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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years ago

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Drop In-Chapter 2 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: You like Peter, and Peter likes you. This should be simple, so why isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because you were already friends? Maybe it’s the stress of senior year? Maybe it’s because someone had to get bit by a spider? Who’s to say?

Word Count: 3.6k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying,

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Chapter Summary: Peter’s birthday is coming up...How will you celebrate? Here’s an idea! How about some pining, panic, and Coney Island?

A/n: This is kinda all over the place but don’t worry about it

You wasted no time calling Heidi on Thursday. She answered the phone rather quickly, “Hey, I’m at work, what’s up?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You told her you’d be right down and that you needed her expert opinion. You made a lame excuse to Peter as to why you couldn’t hang out today. He seemed a little upset but he didn’t push you. You grabbed your purse and rushed to your car.

When you arrived at the theatre Heidi seemed mildly surprised. You made your way to the snack counter throwing your bag on the cheap vinyl. Heidi stopped sweeping and met you halfway. Her hair was now gold and purple. It was a bold look but she wore it well.

“What did he do?” You looked at her confused.

“You only ever get this distress when it’s about Peter. What did he do?” You groaned leaning on your elbows, covering your face.

“He didn’t do anything. His birthday is this Saturday and I don’t know what to get him.” Heidi laughed, moving away from the counter to grab a box of Mike and Ike’s.

“So you’re telling me,” She began, popping some candy into her mouth, “That you didn’t get him a gift? I find that very hard to believe.” She offered the box to you and you took a few.

“I did get him a gift but I don’t think he’ll like it.” She shook her head.

“What’d you get him?” You looked down at the counter, suddenly embarrassed.

“I got him tickets to Mumford and Sons on the 28th.” Despite your lowered voice Heidi heard you clearly and scoffed.

“Jesus, how expensive were those?” You started wringing your hands, looking at the posters on the wall.

“They’re front-row tickets.” She laughed even harder and your cheeks felt alight. You watched as she leaned back to pop another candy in the air, nearly missing it.

“And why, pray tell, is that not good enough for him?” You groaned in annoyance.

“Because he only knows like two songs and he doesn’t like them very much.” Heidi sighed before resting her head in her hand.

“Look, he should be grateful for those tickets and I’m sure he would like them.” Your shoulders shrugged in defeat. “But I’ll help you come up with something else.”

You thanked her for her help and pulled out your notebook from your bag. She only teased you slightly for its contents but focused on everything you had written. After reading it twice and asking clarifying questions she flipped the page over. You handed her a pen and she started writing. She wrote down a trait or observation and a bunch of gift ideas under it. Once finished she flipped it back over to you and you began crossing things out, marking ideas you really liked.

After a few minutes of brainstorming, you had come up with some good ideas. You would need her help for some as they weren’t something you could legally buy, but she was twenty-two. You told her to keep the receipts and you would pay her back and left to go to the Van’s shop.

You looked around the store skimming through the clothes and accessories searching for something you thought Peter would like. You found a black hoodie with the doodled thrasher logo on it and a dark green hoodie with “BAKER” written across it. You held them up, examining them both.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you and you turned to see the worker who sold you your skateboard.

“Hey, Tony Hawk! How’s the board treating you?” You chuckled at the nickname.

“It’s going well. I am currently looking for a present for my teacher.” He nodded stepping around the clothing rounder to take a closer look at your selection. He asked if you had a picture of who you were shopping for and you flushed. You had a folder in your camera roll dedicated to your friend. Pictures from Halloween, pictures taken at school, pictures of Peter skating, a picture of him leaning on your car.

He looked between the pictures and then the hoodies before pointing to the green one. “He wears more of these colours.” He rang you up and you thanked him for the help.

You went home and started wrapping your present and your dad sat with you. He asked about your day and you told him you were mostly stressed about getting Peter a gift but you felt a lot better now that it was taken care of. Your father left to make dinner and you got a text from Hiedi.

Loca Coworka:

Got the goodies!

(Y/n):

Omg thank u! ur a lifesaver!!!!

Loca Coworka:

No prob bob :)) do u want me to drop it off now??

(Y/n):

Yeah thats cool lemme send u the address

She met you in your driveway and handed you the various bags of contraband. You thanked her, handing her the money, and rushed upstairs to wrap them too. You were pretty proud of your haul.

