous story and Thea, having glimpsed it, could only make a guess as to what would happen if anybody did raise a disagreement against it. Amusement quirked her lips up and she sent him a feigned unimpressed look which he only countered with exaggerated innocence. “Well, I suppose if no one is against that, I’ll gladly take you up on your offer.”

“That’s decided, then!” Walburga stepped in before anyone could express a different opinion – not that anyone would, seeing as, besides that fact that they liked Thea, they knew just how far Tom’s murderous tendencies go – and everyone was quick to nod along. “Sunday, after lunch, in our common room.”

“Prepared to be absolutely amazed by it.”

Laughter ensued at Thea’s playful arrogant tone and Avery commented, “that confidence could almost give Malfoy a run for his gold.”

“Almost?!” Thea huffed, “well, I suppose if it’s Malfoy we’re talking about, I’ll take it.”

That earned her more chortles which she prided herself in achieving. When she glanced at the boy beside her, his added pride of her that spoke through his expression gave her a tinkling feel in her gut that she welcomed with open arms. She relinked her hand with his and intertwined their fingers once more. Anticipation bubbled her nerves as she thought about tonight. He had provided her no hints as to what she could expect but she knew, regardless, that so long as it was Tom she was with, she would find herself enjoying the moment.

Classes passed by with lingering eyes thrown at each other. As the day darkened, so did their glances. Any touch from the other sent heat through their body – whether it be a hand on Thea’s back as Tom moved past her in their station during potions, or Thea’s hold as she fiddled with his hand on her lap at mealtimes – the warmth mixing into the flames that roared in their hearts and making it harder and harder to reign themselves in throughout the day. Where their skin had touched that evening, when she had kissed him on the corner of his lips again, they had burned on impact. The feel of their lips nearly meeting remained even as the clock ticked away, keeping them company until the short-hand neared nine.

Humour entered Thea when a glance to the timetable by the door to the steps up to the astronomy tower listed a class to be taken place at this time of the day. She was familiar with the tower availability and knew that it wasn’t quite true. Tom’s manipulation of it meant that others would steer clear of the vicinity for the next hour, however, and for that, she thanked Tom.

Reaching the final steps of the stairs, her gaze fell on the only figure in sight, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his back against the pillar as he stared out into the glimmering night sky. The person turned to face her upon hearing her footsteps and she was met with Tom’s composed face, bathed in the calm moonlight that lined his features gracefully. His lips curled up as their eyes met and he was the first to breach through the silence. “I figured you’d be here early.”

Thea matched his fond smile with ease and inwardly reminded herself to continue walking once she had realised that she had unintentionally stopped in her tracks to admire Tom. Mirth coated her words as she spoke into the night air, “stalking me now, are you?”

Tom gestured to the space beside him and shook his head. “Not at all, love. Just smitten about you.”

Thea had to force herself to resume her pattering steps as a comfortable warmth rushed through her. She cleared her throat when she had reached his side and settled on the floor beside him, adjusting to face her body towards Tom when he did the same and turned his back to the sky. He extended his hands in the space between them, palms up, and Thea unhesitatingly placed hers atop his. Their hands fell onto where their knees met and he ran his fingers gently across the back of her hands, trailing soft touches onto her fingers and halting when they arrived at her right, index finger.

Her heart skipped.

Walburga’s words echoed in her ears from their time spent together two days ago when the ladies had taught her the traditions of a courtship.

“…and the first gift is always a ring that holds the crest of the lord’s family. It goes onto your right hand, index finger, and signifies to the public that you’ve accepted that specific lord’s proposal to court you.”

The hope that Druella and Walburga had tended to, grew in size and danced violently, as if ready to defend itself against any unwanted enemies. The doubt in Thea’s mind only relinquished in response and allowed the flames to embrace her heart and soul protectively.

Tom’s eyes flicked back to hers, from where they had fallen onto her hands, and she saw the slight furrow in his eyebrows as he fought against his own set of uncertainty inside him. “I would like to ask you a question regarding a… certain aspect of my possible lordship. Purely out of my desires and not responsibility,” he clarified when his initial words left a distaste in his tongue.

Thea hummed in acknowledgement and waited for him to continue with all the patience in the world. An encouraging smile plastered onto her lips when he hesitated for a moment longer, and she mimicked his soothing touches on his hand. The haze of insecurities that dulled his eyes cleared up upon meeting her assured ones, and his words began leaving his lips as he basked in the arrant love she bestowed upon him.

“Can I… or rather, will you accept a gift from me… if I do become a lord?”

His heart stilled-

“I’d wear them every day.”

