#held the door open for me to slide into warhammer as a whole

[heuldoch7b]

have you watched hunter the parenting? if so what’s ur opinion on it?

naw i havn't! the art is fantastic, the crew is extremely skilled and quite funny, but i just can't get into it, not really that compelled by the world it takes place in. i'm frankly really happy to see the spirit of tts live on like a phoenix, it's really sweet.

[yodawgiherd]

A broken nose

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Rating: T Setting: Post-canon Prompt: Parental Eremika

Hannes supposed that most of the other kids didn’t get summoned to the office of the general of the Eldian Royal Army when they got trouble in school. Then again, the other kids weren’t offspring of said commander. He kept his gaze on the ground, let it slide on the window, looking anywhere but on the person on the other side of the table, because he could feel the piercing look of the steel grey eyes drilling into his skull.

“Hannes look at me. “

He sighed, slowly letting his eyes climb up, over the massive desk and the small nameplate that sat on top of it, Gen. Mikasa Ackerman-Yeager engraved on it with golden letters. Then finally he focused his gaze on the woman sitting there, his mother. The courage he built up quickly crumbled however, because one quick peek assured him in one thing. Angry mom was scary. “What is this supposed to mean? “, she said, the paper he brought from school held up in her right hand. “Getting into fights? Really? I don’t remember raising you like that! “He opened his mouth just to close it again and shook his head, defiant. Mikasa sighed and used her free hand to massage her temples. She knew that her son was going through early puberty right now, but that didn’t mean that he could go around punching other kids, damn it. Just as she opened her mouth to press the issue and get him to talk, the door to her office opened and her secretary put her head in.

“I’m terribly sorry to intrude ma’am, but you have the meeting with the queen scheduled. It’s best that we get going as soon as possible.“ Mikasa glanced over to the clock on the wall, seeing that the woman was right.

“Just give us a minute, and I’ll be right out.“ Her subordinate nodded, and after giving the squirming Hannes a small encouraging smile withdrew, closing the door behind her. Mikasa redirected her eyes back on the child on the other end of the table. Hannes was looking back at the floor, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so hard that his knuckles were bleeding white. Whatever was the reason for his brawl with the other kids, he didn’t want to tell her, and she had no time to dig deep. One does not keep the monarch waiting, especially when the meeting was with Marley diplomats, who once again tried cutting the import taxes. Bastards.

“Come here, “, she said softly, extending her arms in an invitation. Hannes slid down from the chair and rounded the table, hugging his mother tightly while she smoothed his hair. It was getting long again, she noticed. He pulled away after a minute, finally able to hold her gaze. She smiled at him and put her hands on his shoulders. “You know your mom loves you right? “

He blushed a bit at that. “I do…“, he whispered back, embarrassed by the show of affection.

“Look, mommy has an important meeting now, so why don’t you run to your father. He should be in his office. “ He nodded eagerly, happy to get out of her piercing eyes, but almost squeaked when she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Mikasa let go, and he bolted to the door, but before he could go through her voice stopped him. “And Hannes, tell your father everything, okay? “, seeing his face fall, she wiggled her finger at him. “You know we don’t keep secrets in our family. “ He mumbled something, but she wasn’t satisfied by that. “What was that? “

“I said I know, mom. I’ll tell him. “

“That’s my boy. “, Mikasa nodded. “Now run along. “

  Hannes supposed that most of the other kids would get lost at the military HQ. Then again, their parents weren’t working in the army, while his spend their whole lives in the service. The massive building was basically his third home, after their house in the city and the farm by the ocean. He ran through the corridors as a child and learned to navigate through the maze at early age. Still, a kid in an army building drew a few surprised looks, though only until they realized who he is. No one tried to stop him. But all his knowledge proved to be useless, because when he reached his father’s office, he found it empty. Hannes scratched the back of his head, looking at the space where his dad could usually be found, with its weird skeleton in the corner and drawings of internal organs on the walls. Others could find the pictures disgusting, but not him. He helped his father in his doctor work often and wasn’t at all put off by the sight of blood. What to do? Mom was at a meeting, dad was nowhere to be found, who could he ask for help? Hannes snapped his fingers and left the empty office, making way to the person who will definitely know what to do.