Peter had said he didn’t want to do anything major for his birthday. He just wanted you and him to spend the night and goof off. The Parkers had already called your father and were both surprised when their rules were more strict than his.

You had convinced them that the sleepover should be held at your place and Peter agreed. You would spend dinner at his house with his family and then go back to yours. You had already sent your dad to the party store to get decorations and stuff for a cake. It was going to be great! Everything was in order for you both to have a wonderful and festive night. You thought anxiously of your gifts as you shoved them under your bed.

By Friday you were practically buzzing. Peter teased you for fidgeting in your seat but you couldn’t help it. By lunch, Peter was more than amused.

“What are you so amped up about?” you feigned confusion, picking at the pasta salad you had packed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He nudged your shoulder.

“Come on, there’s gotta be something that has you so smiley today.” He fixed you with a look you knew well. That cocky half-smirk that you could never argue against because that look was reserved specifically for when he knew he already won. You broke.

“Alright, alright,” You looked back at your food, “I might be a little excited for someone’s birthday.”

Peter then started laughing, “Seriously? All this giddiness over my birthday?”

You scoffed, (mostly to cover embarrassment) “Yeah! It’s an excuse to celebrate you. Like, one of my favourite people was born so, like, I’m excited about it.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, “Oh no. No, no, no. You’re not gonna be weird about it are you?”

You panicked at his nervous expression. Your friends in the past had known you to go a bit overboard sometimes. That’s something you contribute to them leaving you behind. The idea of Peter joining them, becoming a silent familiar face in the hallway, broke your heart.

“No, me weird? No! I am being normal. I am so normal about this.” He looked at you with a single quirked brow. “No really, very normal.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as if he didn’t believe you. You started going over everything you had bought and prepared. You were thinking in what ways you could cut back and tone down. Maybe you could return the banner but keep the balloons? Or maybe just keep half of the balloons? Were balloons too much?

“Don’t be.” You jerked your head to look at Peter. You were trying to remember that he was only your best friend but his eyes held such a softness to them they made you forget temporarily.

“It’s been a while since anyone has been excited for my birthday, other than Ben and May of course. I’m sure it’ll be fun.” You could feel yourself melting.

He was looking at you with such fondness. You hadn’t realised how close you were. His nose mere centimetres from yours. You want to lean forward, close the gap. You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your heart stopped beating for a moment as your breathing slowed. Peter hadn’t kissed you in months. He never said anything about it. He just stopped doing it.

Suddenly the spell was broken. Peter cleared his throat leaning back against the bench. You both continued to eat in the awkward quiet you’d found yourselves in.

You drove Peter home as usual. By then the awkwardness had dispersed, both of you choosing to ignore the almost kiss. As soon as you walked in Peter was greeted by his Aunt May. She had picked up a double so she could be off today. The kindness of this woman truly knew no bounds. She squeezed him, holding him tight and not letting go for a while. He pulled away and gave her a ‘thanks’ and a kiss on the cheek. She then turned to you and you were quickly wrapped up in a similar hug.

You all sat down at the table and she asked you how your day was. You and Peter took turns answering, most of your classes were the same so it was a quick story. May seemed happy to hear that you were all doing so well in class. She grabbed her purse and walked back over to the table.

“So, Peter, you have three options. We can go to the movies, coney island, or we can go to the skate store and get whatever.” Peter looked at you and you shrugged.

“How about the Coney? I haven’t been there since I was a kid.” May chuckled and went to put on her shoes.

“I know, I was there.”

You hadn’t been to Coney Island since you were a child. Your dad had gotten season passes after scoring his new job to celebrate. You ate so much cotton candy that year it’s a wonder your body still worked. Everyone agreed that the subway would be faster and less stressful. You sat next to Peter in the shaky car as May told you all about the drama at work. You couldn’t remember all the names but there were a few that stood out from other stories.

You arrived and Peter's eyes lit up. It was 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, pretty busy but still fun. You told May you were going to the bathroom and snuck away to cover everyone’s tickets. When you returned she was almost upset.

“This is supposed to be a treat for you two!” You looked to Peter for back up but his arms were crossed just like hers. You would have found the fact that his mannerisms mirrored his aunt so closely amusing if you weren’t being ganged up on.

“Well, I wanted to treat you because I don’t often get to.” Aunt May considered your answer before wrapping you in a hug.