-and she brought him back to life.

Thea’s immediate and honest response brought a startled widening to his eyes and she smiled knowingly. Recognising that she knew exactly what he had been referring to, his eyes softened and his lips wavered in rare diffidence. “Will you?”

She understood his hesitance in accepting her words, having gone through a similar experience with Druella and Walburga recently, and it was with absolute credence that she patiently answered him again.

“For as long as you want me.”

Tom’s voice was soft and almost inaudible when he asked, “even if it’s for a lifetime?”

Thea lifted a hand up to cradle his face, smiling tenderly when he leaned into her touch. Similarly, she replied lowly but surely, “even if it’s a lifetime and more.”

His hand went up to clasp over hers as he searched her eyes for any sign of apprehension or unwavering resolve, only to find none even as she laid her feelings bare for him to see. Her volition to render herself vulnerable for him intensified his affections for her and he knew, like he trusted her, that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

True to her words, Tom could love. He may not have known it back then, but she had cared for him ever since she had first graced him with her magical presence, and through this love she had shown could he learn to reciprocate it. Never had he, nor did he think he ever would, wanted to be loved by someone so desperately and yet would wait eons if it meant that she would love him out of her own desires. It was unlike him to not seize his yearning with force, but she had taught him to be patient when it came to her, for she had treated him the same way. No magic nor power could even begin to try taking away the love he held for her.

He took her hand from his cheek and placed a grateful kiss onto the back of her hand. Her sights went to his lips and so had his, onto the lovely smile playing on her lips. Memories rushed by of the times she had kissed him so chastely, and with a whispered question that she had said yes to, they both leaned in and met their lips in a soft touch. Their first was brief and all-smiles. Their second, a joyous giggle had bubbled from Thea’s throat when Tom held her jaw assuredly to angle their heads so that he could press against her lips securely. She had expressed her unadulterated jubilation when he had asked, bringing an affectionate smile to his face. Then, their third had been longer and heavier.

Taken by the pure happiness radiating from the girl, Tom had captured her lips with enough vigour that had her gasping in delighted surprise. He had swiped his tongue across her bottom lip to test the waters and had tangled it with hers when she had parted her lips further to respond in kind. When his other hand had fallen onto her thigh while the other had gone around the back of her neck to pull her closer, Thea brought it upon herself to do them – and their backs – both a favour and adjusted in her seat so that she could bring her legs under her. Before Tom could even part himself from her to question her intentions, she planted her hands on his shoulder for stability as she pushed forwards and swung her legs over his lap, one by one, so that she hovered over his legs slightly. His hands caught her by her waist and unhesitatingly pulled her down onto his lap so that she could sit on it comfortably, smiling into the kiss at Thea’s bold move and immensely pleased.

One of her hands had gone to the back of his head to tangle itself in his hair while the other remained on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Warm, hefty air was exchanged in short breaths as they languidly licked and nipped at each other’s mouth. A pleased hum vibrated from the back of her throat at the current circumstances they had found themselves in and she tugged on his hair firmly to earn herself a raspy groan and a tightening of his hold on her waist.

His hands swept down to her hips, past the edge of her blouse, then back up and under the fabric so that he felt her bare skin underneath as he skimmed around her waist and back. Another hum left her as a breathy keen at the feel of his warmth directly on the uncharted expanse of her skin, as her hand travelled down from his shoulder to his sternum, her nerves sparking excitedly when she felt the rapidity of his heartbeats.

It was then, that their kiss slowed down gradually, when they were bordering on the other stage of intimacy. The astronomy tower was hardly the place for them to explore further and, as Tom had said to Thea previously, there’s always time for us. Heavy gasps were mixed into the air as they each regained their breaths, their foreheads planted together so that they didn’t steer too far away from each other. Tom’s hands had paused on her waist, thumbs caressing her skin delicately, while one of Thea’s played with his hair on the back of his head, and the other, with the topmost button of his shirt teasingly. Their elation had only strengthened over the past couple of minutes and their satisfied smiles might as well have been permanently etched onto their flushed faces.

Once their breathing had returned, Tom whispered into the small space between them, “I just remembered…” Thea hummed questioningly when he trailed off. “…I do actually have a gift for you in the meantime.”

“Hm?”

Tom pulled his head away, which prompted her to blink her eyes open, and she watched him retract a hand back to pull out a small velvet box in the exact shade of blue as the roll of ribbon she had used to tie around the paper cranes she had first gifted him – she had taken note of it for it was her favourite colour after all. She took it from his hand at his insistence and spared him an inquisitive glance before opening it by lifting the top cover off. A surprised gasp of wonder escaped her as she brought the box closer to examine its details carefully. “Tom- that’s beautiful! Where- how did you even manage to find that?!”