 The door creaked, and Levi let out a frustrated groan. Who in seven hells was interrupting his tea break? He glanced to the entrance, ready to let the unfortunate individual know just how much he hated being bothered during his pause, but when he saw who entered, his temper cooled. Hannes looked like such a perfect combination of his parents, it was damn near impossible not to notice. Eren’s face, with a tiny bit slanted eyes caused by Mikasa’s Asian half, topped by the unruly mop of hair his father had, only colored in the midnight black of his mother. Not wanting to sound too happy about the sudden visit, he forced his voice to appear as bored as possible.

“What do you want kid? Can’t you see I’m busy? “

Hanne’s eyes slid over the squeaky-clean room, the tidy table with the tea plate exactly in the middle, accompanied by a singular spoon on a white napkin. “But you aren’t doing anything. “ he said with the innocence of a child. Levi forced out an annoyed sigh, carefully putting his cup down.

“I’m on a break, so I don’t have to listen to angry brats who barge in on me without knocking. Now spit out what you want, so I can send you packing as soon as possible. “

Hannes forced himself not to giggle when he heard the tone of the old man’s voice. He always managed to sound like he doesn’t care one bit about you, and that whatever you need is completely and utterly not worth his time and attention. It was funny. “I can’t find my dad; do you know where he is? “

“What am I, his babysitter? “, Levi replied, but seeing that Hannes didn’t move from his spot, he sighed. “Can’t you go bother your mom? “

“She’s meeting the queen. She’s the one who told me to go to dad, but now I can’t find him, so I don’t know what to do. “

With a groan of utmost frustration, Levi pushed himself upright, grabbing the cane and walking over to the door where the kid was standing. “Come on, let’s go ask Hange. If anyone knows where Eren is, its her. “ Hannes hurried after the old man, the taps of the cane against the floor giving their walk a rhythm.

He supposed that others could find the old commander scary, with his permanent scowling and the massive scar that divided his face in two. He always wondered if it has something to do with the name. His mother’s maiden name was Ackerman, same as Levi’s, and they both had scarred faces. Although the one mom had was small, just an old cut on the cheek, while the commander’s was big and scary, and he never even tried to hide it. Whatever the reason was, he wore it as a badge of honor. But Hannes knew that under the cold visage, Levi was a lot of fun. While never showing affection in public, he often gave him piggyback rides when they were alone and talked at length about whatever topic Hannes wanted to know about, being a well of knowledge to the younger man. When he asked his mother, why Levi is so cold in public, her lips twitched, and she said that it’s because he’s a bitter old midget, but dad ruffled Hannes’s hair and explained that the commander was always like that.

When they reached Hange’s office, Levi didn’t even bother with knocking and opened the door, walking in like he owned the place. Her office was a complete opposite of his. Messy with stacks of paper lying everywhere, that combined with vials and bottles of questionable liquids  made for a lab where the tiniest of breezes could equal to a massive explosion. But Hange seemed right in her element, smiling when she saw the pair enter and pushed the glasses up on her nose.

“Hannes! Levi! What brings two such handsome men to me? Oh don’t just stand there, come give your auntie a hug! “

Ears burning, Hannes crossed the distance to her and she wrapped her hands around him, squeezing him into a tight hug before letting go. “Oh my, you grow so fast. “, she said and pinched his cheek.

“You saw me a week ago. “, Hannes pointed out, covering the abused area with a palm of his hand.