“You truly are too kind. Let me cover the rest of it, my treat.” It was hard to argue with her when she was pouring out all the motherly love you were missing. You nodded your head and she thanked you.

You walked around from ride to ride, Peter declared he want to ride each one. You sat beside him as the world dissolved into coloured lights and cheers. You had never had so much fun. You tried to convince May to get on a few but she declined every time.

After walking around for a bit you started to get hungry. You got off the spinning tea cups and looked for May but couldn’t find her. Peter seemed equally confused. He called her as you walked around. He linked your arms together as he peered over the crowd. You scolded the butterflies that seemed to be waking up in your stomach.

“Hey, May. Where’d you go, we couldn’t find you?” He stopped moving but his head was still scanning everyone in the crowd. You watched him intensely.

The way his jaw was flexed, a clear indicator of stress. The way his brows furrowed in concentration. You couldn’t hear what she was saying on the other side of the line. Peter pulled you closer, his hand now against your waist and your hands on his chest. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he turned his head behind him.

“May, where are you right now?” He seemed stressed and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Okay, okay, we’ll meet you there.” He hung up and only then looked down at you.

“Hey, What’s up?” He seemed to notice your proximity then. You expected him to pull away from you as he always did, but instead, he hugged you. He wrapped his hands around you your waist and tucked his head into your neck. You ran your hands on his back and he seemed to relax.

“Nothing, that just freaked me out a bit. She was being overly cryptic.” You simply nodded. He held you there for a while and you relished in his hold. He slowly pulled away and graced you with that Peter Parker smile. He kept his hand on your waist and led you to the food carts.

You turned the corner and saw Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and your father standing at one of the tables. There were some streamers haphazardly thrown across the umbrella and they were all jumping about. You couldn’t help but laugh as Peter just gawked. You made your way over and everyone began cheering. A few people looked over at the spectacle and it made you laugh.

Peter got passed around for hugs, and you were too. Once everyone sat down Peter couldn’t stop smiling. He kept saying how nice this was and how it wasn’t necessary but no one listened. Of course it was necessary. Your father stood up and asked you to come with him.

He began walking over to a food truck and once in line, he turned to you.

“How are you?” You looked at him confused.

“I’m doing okay? How are you?” He told you he was fine as he slipped his hand into yours.

“How are things with Peter?” You sighed not really knowing how to answer.

“Peter is my best friend and I am enjoying that.” He seemed to nod in understanding.

“Well, I got those gifts from your desk. There in my bag if you wanna give them to him.” You thanked him and ordered your food. You helped your dad carry it back and you passed Peter a fork, sliding your cheesy fries between you.

Everyone finished their food and Uncle Ben declared it was time for gifts. Aunt May and Ben went first. They got him some film and Uncle Ben told him he had converted some of the basement into a dark room. He was ecstatic and told them as such. Your father got him a skating multi-tool. It had a hex key and a bunch of other things.

Now it was your turn and you felt a little silly. You handed him, first, the hoodie. You could tell a lot about a person by the way they opened presents. Peter would inspect the wrapping, telling the person he was grateful before even opening it. He would then look for an opening or tape that he would try to carefully tear, but Peter lacked grace. He would often rip the paper a few times before conceding to his ungainly thumbs and shred the delicate paper.

He pulled out the hoodie, holding it up to see. “Thank you, I’ve been meaning to get more Baker gear!”

“It’s nothing,” You said sliding the next gift over to him, “I just liked the colour.”

He looked down and saw that you had more and shook his head, “What more could you have possibly given me?”

You buried your head in your hands, almost forgetting about your elders at the table. “Just open it and see.”

You were really anxious about this one. You honestly wished your father hadn’t grabbed it. It was something you got for him a while ago. It had been sitting in your closet for months. You had made it back when you thought you and Peter would be dating, but then that never happened. You considered giving it to him for Christmas but he didn’t celebrate and you could have easily made it a Hanukah gift but it just didn’t feel right. It was stupid and silly. You put it with the other gifts in a moment of weakness.

You watched as Peter’s gentle fingers traced the pattern of the gift wrap. If he noticed the paper was well worn, that there were punctures near the corners, if he noticed at all that this had been wrapped for a while, he didn’t say anything. He simply smiled and unwrapped the gift. Under the wrapping paper was a simple square box, and when he pulled off the lid, his fingers dived in retrieving the band within.