His grin grew at the excitement on Thea’s face as she fawned over the contents of the box. “I made the charm myself, actually. Alchemy taught a few things that I thought I’d put them to good use.”

The item in Thea’s hands had turned out to be a jewellery box and inside was a pair of earrings, a dainty, silver paper-crane-shaped charm dangling a few millimetres from the heart-shaped stud that contained a clear gemstone.

As if his thoughtfulness on the choice of charm wasn’t touching enough, Tom proceeded to explain, “I’ve noticed that all your earrings had been silver so I stuck to the same material. You only wear studs on days with potions so I figured you might like it if it was designed to drop like the ones you tend to wear.”

“Oh, Tom…” Thea looked at the boy in disbelief and she could feel her emotions hitch at her throat. The glimmering of her eyes eased Tom’s lips into a fond smile and he tucked her fringe away when it had covered her eyes. With great effort, she could muster up more words in a soft voice. “I love it.”

“I’m glad, my love.”

Overflowing with feelings she didn’t quite know how to express in words, Thea instead surged in to kiss him again, pouring out her immense love for him this way so that he could feel them rushing through him in waves.

The rest of their hour together was spent staring into each other’s eyes dreamily as they talked softly, in tune to the calmness of the night, or admiring the enchanting view of the clear sky in moments between kisses of varying length and intensity. He had gifted her a final kiss on the doorstep to her common room that had left her breathless as her mind hazed over with sentiments that only he could pull out of her. Even her lack of sleep, that spanned only five hours, couldn’t diminish her glee, and she found herself humming joyfully as she prepared for the day.

Gosh, the feelings that he made her feel!

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[irishhills]

love in second-period drama class

Luke Egan is absolutely ready.

He’s the youngest student in his drama class at school – the only freshman – and the junior girls love him. They really do. Whenever they have to write their own sketches, this group of three junior girls always want him in their group, and they always feature him in a part. Last week, when their prompt was nightclub, they had him play “Tony Manero, but he can’t dance.” It was a hit.

But Misty Meuller seemed to like it best.

Misty Meuller, with the light brown hair, like an old jazz standard. It almost feels surreal to have a class with her. She’s one of the popular kids, a frontrunner for next year’s homecoming queen, and maybe the sweetest girl Luke has ever met. Somehow, by the grace of God and all the prayers Luke says at school Mass, she doesn’t have a boyfriend, either.

And that probably means she doesn’t have a date for this year’s homecoming dance.

Luke doesn’t share his plans with anyone. His friends don’t know. They’re too immature to understand what it really means to like a junior. They’d think it was all about sex, but Luke knows it’s more than that with him and Misty. They really make each other laugh. Last week, when she was pretending to be Tony Manero’s dance partner, she had Luke in stitches. It’s only been a month, but Luke thinks they really get each other. Why else would she always want to sit next to him? She could sit next to anybody.

Chris seems to know something about it, somehow. On their way to school, less than two hours before Luke plans to ask Misty to the dance, Chris says something about how Luke always has a crush on older women. He rattles off a litany: Mom’s best friend Ruby, her other friend Mary, that picture of Mary’s daughter whom he’s never met, Raquel Welch on The Muppet Show, the lunch lady in elementary school. He would have gone on if Luke hadn’t punched him in the arm. It was well worth Mom snapping at him not to punch Chris in the arm. What does he know, anyway? He’s in seventh grade already, his best friend is a girl, and he doesn’t even have a crush on her. Damn kids.

Drama class begins the same way everyday. Their teacher, Mrs. Hopkins, makes them do breathing and trust exercises for ten minutes. Like always, Luke and Misty Meuller are partners. As they breathe in and out, Luke tells Misty he has something important to discuss.

“Is it that scene where we make fun of The Andy Griffith Show?” she asks. “I mean, I’ve seen a few episodes, but I’m really worried the rest of the class isn’t going to get it.”

“It’s not that,” Luke says. “And The Andy Griffith Show is awesome. Everybody will get that.”

“I don’t know. I thought Angela’s Happy Days idea was a little more universal.”

“It’s not about that. It’s not about class, and it’s not about any sitcoms with Ron Howard in them. It’s about the homecoming dance.”

Misty’s eyes light up. So, it’s on her mind!

“Oh, Luke!” she says. “Are you going?”

“Well, I was planning on it.”

“That’s so great! Do you have a date?”