“That’s why I’m saying that you grow fast. “, she said and pinched the other one, “Did Mikasa send you to check on your sister? She’s not here right now, I have her running some errands for me. “

It was a rather unnatural thing, for a girl who should be in school to be working full time in the science division of the military, but Carla was simply too smart. With school boring her, she went to Hange and begged for her to take her as an assistant, because she was fascinated with her work. The older woman, who was intrigued with the oldest child of the Ackerman-Yeager family ever since she was a baby, quickly agreed and took her on. Mikasa was originally against the idea of her firstborn to go and live in the barracks with the scientist, but Carla begged her until she gave in. So now she was working with Hange 24/7, and rumors were that she is being groomed as her successor. Before Hannes could answer, Levi stepped in.

“We are looking for Eren, do you know where he is? “

“Oh…“, Hange’s face grew a bit more serious, “There was an accident at the barracks, explosion. Gas leak or something. Eren was summoned to patch it up. “

“Really, they need him to take care of a wall? Using the Warhammer as a mason? “

“No, it’s not like that. “, the scientist shook her head, “They could do it on their own, but when they use him its done in a few minutes, and we don’t waste any resources. “

Levi snorted, still clearly not 100% on board with the tactics that were being implemented but decided not to comment. “So he’s out in the fields? “

“Yep. Should be around the barracks. “

With a word of thanks and last pinch of Hannes’s cheek, they were out of the office and walking towards the exit from the building. The younger man half expected that Levi will just say that he can find his father on his own and leave, but the rhythmic taping of the cane didn’t change as the old soldier walked down the stairs.

There was a column of smoke coming from one of the buildings, clear indication where to go. About halfway there, they noticed a figure coming in their direction. Tall and long-haired, Eren Ackerman-Yeager’s broad shoulders filled the uniform in a way that turned the young recruit’s heads, as he said one evening, laughing, which in turn made Mikasa frown and mutter that “they can try”. She kept frowning until Eren kissed her all over the face, which made her giggle and she told him to stop in the voice that suggested that she doesn’t really want him to stop, so he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. After a while, she started making those weird noises again, so Hannes took Annie and Erwin and went to play outside, because how are you supposed to focus on anything with your mother moaning just a few rooms away. Hannes crossed the remaining distance in a run, and when he reached his father, Eren picked him up, swinging him around.

“Captain, it’s good to see you. “, he said when he noticed Levi standing there, leaning on his cane.

“I’m not captain, not for a good few years, Yeager. “

“And I’m not just Yeager anymore. “, Eren smiled, raising his hand to let the sun glitter on the golden ring on his finger, “But I guess old habits die hard, don’t they. “

Levi shook his head and turned around, walking back to the HQ, his mission done and Eren redirected his eyes to his son. “Hannes, shouldn’t you be at school? What happened? “ Seeing him turn his gaze downwards and mumble something incoherent while kicking a patch of grass, he knew something was up. “It’s awfully hot today, wouldn’t you say? “. That got the child’s attention, and he looked up. Eren flashed him a grin. “Want to grab some ice cream? “

 The sun was awfully active today, but with the cold substance in his belly and lying on the warm grass, it wasn’t so bad, Hannes decided. Even since they grabbed their treats and Eren found them a patch of ground to lay down on, his father didn’t ask him anything. They just ate in silence, and now he had his eyes closed, resting in silence. “Aren’t you going to ask about the school stuff? “, Hannes said, unable to keep his mouth closed anymore.

“I figured you’ll tell me once the time will be right. “, Eren replied, cracking one eye open.

Hannes dug his fingers into the ground, tearing out a patch of grass and circling the blades around his finger. “I…I got into a fight. “

“Hmmm. “

“I didn’t want to! But…“

“But what? “

Hannes sighed. Can’t keep silent forever. “He said that you are a monster, and mom is freak. That neither of you are normal. “

Eren slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, turning to face his son. He watched him play with the grass, eyes downcast once more. “Well, we aren’t ordinary, that’s a fact. But tell me, do you think I’m a monster? “

Hannes looked up, meeting his fathers gaze. He knew about his shifter abilities, of course he did. Eren took him to a forest clearing about three years back, and shifted, not wanting to be any secrets between them. And yes, he was scared at the start, when there was a fifteen meters tall monster looking at him, but then he noticed that it has the same eyes as his father and overcame his fear. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to do it, and was rewarded with the best view of his life when Eren put him on the titan’s shoulder. So yes, his father had certain abilities that other people didn’t have. But he would never call him a monster. “No, I don’t. But dad, what about other people. Why do they think you are one? “

Eren sighed, shifting a bit on the ground. This was a difficult question, especially trying to explain it to a person as young as Hannes might be tricky, but he would do his best. “You know about the war, right? “, he began.