He rubbed his thumb across the woven thread, taking in its muted colours: dark green, cream-white, and navy blue. It was thin, less than a quarter inch in size. The green and blue alternated in braided columns between small white knots. It had taken you forever to make. He held it in his palm, tracing over the cotton before holding it to his chest.

“(Y/n), I love it!” You fought back the blush fighting its way to your cheeks. When you didn’t reply he pulled you into a hug.

“Really, I love it. Help me put it on?” Your fingers shook as they approached his wrist. You tied it off and he look very pleased, immediately turning to Ben and May to show it off.

It was getting late but Peter insisted on riding the Ferris Wheel with you. You said your goodbyes and went to get in line, your father walking May and Ben to the exit. It wasn’t long before you were seated. Peter insisted on getting one of the colourful carts on the inside of the circle.

You stepped in after him and decided to take the seat opposite. You were trying to put space between you because lately, it had been more difficult than you cared to admit. Peter didn’t say anything, silently scooting over to sit in the middle of the bench.

You looked out at all the lights before staring at the beach. The weather was warm but New York nights were cold. There were few umbrellas out and even fewer people. You watched as the waves crashed onto the sand. You wished you could hear them but the sound was drowned out by corny carnival tunes and the cheerful screams of children.

The ride began to lurch forward and Peter giggled as he peered out of his window. “I love heights.”

You laughed, gripping onto the metal as it lurched again. “Oh yeah? What’s so good about heights?”

Peter paused, considering your answer, “Everyone looks so small from up here. You can still see them though. From up here, you can see people make memories, like that kid there.”

You followed his pointed finger to a small boy jumping around at one of the carnival games. “See? His dad just won him a prize, he’ll have that thing for years. He’ll remember this night for a long time.”

You watched as the small boy was handed a stuffed animal, and then scooped up by his mother as they made their way around the park. You were lost in thought when you felt the cart start to lean back. You panicked, gripping onto the side while Peter’s laugh rang through the air.

“This is the best part!” he yelled. Suddenly the cart was falling back. You screamed as you realised Peter was now above you, instead of across. You felt your stomach in your chest and then you swung forward and back again. The cart slowly moved back to a steady rise and your breathing slowed.

“That’s why it’s called the ‘Wonder Wheel’!” Peter was grinning like a madman while you were trying to catch your bearings.

“I thought I was going to die!” He chuckled looking back out to the people.

It was hard to look away from him. The neon night washed his face with reds and blues that you couldn’t help but get lost in. His harsh features were smoothed over by the electric hues and he looked so peaceful. You pulled out your phone and took a picture. Peter heard the snap of the shutter and went to scold you, but the cart started to tip again.

“Oh, no!” Peter laughed once again at your panic.

“Looks like payback to me.” He said with a smug smile.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, I thought it was done tipping!” Your hands were splayed across your side of the cart, trying to stabilise yourself.

“Come over here,” Peter’s arms were open to you and you considered it for a moment but the cart shifted again.

“I’ll catch you, I promise.” You took a deep breath and launched yourself forward, his arms quickly enveloped you and he squeezed you tight. You were practically in his lap, and the cart fell back. Both of you let out a scream, although one sounded much more ecstatic than the other. You closed your eyes as you waited for the cart to stabilise again.

“That’s the other cool thing about heights.” You looked at him confused and he continued, “That stomach-sinking feeling, when it feels like you’re falling but you know you’re not. It almost feels like flying.”

“You’re insane” You whispered into his chest.

You’re not sure if he heard what you said or if he felt the cart tipping again but you heard his laughter bounce off the metal surroundings.

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dearcupidcandy · 4 years ago

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Dear Demon FINALE ❤️ part 3

(Ik it’s long. Hope ya enjoy!)

💕 Again Visuals aren’t mine! Just helps with the story~

“I see you tried to steal my love....” Chisaki hissed. He released you from his kabedon as he turned to face the one who stole his love. You fell to the ground. Looking up at a very pissed demon Kai. Staring back down at you. His beak unhinged wider. Quickly flicking his eyes back to the angry demon slayer. “What’s with that look s l a y e r?” His glove quickly disingrated and he placed it on the ground. Making him drop the flowers onto the spikes he made out of the alleyway floor. He let out a echoing ‘tsk’. Tanjiro pulled one of his swords out from his back. “Nezuko!! Get Ms Y/n!” He screamed. You simply looked at the chaos around you. Shivering on the ground.