His heart feels like it’s going to split in half and pop out both of his ears. Misty grins at him, those big brown eyes like the prettiest doe in the woods. Maybe Luke will die before asking her to the dance. Maybe that’s what he wishes for, actually.

No such luck. He’s still breathing, and he’s still suffering the world’s worst case of teenage tachycardia.

“Not yet,” Luke says. “I was actually wondering if … well, if you wanted to go with me.”

The powdered blush on Misty’s cheeks looks unnatural now.

“Oh,” she finally says. “Well …”

“I never see you with any guys like that,” Luke says. “And I figured … I don’t know, I figured I must have won the lottery or something. I know I’m …”

“The sweetest,” Misty interrupts. “But I think we got our … my boyfriend graduated last year. He goes to Eastern. Hey, isn’t that where your mom teaches?”

Luke swallows hard.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Cool. Maybe he’s in one of her classes.”

“I doubt it, unless he really likes learning about Shirley Chisholm and Betty Friedan.”

Misty makes a face like she – somehow – doesn’t know who either of those women are. Luke represses the urge to shake his head. Maybe she wasn’t such a great dream date after all.

“Anyway, I got a guest pass for him yesterday,” Misty says. “He’s taking me to the dance. He’s a little beyond it now, but I’d feel like I was missing out if I went without him. You know?”

Luke nods, even though he can’t begin to imagine it.

“But, hey,” Misty keeps trying. “Maybe I could help find a girl for you to ask. Like another freshman.”

Another freshman.

Sounds like Luke’s worst nightmare.

But he nods and tells Misty Meuller he thinks that would be a great idea.

At least he’ll get to spend more time with her.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

Welcome to day 17!!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Currents of Past and the Shocks of Present

Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,741

Warnings: electrocution, shock collar, PTSD episode, mentioned AND implied kidnapping, temporary memory loss/repression, let me know if I missed something

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“Okay, today’s exercise is a little different,” the teacher in charge of today’s training started out with.

What a way to begin your explanation.

“You’ll all be set up with sensors and shock collars. Now, before anybody freaks out, all of them will be set on the lowest setting. It should be no more than a tingle. We’ll be going until the last person standing, once yours goes off, you’re out.”

There was a chorus of affirmation. I didnt nod. I didnt say anything. Who’s sick idea was this?

I reluctantly let the ones running the simulation put the wretched thing around my neck.

“What would happen if ours malfunctions? Are we able to contact anyone?” I had to know my options.

“If something goes wrong, you’ll be able to talk to us in the surveillance room with the code words ‘hello HQ’, much like if you were in a real mission.”

I nodded. At least there was a contingency. That was good. The discomfort of one of these on my neck again was something I wasn’t able to shake. I gave it 10 minutes maximum before I was thrown into an episode or forced myself out of the simulation.

We were given a few minutes to spread out in the fake forest. I immediately ran upon being released. There was a small area I came across that I settled into. A dense amount of trees. Hopefully nothing would go wrong. Hopefully nobody would find me.

My hand wandered up to the collar. I couldn’t just break it. Fingers traced along a familiar surface. They found the strength dial.

The number is so low… I thought on my file it said maximum strength…

The forest around me transformed into something familiar. The trees hiding me from the sun. Hiding me from the doctors. They cant know I’ve escaped. They cant know where I’m hiding.

I heard shuffling of leaves. I prayed it was an animal.

“OV?”

Who is that. How do they know my name.

“Dont hide your self with your illusions you idiot. I already know you’re there.”

“Dont get any fucking closer!”

Whoever it was stopped, startled. “Vee? Are you okay?”

Who are you. How do you know my name. Why are you using my nickname.

I finally looked at the unfamiliar voice. A girl. Purple hair. Red marks on her face.

My breathing picked up. Who are you?

“Found a pretty nice place to hide out, huh?”

“Are… are you with the doctors?” I managed. The quiver in my voice was impossible to hide.

She looked at me like I was insane. Maybe I was. There person who did this to me after all was-

“What doctors? Are you okay? Do I need to contact the pros?”

The questions overwhelmed me. Dont call the pros he’ll know where I am, he’ll find me.

I couldn’t hear over the sounds of my hyperventialation. The images flashed through my head, my vision started going fuzzy. I felt her hand touch my arm.

Pain. Blinding pain. Searing pain. Agony. Whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. It fucking hurt.

It stopped after 10 seconds. My vision cleared, I was on the ground now, and whoever this girl was looked at me in terror. Her hands were close to her ears.

Shit, I screamed didnt I. I remembered Masami saying my scream rivaled that of a hero she knew of with a voice quirk. They’re going to find me.