Hannes nodded. It was something no one liked to talk about, but it was real. The war between Marley and Eldia, short but bloody, the one where a lot of people died, including Annie and Erwin, the people who his siblings were named after. It was the war that gave Levi the scar on his face, and it scarred his mother too. Not just the cut on her cheek, but multiple bigger ones on her body, including a massive cut on her abdomen.

“Well, in war, there are always two sides. “, his father continued, “and to win, we sometimes have to do things we wouldn’t do otherwise, things that in peace would be called a murder, genocide, crimes against humanity. You know, Hannes, the day Carla was born was both the best and the worst day of my life. I loved her, and I loved her mother, but I hated myself for being so weak that I gave into my feelings. I brought a child into a world that hated us, one that would do everything in its power to stomp us out. And to top that all off, there was the time limit of the curse over my head, ticking away day by day. “ Eren leaned in a bit, his eyes burning with intensity, and Hannes knew to listen carefully. Because his father didn’t get so serious often, but when he did, he had a good reason to be. “Back in the days, I was the one who made the first move. I crossed the ocean and started the war. And during it, both me and your mother have done unspeakable things. We killed a lot of people, ended lives whose only crime was that they stood on the other side than we did. So, if you ask almost anyone outside of this island, if I am a monster, they will say yes. Eren Yeager is the devil of Paradis, after all. That is the truth. “

There was silence after his words. Hannes slowly digested the information, while Eren leaned back on his arms. It was still hard to talk about the war, even years after it ended. But he was glad that he didn’t lie to his son, he told him the truth, however harsh it may sound.

“But dad, “, the young voice grabbed his attention, “you aren’t Eren Yeager anymore. “ A small hand wrapped around his finger, around the ring that sat there. “You are Ackerman-Yeager now. We all are. “

The former devil of Paradis tipped his head back and laughed, before hugging his son and standing up. He put the small body on his back, and started walking back towards the HQ, feeling somehow lighter in his step.

“Hey, Hannes? “

“Yes dad? “

“Did you win the fight? “

“I broke his nose. “

Eren knew that he shouldn’t, but he still felt a swell of pride in his chest.

“Good one. “

  “Did you have a good talk? “

“Yep. Apparently he broke the other kid’s nose. “

“Eren! We are not supposed to be happy about that. “

“Oh right, sorry. “

Mikasa sighed on her seat in front of the mirror where she was brushing her hair. Now that she didn’t have to worry about it getting caught in the 3DM gear anymore, she let it grow out, and it was past her shoulders, a cascade of black silk. Eren was watching her from their bed, lying on his back with his arms behind his head.

“Why did the fight even start? What happened? “, she asked.

“Oh, you know. I am a monster, and you are a freak. Nothing new. “

She shook her head. Just a few years since the end of the war, and some people have already forgotten how much they both sacrificed for this peace. They bled for this land, just to be insulted. As always, Eren seemed to have sense her bad mood, and left the bed to put his arms on her shoulders.

“Honey, what’s wrong? And don’t say it’s just the Hannes thing, I can feel that something happened. “

The disadvantages of marrying your best friend since childhood. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

“It’s Kiyomi again. She sent another letter. “

“The usual? “

“Yes. Demanding that I come to Hizuru to claim my heritage as a princess. To divorce you and abandon all my children, to marry a pure blooded Asian and carry out my duty. The classic. “

“You have to hand it to the woman, she’s tireless. “

“It’s just annoying. “ Mikasa shook her head, “I told her countless times that I’m happily married, that I love my children and yes, I plan to have more and no I won’t leave them. “

In her brooding, she didn’t even notice Eren bending down until he pressed a kiss to her neck, the one that made her whole body shiver. “Plan to have more children? “, he whispered into her ear, grin on his face.