Was Kai really going to kill you?

He looked like he was.....but he wouldn’t-

Your eyes quickly went to your demon form boyfriend who stared at you with nothing but a nonchalant look. He calmly turned back towards you. The spikes had sent Tanjiro and Nezuko back quite a bit. Gave him time to try to talk with you. With the look in his eyes. You could tell he wasn’t pleased to see that guy with flowers in his hand. Shit. You where going to be overhauled.

“Care to explain Angel?” He said in a husky voice. “Why that 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝?” You could almost see the feathers spiking from his jacket. The black veins on his face growing bigger. “I- I didn’t know him!! I would never replace you!”

He glared at you. Enjoying your scared expression.

“My dear Y/n....” He said. Eyes turning back into their normal stance as he caresses your cheek.

“Y-y-Yes Kai?” You quickly responded before you saw a sword appearing from the side of your eyesight.

“𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.” His eyes went wide and his pupils went small as he turned around and gripped the sword Tanjiro was suddenly attacking with. Holding onto it and hit him with full force.

Tanjiro was shot back towards the spike and his the side of one. You stood there in pure shock as he bit down Nezuko’s arm. And swung her towards her brother. Nezuko was bleeding badly. You remembered the pain in your chest when Kai’s clone bit a hole in you.

Tanjiro’s sword slid towards you. As Kai huffed and turned back towards you. You had already escaped and was running towards it. His black vains throbbing as his demon hand stretched towards you. You grabbed the handle before Overhauled towered over you. His eyes never breaking eye contact. His calm attitude was replaced with an insane amount of intimidation.

You let out a shriek before he gripped you by the collar. “Your mine... Angel... I don’t care how many people I have to kill.... 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩�� 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛......” You knew how determined Kai Chisaki was. Why couldn’t you live without this man? All you remember tears steaming down your face. You screamed his name before blacking out. Chisaki muttered something about ‘not even death can keep you away from me my dear Angel...’

God damn it... if only you weren’t so lovesick then....

𝘼 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙤:

“Sorry Y/n.... I just don’t see us working out... I’m sure you’ll find someone who will make you happy!” The black and green checkered boy smiled.

Your whole heart broke. Not only where you quirkless. But you also weren’t a demon slayer. You where lame. Normal. He wanted to break up with you on top of that. You felt useless.

You silently nodded and he asked if you where going to be okay. You faked a smile and told him you would be happy no matter what. It wasn’t any use trying to convince him otherwise.

That night. You went to a bar. Got drunk with a kid in a boar mask and was too drunk to even know where you where going. You slumped against a wall in the alleyway. You sat there a while and cried. Resenting Tanjiro for letting you loose from his warm and comforting arms.

“AUGGGhHhHhHh!!!!”

Anguished screams where coming not so far away from where you where. You saw a blood splatter under a lamppost as footsteps appeared infront of you. You where too drunk to be scared. A man with amber eyes was staring at you. A man with a white hood next to him. He hovered his hand on top of your head. Your drunk self purred at the contact. He flinched for a second still looking down at you.

You smiled back at him. Making his growl out his words. “What’s your quirk? A cat?” You let out a drunk laugh as they both started to back away. You wiped your eyes from your tears and looked up at them. “I’m quirkless!” You announced.

“Are you from the Corps?” The white hooded man spoke. Chisaki still just staring at you. Not sure what to do.

“No!” You burped. Letting out another chuckle. “I’m boring! That’s why he br-broke up with me!”

Chisaki scoffed and removed his gloves about to kill you off. “Then let me put you out your misery ms normal.” You laughed and grabbed his hand. Making his eye twitch as you used his hand to pull yourself closer to his face. Hives didn’t break out. Which scared both him and Chrono.

“You drunk B-.” Chisaki started before you crashed your lips onto his. He let it happen for a moment before he pushed you back against the wall. Trying to wipe the drunk smell off his mouth. “Heh heh.... your cuteeee~.” You booped his nose before fainting on the ground. Making both Chrono and especially Chisaki flustered.

You woke up on a bed. You slowly turned you eyes to Kai watching you. His eyes unrelenting to look anywhere else. You blinked again. Looking at the man crouching on the chair. Waiting for you to wake up. Once it had processed in your brain you weren’t at your apartment you looked inside the blankets making sure you where still clothed. You where. But you where in pajamas and smelled nicer. You screamed as Chisaki sat closer on the edge of the bed. “WHAT THE FU-.” You started before the man chuckled and gave you a pat on the head. “I’m Chisaki...he started...” He explained what happened. (Not mentioning the kiss), and smirked under his black dust mask as you blushed in embarrassment. “I’m so so sorry Chisaki s-San!! I’ll leave right away!!”