“Hello HQ. Uh, we have a situation, something’s going on with OV. I dont know what.”

No no no dont contact HQ-

I heard a guy’s voice ask “Was that fucking scream one of you two?”

I didnt look over. I didnt want to.

“It was OV. Something’s going on with them, I dont know what-”

“Can you two just fuck off already!” I snapped. “I dont want whatever ‘help’ you think you can provide, I dont want HQ or whatever, I dont even know who you are!”

“:..OV are you fucking insane?! What do you mean you dont fucking know us?!” He stomped over to me. I could sense him reaching towards me and Slingshotted myself a few feet further away from them.

“...YOU CAN TELEPORT?” the girl asked.

“I can do lots of shit. Leave me alone.”

“<OKAY EVERYBODY, WE’RE PUTTING AN END TO THE SIMULATION. EVERYBODY PLEASE LEAVE NOW. Bakugou, Jirou, and OV stay where you are. We'll get to you three in a moment,>” I heard from the stupid thig around my neck.

Jirou? Bakugou?

“Ohhhh shit,” I said to myself.

“What was that.”

I looked back up at the guy. I finally recognized him. It was fuzzy, but I could remember certain things about him. His name, his quirk, his general attitude. I knew this would happen.

I knew this exercise was a bad idea.

“Thi-this was a bad idea, ‘HQ’,” I whispered into the collar. I slowly regained my sense of the situation. I am Clover Morgan, I am 16, I am no longer 13, I am no longer at that stupid facility, I am not under the control of the doctors or the founder.

Not anymore.

“Where… where are we?”

“Vee. What the fuck was that,” Jirou demanded.

I sat up and took a deep breath. At least I knew her name again. “Answer my questions first, and then maybe later I’ll be able to answer yours.”

“No I think you’re gonna answer ours right fucking now-”

Bakugou reached towards me, probably intending to threaten me, and the pain started up again.

Blinding. Searing. Agonizing. The hand that had picked me up by the shirt dropped me.

I fell and looked at the two people again. I didnt recognize them. I knew I had a moment ago. Something in the back of my head continuously nagged me that they were probably safe. But the fact I’d been shocked now by both of them told me otherwise.

Based on their expressions, I dont think they meant it. I could tell by my birth quirk they hadn't meant it. They were both shocked. They were as confused as I was.

Some sort of noise came from where they both were wearing something around their necks too. It looked like the thing around mine… It looked like the thing around mine!

The guy sighed. “Call that shit off, you really think that’ll help them right now?!”

I backed up. Anger was never good. Not when you had someone like him. I could sense a powerful quirk.

He knelt down and held his hands up. A gesture of peace. That I knew. Based on his expression I could tell it wasn’t something he wanted to do. Something was going on behind the scenes. Something I wasn’t aware of.

“OV. I’m not going to fu-” he cut himself off and took a breath, “-I’m not going to hurt you. Do you recognize me.”

I shook my head.

“What do you know? It can be anything.”

“I… I dont know what I know.”

“Then start with the basics.”

“Uhm… my name is… My name is Clover Donovan Morgan, I’m… uhm…” why cant I tell what age I am?... “I was born with the Illusion quirk, and I… I have multiple…”

A look of what I only could tell was surprise because of my quirk’s connection to the mind crossed his face. “Do you know how old you are?”

“I…” I thought about it. My mind gave me conflicting answers. I felt tears of frustration running down my face. “I-I do-nt know-w…”

The girl spoke up, “You said something about multiple quirks. Maybe you tell us about that?”

I shook my head.

“How about your family? Do you remember shit about your family?” the guy asked. Who he was was coming into focus but I still couldnt quite tell.

“Uhm… Biologically, my mother’s name was Rose, she had the same quirk as me, and she was more commonly referred to with her middle name Ramona, my dad’s name was Peter and I was born with the same brown hair he has… I haven’t seen either of them in… I dont think you need to know that.”

“But you do.”

I paused. “I haven’t seen them since I was nine. If we aren’t talking about family in the biological sense, there’s Masami, Agno, Sayovai, Max, Rullo, Zharata, Indira, Relena… those are the main ones that come to mind actually when you say family.”

“Relena?” the girl asked quietly.

“Yes, Relena. I think her last name was… uhm… Himokya! That’s what her last name was. She was like a mother to me until I…” escaped. I escaped.

“Until you…?” she urged.

“U-uhm… I dont… wh-where am I?”

“UA.”

And everything came crashing back into focus. I froze realizing exactly what I’d told my classmates.