“Maybe…“, she whispered back, unable to keep herself from smiling.

“Well, we better get on it then. “, he said, and soon Mikasa forgot all of her troubles.

 The weird noises were coming from their parent’s bedroom again, but it was happening too often for the kids to care. Hannes sat on his bed, staring at Annie who was mirroring him across the room, while Erwin was sleeping soundly between them.

“You are stupid. “, he whispered, “Everyone knows Levi is the strongest soldier. “

“He’s old and walks with a cane. “ Annie scrunched her nose, “Mom could beat him, easy. She always beats dad when they spar. “

“He’s letting her win; don’t you see the way he smiles every time she pins him to the floor. He’s enjoying it for some reason. “

“No he isn’t. “

“Yea he is. “

“You just like Levi because he said you might join his squad once you grow up. “

“And you keep saying mom is the best because you look like her. “ That was the truth, Annie was really the perfect small copy of Mikasa.

She threw her long black hair back and frowned at her older brother. “I’m saying mom is the best because she is. And I’ll train with her until I am the best soldier, just you wait. “

“No, I’ll be the best soldier. You can’t beat me, I’m stronger. “

“Just you wait. “, she repeated and turned her back, clearly done with the conversation. Hannes followed suit, stifling back a yawn. He WILL become the strongest soldier in the world, to make mom and dad happy, Annie can be the second best.

Just watch him.

[jilliancares]

All is Fair: Epilogue

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CHAPTER TWELVE (EPILOGUE);

“Friends?” Dan said, standing before the son of Ares with his hand stuck out in front of him. Practically his entire cabin had begged him not to. They’d gone on and on about how Phil could’ve been lying, about how he didn’t deserve Dan, about how it would look if Dan went crawling back to him after everything. They’d kept him on Cabin Lockdown for two whole days, making sure he could do nothing but think about what he wanted to do.

“At least don’t date him right away,” Jasmine had said firmly, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. And duh Dan wasn’t going to date him right away. Phil had really hurt his feelings, he wasn’t going to let him think that a simple apology would be enough to right all his wrongs. He’d have to work for it, if he really wanted it.

“Friends?” Phil echoed, the spoon full of oatmeal still hovering somewhere between his bowl and his lips.

“Yeah,” Dan said plainly. But Phil just looked kind of delighted that Dan was even talking to him, and he was already nodding his head.

“Yeah, okay. Friends. I just—I just want to be around you. I love you.”

“And no saying that!” Dan quickly added, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed. God, his resolve wasn’t going to be very strong if Phil went around and said shit like that.

“I’m sorry,” Phil said, but his eyes seemed to be drinking in Dan’s red cheeks, possibly cataloging it for later. “It’s just—I feel it so strongly, you know? It might slip out on accident.”

I feel it so strongly.

This only made Dan’s face even pinker; he felt like heat was emanating from his skin. “Well… you better try,” Dan huffed, before plopping himself down in the grass across from the other boy. Phil had taken his breakfast outside, probably enjoying the nice day and the gentle breeze, and Dan had followed him, after finally shaking off his siblings (and Emma).

Phil was smiling, the corners of his lips quirked up contently, and he scooted a bit closer to Dan. He held up his bowl. “Want some?”

“I—you used that spoon,” Dan pointed out. Phil simply shrugged.

“No different than when we kissed, right?”

Gods, Dan was never going to stop blushing, was he?

—

Being friends with Phil was a lot harder than Dan would’ve thought. Or should he say, being just friends with Phil. For a son of Ares, he was pretty good at being a real fucking tease.

Obviously he knew that Dan had feelings for him—something like that didn’t just go away immediately, even after a big reveal and apparent heartbreak. It especially didn’t go away after a sincere apology. And more apologies kept coming, too. Phil made it very clear, over and over again, that he was sorry for what he’d done to Dan.