“I don’t mind.” You felt your hand being touched by gloved hands and made eye contact with his now happy amber eyes.

Your memories flooded back to you. Getting yourself to wake up quicker. His words feeling like a syringe with each word of obsession.

“I’ve grown a liking to you......Ms?”

“Oh! I’m Y/n!” U-um.... Y/N L/N!”

“I see...” He leaned into your now clean body and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’m Kai Chisaki...it’s a pleasure...”

Your eyes opened with tears. How could we have been so innocent back then? Your body had been reassembled. You struggling to open your eyes as you saw Tanjiro and Nezuko fight Chisaki. But what broke you was seeing Tanjiro getting overhauled.

“TANJIRO-SAN!” You quickly spoke. Chisaki flinched as you finally spoke. The spikes where gone as he came up to you. His demon form ceased a little. Still having his sharp teeth. His persona had changed and he picked you up. Staring into your e/c eyes. “I’m so sorry my dearest Y/n....” Forgive me?” His voice lower than normal. You looked at Tanjiro who went so far as to make a face of empathy. Nezuko hiding behind him. “You can gain her forgiveness by leaving Overhaul...” Tanjiro spoke with venom in his words. Chisaki sent him an unhinged glare. 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔- “Tanjiro’s eyes read that they regret breaking up with you. He was ready to die by Overhaul if that meant you were safe. He didn’t want you to be hurt because of him. But you knew he could never save you from Chisaki. You knew what you had to do.

“Tanjiro.... I’m sorry....” You quickly called to him. Making his eyes fill with horror. “Y/n... what are you...” You kissed the demon in front of you. He was caught off guard and accepted it. You had to save them from him. You where the thing that kept his sanity. You where going to protect this world.

He gasped out of the kiss. Going fully back to his original form. “Angel...-“ “I’ll stay with you... so please... spare them Kai...” He blushed at your words. He didn’t even say any words before he scooped you up bridal style and kept kissing you as he placed his hand on the ground. A wall appeared in front of Tanjiro and Nezuko. There screams where heard as he brought you up the stairs still embracing in a kiss.

“Y/N!!!! DOOOOoNNN’T!!!” You could feel his tears affecting you and you began to sob. Chisaki mistaking it for tears of joy. Smiling while you wrapped your arms around his neck. As the door closed. You saw Tanjiro stab his way through some of the rock. But barely getting there in time. You saw Chrono an the gang there ready to push them back more. Your teary eyes meeting Tanjiro’s as the door finally closed.

“I’ll love you forever Angel....” He said. Finally letting go of your lips.

If this kept the world safe. You’d gladly stay.

“I’ll always love you Kai...” Tears stained your face as he led you back to your shared bedroom. Hopefully they would be okay.

They had to be....

Hey you! Thanks for reading this! This was really fun to make! If you want more just ask ig lol! 💘

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zwiezraczek · 5 years ago

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Hello:) can I make a request about warren and the reader (you can choose her mutation) where they like each other but he denies it and everybody teases warren about it but then he snaps(?) and says mean/rude things about her and maybe she’s right there and he doesn’t realize it. Like super angsty but some fluff at the end pleasee (ik this is too specific so hopefully you can make it, and I knoww you can do angst so good, but if you don’t want to do it is ok)💖 :D

We're Not Friends [Request]

Note: I got SO SO SO carried away with this one, like... I love writing Warren, I just love the character in general! He's... I love it! It's never too specific, it always helps me to have some guidance! And well... Angst's my jam I guess! XP I hope you'll like what I wrote :D nonnie!!! 💕

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You were late. Extremely late. Fashionably late. Tastefully late. Your boss wouldn't be happy about it, you knew it so you got a wriggle up. Friday nights were always so hectic for you: you had to run from university directly to the mutants bar, for the greatest fights of the week. Stars seemed to hate you, they aligned like this in order to be a pain in your ass and you hated it.

The bar was already full when you walked in and made your way towards the fighter's lockers. You had about ten minutes to make yourself ready for the show you had to put on that night. Ten minutes to secure your body and to put a nice leather jacket on. Should be enough. You pushed the door and bumped into a wide chest. You began to babble some lame excuses before looking up. Warren. Obviously.