Taking a breath, I got up and pointed at each of them. “Jirou. Bakugou.” The relief was almost instant and just as mutual now that I could recognize them. Another deep breath. “You tell no one about anything that happened here. Am I understood?”

“You have some fucking explaining to do!”

“I dont owe you shit. Not an explanation. Not anything.” I started walking to the exit.

“...Vee?” Jirou said, following me.

“Yeah?”

“The pros in the surveillence room heard most of what you said.”

“Well they better shut their traps or I’m erasing their fucking memories. And whatever footage they got.”

“I dont…”

“OV,” Bakugou interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“Care to tell us why you collar was on the highest level? And why Himokya Relena, the most talked about missing person for the past half decade used to be something of a fucking family figure to you?”

“...And here I was thinking you’d ask about the multiple quirks.”

“Oh no, we’ll probably both be getting an earful from Deku about that. Now tell me.”

“Ever heard of ‘it’s not your fucking business’? Just because I told you something while I was in an unstable mental state does not make anything about it your business.”

“I’m pretty damn sure the part about you knowing where a missing person is falls under everybody’s fucking business.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“At this point I think we deserve an answer,” Jirou spoke up.

I sighed and walked through the gate to the main area.

Fuck whoever thought a shock collar was a good idea for a training exercise involving teenagers.

[1legitconnor]

“Okay, everybody,” Alifras yelled at the crowd of peasants and soon-to-be war fodder. “Shut up. Ask your questions one at a time and I will answer them as I see fit.”

The crowd of various species, mostly made up of representatives that had been called together for the announcement that had just been given, quieted to a murmur. Then one of them raised a hand.

“Sure, this works,” Alifras shrugged, still reclining in his throne that he had had moved out to the amphitheater, as it was the best space to accommodate everyone who was allowed to show up. “You - with the hand raised, what do you want?”

“What’s the catch?” the woman asked. “You’re setting us free? All of us? Why?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Alifras said, between bites of a pastry. “And because I’m bored. I haven’t had a real fight in much too long. So, I’m giving all of you a year to prepare and then I’ll be back to take all of you over again.”

During the stunned silence that followed, Alifras motioned for a servant to refill his wine. After he had taken a sip, he glanced around at his audience.

“Well, if there aren’t anymore questions, then-”

“Hey, fuck you, man,” a voice shouted out.

“We aren’t just here to entertain you,” called another.

The crowd burst into shouts of agreement with these statements, repeating and rephrasing them in their own colorful ways.

Alifras let the rabble have their fun for a few moments, then shushed them back down to silence.

“First of all, love the energy, keep it coming,” Alifras grinned. “Second of all, yes you are here to entertain me. I have only ever viewed any and all of you as a means to keep me from getting bored. But you’ve been my subjects for so long that ruling you all is now getting boring and your little revolutions and resistances are taking too long to develop, so I’m helping you all out. You’re welcome.”

“What if we just…don’t revolt?” another representative near the front asked.

“Well, that would still be a sort of resistance, wouldn’t it?” Alifras said. “But also, you don’t need to revolt if I’m just freeing you, right?”

“Okay, sure,” the representative nodded. “But like, what if we didn’t defend ourselves when you came back to take us over? Just made this whole exercise useless?”

“Then I’d give you credit for committing so well to being spineless cowards and also, if anybody does it, I will kill your family, specifically, for giving them the idea,” Alifras said, while looking for the best-looking fruit on the platter being presented to him by a servant. “But my takeover is going to be pretty high in the collateral damage count whether you resist or not. If you don’t feel like punching back, that’s your call.”

A hand slowly raised.

“Yeah, you,” Alifras pointed.

“In planning our revolutions, can we-” a voice began before their hand was smacked out of the air by whoever was standing next to them.

“Don’t tell him what you’re planning to do,” their companion hissed. “Just do it.”

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Alifras nodded. “No spoilers or anything. Just throw whatever you can at me to keep it interesting.”

“I have a request,” a voice from near the back called out. “Can you stop saying that this is all just for you to have fun?”

“What?” Alifras gasped in mock offense. “You want me to lie to you? My faithful former subjects? Now that I will not do. I need you all to be clear on how I view you all and if you want it to not be fun for me then, uh, I don’t know, make it not fun for me. Idiot.”

Alifras rolled his eyes and took another drink of his wine. The crowd waited for what he would do next, still not sure if this was some kind of joke or cruel prank as he was known to play. But he looked up at them after a moment and shrugged.

“Run along,” he shooed them with a motion of his hand. “Freedom granted. Make your preparations and all that. And set your watches. You’ll be hearing from me soon. And it’s going to be a blast.”