He also kept making it clear that he was still very much in love with Dan. It kept slipping out “on accident”, and Phil so clearly reveled in how flustered Dan became every time.

“That’s not fair,” Dan whined, when Phil said it as they walked around the camp, their hands occasionally bumping and sending little jolts of what felt like lightning all through Dan’s nerves. “You’re exploiting the knowledge that I like you. You know what saying… that… does to me.”

“I’m doing no such thing,” Phil immediately rebutted. “But I mean, even if I were, all’s fair in love and war, you know?” Dan was silent for a moment. “Get it? Because I love you?” Dan groaned, embarrassed.

At first, Emma was wary of Phil, having not really approved of Dan allowing this friendship to happen, but even she couldn’t deny his charm. The three of them would hang out and they’d laugh and joke and Dan would be staring at his lips again, fuck!

And gods, he couldn’t stop thinking about his lips. About how they’d felt against his, pressing softly, a bit insistently. He started dreaming about his lips—on his own, on his neck, on his chest and lower and lower and fuck, not again, gods dammit! It was embarrassing, the dreams he kept having, but there were just as many innocent ones to rival it. Ones where he and Phil just cuddled, or went on adventures together, or stayed monsters in perfect sync.

Much like his lips, Dan also found himself unable to stop thinking about his hands. They’d slotted so perfectly into his, warm, a perfect weight between his own fingers.

Worst of all, Dan was pretty sure Phil knew he couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was constantly catching him staring, smiling or smirking or grinning as Dan whipped his head away, only for his gaze to soon drift right back to where it’d started.

And so yes, being just friends with Phil was very difficult indeed.

Especially when Phil insisted that friends platonically cuddled all the time. Which meant that sometimes they’d sit on Dan’s bed, or on a grassy hill, or on the sand by the lake, and Phil would just be… touching him. Arm around his shoulders, or head in his lap, or hand intertwined with Dan’s. He was sure Phil could hear his heart going a mile a minute half the time, and knew Phil could see his red face.

And gods, Phil could be really sneaky. Dan didn’t know how, but sometimes his fingers ended up brushing the bare skin of his stomach, and it sent shivers all up and down his body.

So it made sense that sometimes Dan had to get away from him, right? He had to escape the all-consuming pressure that was Phil’s presence, a pressure that had Dan sure he would break and kiss him any minute now, would crawl into his lap and hold him close.

Obviously, the easiest, most sensible place to escape from someone was the showers. So that’s where Dan was, standing under the steady stream of hot water. The shower head came out of the wall, and the rest of his modesty was assured with cheap, lime green curtains—almost see-through, but not quite.

He jumped when he heard Phil’s voice.

It wasn’t directed at him, the other boy clearly having just come into the bathroom. Dan spun on the spot, seeing through the curtain his shadowy figure standing by the door.

“I’m just gonna shower real quick. I was thinking you, me, and Dan could do something fun tonight? Maybe swim in the lake or something, I don’t know.”

“Be quick,” Emma’s voice responded. “I’m bored and I can’t find Dan.”

Phil murmured that he would, in fact, be quick, and then his footsteps were padding against the tile floor. He paused outside Dan’s stall. Dan stood stock still, curling his toes against the floor. He remembered his shoes, parked outside his shower stall… but Phil wouldn’t recognize those, would he?

“Dan? Is that you?”

UGH.

“Yeah,” Dan said, resigned, and Phil laughed, stepping quickly into the shower next to his.

“Emma and I were looking for you.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah! Who’d’ve thought you’d be here?”

Dan started to wonder how much of a coincidence this really was.

Phil was talkative. Dan had never really talked to anyone while showering before, but Phil seemed determined to do so. For some reason it left Dan kind of flustered, knowing they were having a conversation while both butt naked, only a thin, almost see-through curtain between them. And damn, it really was almost see-through. He could see the outline of Phil, scrubbing his hair, and then his arms, and chest, and…

Dan swallowed and looked away.