A tyrant emperor, bored out of his mind because he has already conquered every planet in the galaxy, has the brilliant idea of deconquering all the planets just so he can conquer them again. The rebellion is extremely angry and confused by this.

[dashielldeveron]

Okay Shy Anon from before back here, I’ve been re-reading in anticipation and I so want to know!! Who do you imagine Shinsou got off with during the villain attack (trying to be as vague as possible for anybody who hasn’t read it yet)?

Touya’s prosthetic!! It seems like he has complex functional use of it and reader couldn’t tell it wasn’t the arm he was born with when appreciating him shirtless. Was your idea that it was some specialized quirk-enhanced prosthetic? Did Enji abuse his power to get his son top of the line technology from a support item company??

Also!! It seemed like Touya had control over the soulmate bond sometimes, the connection stopping or starting at extremely convenient times for him. Is it just extremely lucky coincidence? Does he have an innate control over the bond? Or maybe because he’s technically had half of the bond going for presumably longer than reader (it seemed implied to me that he was exposed before and when reader was exposed both pieces snapped into place)? Like a muscle he’s subconsciously been exercising, when everything connected he was already practiced and given enough time reader will be able to turn it on and off at will?

Also also, I don’t think I properly conveyed this im my first gush, but the remnants of his shrine still existing is so devastating. A constant reminder in his eyes that he’s dead to them. They got Dabi back, but the Touya they used to love is still dead, like he can’t be good enough now after what he’s done (whether that’s true or not). Sorry to keep blowing you up, you just occupy so much of my brainpower lately.

i am throwing flower petals on your head. i hand you a jug of wine and loaf of bread. we spread out our blanket for our beautiful picnic.

answered below cut, bc spoilers (?) for aizawa's/shinsou's/dabi's routes of soulmate trope

shinsou and seredipity: there's a line in shinsou's route said by aizawa along the lines of "just be grateful you were trapped alone" in the aftermath of the airport stuff. i imagined shinsou to have been separated from the group in a place where serendipity's quirk didn't even leak into. this is mostly bc

1) i think shinsou wouldn't've had the energy to have that conversation with ito if he'd had to deal with serendipity's quirk already, and

2) lololol if shinsou were in the same place as the rest of them, it gives them all an easy way out with his quirk--and in my head, i think it's funnier if bakugou says "i'm not gonna suck icy-hot's dick" and then he does. (i actually think it'd be more in character for bakugou to get one of them to give him a handjob but critique their method the whole time, but the dick sucking thing is funnier).

touya's prosthetic: i like to think that such prosthetics are available on the market for everyone. unrealistic, i know, but it's my fic, and i have high hopes for humanity. but since there's quirks specific enough to, say, matching colour palettes to complement skin tone, why shouldn't there be quirks to make lightweight but mechanically complex prosthetics? if endeavor interfered, i'd like to think that it was only to get an exact skin tone match made or perhaps as a rush order.

touya's control over the bond: FUCK that's so good that's SO good. i wish i had thought of that. the reason it cuts at convenient times is bc i needed it to cut for the plot lololol. in my head, yes, touya breathed in the dust first, but since his assigned soulmate hadn't yet breathed it in, it's like the quirk sat dormant, like a sleeper agent, until reader was affected. but fuck the idea of him practising with it is so cool!!! i bet that he and reader could use that to practise with the link now that they're together!!! that would make it safer when, like, one of them is driving or something lololol. and could lead to adorable shenanigans.

touya's empty shrine: urgHUGHrughrughhgurhg you're the perfect reader. you're exactly whom i want reading my bullshit. because yes yes yes it's fucking devastating that touya has to walk by essentially his grave!! and since his fam has cleared it out, they've clearly been, like, "yes this is inappropriate bc touya is living," but since they've left the shell, it still leaves the message that they're still mourning whom he used to be!!!! screams

my beloved picnic-companion!!! don't apologise!!! i am so achingly desperate to talk about this stuff, esp. bc my beta reader doesn't even like anime and thus doesn't catch detail work!!!! but i am tickled pink that you've been thinking about the fic so much!!! i'm so glad it can fill some of your time and make you happy :)

i am working hard on shigaraki's route!!! i hope you like it, too!!! xx.

[survey--s]

688.

Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous? I feel like I do, but I can't think of who.

Have you ever been 4-wheeling? No. It just doesn't appeal to me.

What’s the weather been like today? Miserable - pouring down rain and a weather warning on top.

What was the last exam you sat for? It was my pet first aid course.

Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? No.

Do you currently have any unread text messages, and who from? No, not at the moment.

Speaking of text messages, what colour is your cell phone? Blue.

Do you live anywhere near the woods? Yeah, I can see them from the front door, pretty much. I go most weeks when the weather is decent - unfortunately this time of year they just turn into mud so I don't really bother.

Would you ever consider a career in the tourism industry? It wouldn't be at the top of my list but a job is a job. Not everyone can afford to be picky about what they do.

Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate? Not really. Mike and I don't really bother with our anniversary.

When was the last time you used q-tips? 3-4 days ago.

How does your hair react to humid weather or rain? It goes frizzy and horrible.

What’s your favourite flavour of iced tea? Raspberry or peach.

Do you understand music theory? I studied it when I did piano but it's been decades now. I'm not sure what I'd remember, in all honesty.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? About seven years.

Are you expected to act professionally at your job? I work with dogs so no, not really haha. Even with my clients I'm more polite/friendly than professional - it's not really the kind of job where you need an official "

Infomercials: entertaining or stupid? Both.

What’s your favourite brand of energy drink? I don’t like any energy drinks.

Do you have (or have you ever had) acne? Yeah, I've had it since I was about 12.

When was the last time you got pins-and-needles? Last night. I get them all the time as I always end up sleeping on my arms or hands.

Why did you click to take this survey? Because it was one I hadn't taken before.

If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them? No, they're really badly scratched though :/

How do you get new music? Buy or download or what? I pay for Spotify Premium.

Have you ever sent someone an abusive text message? In an argument, sure.

Do you require a lot of time to do things or are you quick? I'm pretty quick. I'd rather get things done than have them hanging over me.

What will be the next concert you attend? I have absolutely no idea.

Turn the nearest television on, what’s on? I'm watching The Big Bang Theory.

How often do you “wake up on the wrong side of the bed”? Maybe once or twice a week, but normally I get over it pretty quickly.

Can you rap? No.

What do you usually order when you’re at McDonald’s? Chicken nuggets, fries and sweet and sour sauce. In summer I get a McFlurry or milkshake and in winter it's a coffee and an apple pie.

Are there any textbooks near where you are right now? No.

What’s the time? 3.30pm.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? No.

How’s your body temperature right now? I mean, it's fine?

Do you use Celsius or Fahrenheit? Celsius.

What was the last thing you got a really good deal on? Dog treats thanks to Black Friday.

Have you ever studied any ancient societies? Yeah, Romans and Aztecs mostly.

Do you like to wear long, dangling earrings? No. I have a kitten who would rip them out of my ears in seconds, lol.

What was the last reason you took medicine? A headache.

Do you exercise regularly? Yeah, I walk dogs for a living. I cover 8-10km a day.

What is your coffee of choice? (flat white, cappuccino, etc.) Cappuccino or flavoured latte.

Do you pay any attention to your country’s politics? To an extent.

Are you feeling worried about anything right now? No.

Are you a gossipy type of person? Yeah, but not in a malicious way.

When will your next meal be, and do you know what it will consist of? Dinner and I have absolutely no idea. Maybe soup.

Tell me about the sickest you’ve ever felt. I've had a few bad viruses that have left me bedridden.

What’s your opinion on your in-laws, if you have any? They're lovely and really good people. I got lucky.

Do you make excuses often, or do you just get things done? For the most part I just get things done, but it does depend on my mood.

Have you seen your best friend today? Yeah.

What can you smell right now? My candle, which smells of coffee beans.

Any important birthdays coming up? Mine is tomorrow.

Fireworks: yay or nay? I like them but I wish they were limited to organised displays only.

Do you have any plans for the rest of the day? No. The weather is horrendous lol.

How about tomorrow? Any plans? We're meant to be going out for lunch but if the weather carries on like this I might not bother, in all honesty.

Do you know how to do your own laundry or does someone else do it? I do it. I mean, I'm an adult, nobody else is gonna do it for me.

If you could eat or drink anything right now, what would it be? I'm good.

What colour are your headphones? Black.

Think of the last long car trip you had, where did you go? I have no idea. Probably the Peak District.

Do you have a Twitter account that you use regularly? No.

Have you ever seen a horseshoe crab? They’re scary, right?! Only on TV. They don't really scare me but they are pretty weird.

What was the last movie you saw at the theatres? I don't remember.

Are there any new movies that you’d really like to see? I still haven't seen Barbie and I quite want to see Wonka too.

If you could play one instrument flawlessly, what would it be? Piano or guitar.

Do you overthink a lot of things? Not so much anymore.

Is there anybody you miss but can’t see again? Layla.

When was the last time you had a hangover? About four years ago.