It didn’t mean anything to him, when a couple more people entered the bathroom, talking amongst themselves. At least, it didn’t until he tuned into their conversation.

“Think he’s in here?”

“I saw him come in earlier.” There was a pause in their conversation.

“Amy’s not paying us nearly enough for this,” one of the guys grumbled, and that name struck a familiar chord with Dan—

His eyes went wide as the curtain between his and Phil’s stalls was wrenched aside, Phil barreling into his own shower. Phil’s eyes were wide too, but for completely different reasons.

“Give me your weapon!” Phil hissed frantically.

“My… what?” Dan managed, momentarily more occupied with whatever the fuck was going on than the fact that he and Phil were standing naked together.

“Hammer! Give me your hammer!” Phil said this while shaking Dan, having stepped closer and grabbed onto his shoulders. Dan’s eyes drifted from his face, down his chest…

“Dan!”

“Right,” Dan muttered, shaking his head. And then, “Videtur.” His hammer appeared, heavy and familiar in his hand, and he handed it to Phil. No one had ever held his hammer before, he realized, but Phil twisted his hands around the staff and took a step closer to the outside curtain, straining his ears for the boys who’d entered the bathroom. They must’ve been brothers of Phil’s, or some other idiots Amy had apparently hired. She must not have been very happy with the fact that he and Phil were getting on again, even after her big reveal.

Suddenly, the curtain was ripped open in front of Phil, revealing two tall, muscled boys, each holding a long knife and glaring at Phil. Dan stood stiffly in the background, wishing people would stop barging into his shower.

“Leave me alone or I’ll bash your faces in,” Phil growled, Dan’s warhammer hefted over his shoulder. The two boys exchanged a single glance, and shrugged.

“Amy was cheap anyway,” one of them muttered, and then they were gone, Phil sliding the curtain shut once again with their absence.

“Thanks,” he said, handing the hammer back to Dan.

Dan muttered something incomprehensible in reply before vanishing his weapon. It was just… well, Phil had looked really hot, naked and holding a giant fucking hammer over his head. And Dan’s face and chest were flushed, heat traveling down his spine, and Phil was still just standing there.

Accidentally, Dan’s eyes devoured Phil—ran over him, up and down, tracing his body with total abandon before he realized what he was doing and wrenched his eyes back up to Phil’s. Phil was smirking, having not missed a second of Dan’s inappropriate ogling, and his eyes took their own slow tour of Dan’s body, causing heat to expand evenly throughout all of him, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Phil took a step closer, and suddenly Dan was reaching out, was grabbing him and pulling him closer. Phil hummed, his smirk tangible against Dan’s own lips when he pulled him in for a kiss. The stream of hot water was now cascading over both of them, and almost too-gently, Phil pressed Dan against the wall, the tiles cold against his back. Dan gasped, arching his head back as Phil kissed him, as his lips trailed from the corner of his lips to his jaw, kissing lightly at first but then more firmly. It felt good.

“This okay?” Phil murmured against his skin, his breath hot and delicious on Dan’s neck.

“Mhmm,” Dan hummed, and he arched his neck further, giving Phil better access. And then Phil pressed forward, their bodies slotting together, and Dan realized how hard he was. He moaned, and Phil pushed against him again, both of them letting out little noises this time.

“Oh fuck,” Phil said intelligently, and Dan agreed with a sound low in his throat, already arching his back off the wall, pushing his hips into Phil’s.

And just like that, they were moving. Hot, panted breaths spilled between them, arms clinging to shoulders and backs as their hips snapped forward again and again, a litany of noises—gasps and whines and moans—escaping them.

“Fuck,” Dan gasped. Phil’s forehead was pressed against his shoulder, all his attention focused on the movement of his own hips. “Oh fuck!”

“Dan,” Phil moaned, and his hands anchored themselves on Dan’s hips, holding him still and pressing him tighter against himself as he moved against Dan even faster, even harder.

Dan tilted his head up, gasping wildly, barely able to breathe, as pleasure thrummed through his body, from his head to his toes, pulsing between his legs.

“Please, Phil—fuck!” His hand was tangled in Phil’s hair now, holding his face against the crook of his shoulder and neck. Phil groaned against him, and Dan reached down with his free hand, wrapping it around them together, the new touch shocking Phil into stilling. He was gasping, his breath escaping him in little puffs against Dan’s neck, as Dan slid his hand over them faster and faster, his arm aching but he was so close, so close…

Phil cried out, twitching in Dan’s hand and exploding onto their stomachs, pressing himself closer to Dan as he came, his hips thrusting feebly into his hand. Dan followed right after, the pleasure becoming almost too much as he groaned, adding to the mess between them.

They stayed like that for a minute, warm and sated, pressed against each other. Finally, Phil stood up straight, his hands still idly running over Dan’s body, his arms and chest, coming up to cup his face.

“I love you,” he said, and like clockwork, Dan’s face went red.

But, “I love you too,” he answered, and Phil grinned, pulling him into a hug.

“Be my boyfriend,” Phil said into Dan’s ear. “Let me kiss you every day. Let my play with your hair. Let my hold your hand and kiss your neck and touch your skin. Let me take off your clothes…”

“We’re already naked,” Dan pointed out, and Phil laughed, pulling away from Dan a bit to look into his eyes, grinning.

“Be my boyfriend,” he said.

“Phil,” Dan said, but he was already grinning, his eyes surely lit with excitement.

“Be my boyfriend,” Phil repeated, and he pressed Dan back into the wall, pinned his hands above his head. “By my boyfriend.” And then he let go of Dan’s hands, but Dan kept them there—mostly out of shock—because Phil was sinking to his knees, looking up at Dan with a grin, his face so close to— “Be my boyfriend, Dan.”

“I was already going to say yes,” Dan squeaked, but that didn’t stop Phil from leaning forward and taking his cock into his mouth.

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“Where have you guys been?” Emma demanded, sitting up in the sand when Dan and Phil finally descended the slope to join her by the lake.

“What?” Dan said innocently.

“Phil went to take a quick shower,” Emma scoffed, glaring at Phil as she said it, “and you’ve been MIA all afternoon!”

“I was taking a shower,” Dan said. And then Emma looked at him. And her eyes widened. And her mouth gaped.

“Sisters before misters!” she cried, scrambling to her feet to fling a finger out at Dan. “You left me to boredom! Boredom vultures could’ve been picking at my bored eyes!”

“You’re being over dramatic,” Dan pointed out.

“You’re a fake friend.”

“Emma—” Phil said, but he was smiling, amused.

“And you!” Emma rounded on him. “You’re a thief!”

“What?” Dan spluttered. “Emma, you’re the one that steals things!”

“You stole Dan’s innocence!” Emma claimed, flinging a hand towards Dan. “It’s gone!”

Phil just laughed, and Dan followed his lead. Emma groaned, marching forward and pulling Dan into a hug. “You happy, again?” she whispered, and he hummed in approval.

Emma pushed him away and turned to Phil. “If you ever hurt him again, I’ll kick your ass,” she threatened.

“Duly noted,” Phil answered. “And entirely unneeded.” He reached out, letting his fingers intertwine with Dan’s. Dan felt his cheeks go pink—mostly because of happiness this time.

“You guys are gonna be that sickly-sweet clingy couple, aren’t you?” Emma said forlornly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Phil answered, his hand briefly squeezing Dan’s.

Dan thought it was a pretty fair assumption.

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The End

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WOW!!! that is the end of that, my dudes!!! it’s midnight and i’m surprisingly exhausted so i’ll try to keep this quick! i’m so thankful for all of you who’ve been reading and sending me asks! (and all of those who’ll end up reading this in the future!) i really hope you enjoyed it and i can’t thank you guys enough <3 i love having you guys around and just,,, have a good day/night/whatever whenever you read this, i hope you’re happy and healthy <3