“Was about to see if you weren't eaten by someone outside,” he joked and you rolled your eyes before pushing him aside a bit in order to enter the room.

“I'm not tasteful,” you replied as you made your way towards the bench on which you threw your bag with everything you needed for tonight.

“Yeah, tell that to this big guy,” Warren's friend – whom you haven't noticed at all when entering the room – said as he tilted his head towards Warren.

“Very funny,” he grunted and closed the door behind him before coming back to his spot to end his preparation for the night.

You never knew what to expect from Warren. Well, you mostly knew that he was able to show up at your university's library when you were working on an assignment and gather all of your books to take you to the cinema, or to sit next to you during some of your classes – sleeping most of the time – just because he had nothing to do. And whenever he wasn't trying to sneak into your university, he would encourage you to practice for the fights or go with you into a coffee shop.

You smiled when you remembered how much you hated each other's attitudes at the very beginning, when you joined the bar's crew. You were cheeky, and so was he. Both of you tried to out speak each other until you understood that you shared a common passion: literature. You shared a love for a French author, Boris Vian, and his books. You were fond of these and that made you stay for the first time, after work, at the bar discussing about the books he had written.

“Hey, Worthington, you'll let her win today too?” another guy asked him and you looked at him after putting a black t-shirt on. He groaned before rolling his eyes and looked at you tying up your hair for the fights of tonight.

“Shut up,” he snapped without even looking at the man as he put his leather jacket on.

“Yeah, shut up,” you added as you were bandaging your hands now. “I'm just too powerful for him, he never lets me win: I win,” you teased him as you stuck out your tongue.

“We'll see whose hands will be bruised tonight,” he warned you with a smirk, a smirk his friend noticed – not for the first time he had to admit it.

“Be careful birdy, or I'll pluck your feathers out.”

“Sure thing. We see each other in the cage, sandwoman.”

“As every night, birdy.”

~~~

He had trained well to avoid your eyes during the fight, because he knew. He knew that if his eyes would meet yours, he would be screwed. You were called the Illusionist for a reason, this reason being your eyes plunging your opponent in a deep sleep, a beautiful dream full of torture which made them twist with pain if you wanted. And you still remembered how confidently Warren flew towards you, with the intention to crush you right in front of all the people right there when you looked him right in the eye. And he fell. Like a feather, a heavy feather, right on the ground. Since then, he was careful especially with the painful moment you gave him.

But then, you shared memories, you shared beautiful places with him. Because he was your cheeky friend, the kind of friend who would hold your hand when you were walking in the streets and telling you that your stage name was lame, a friend who would buy you books from time to time and you would offer him the priced copies of some Vian's books, a friend with whom you would argue to know who would pay for the coffee. He was a friend, a friend with beautiful eyes and a husky and raspy voice – giving you goosebumps when he spoke right above your shoulders and made your knees weak sometimes – a friend you liked, or maybe just someone you liked a bit more than first intended.

And on that night, he won the fight. He caught you off guard, throwing you against the fence and you had your breath short. You struggled to breathe for a moment and rose your hand in defeat, after almost fifteen minutes of fighting. He proudly smiled, and flew in order to show off his skills as the crowd chanted his name. But from there, you could see his concerned expression. And as soon as he caught your eyes, he mouthed if everything was okay. You simply nodded before going out the cag before the next fight. You had won three fights in a row, it was Warren's time to shine.

And as soon as the fights ended, you packed your things to go back home. You were exhausted, you needed sleep and Warren bruised you well – and he seemed damn proud about it, but first he admitted that he had been really anxious about your state when you hit the fence. He first insisted to take you back home, but you told him that you were too tired to wait for him to finally get ready to go back home. He chuckled and shook his head as you waved to say goodbye to the whole crew. You were already outside the bar when you noticed that your bag was heavier than intended, you opened it and found out why: you took Warren's fighting belt. And the thing weighted a ton and a half. You sighed, either you went back into the bar either you went back home. You opted for the first one. You stood already behind the door, ready to push it when you heard a big laugh.

“Warren, don't be such a dick and tell us that y/n is your girlfriend,” you recognized one of the other fighter's voice and you decided to stay behind the door.

“She's not,” he defended himself, and you could hear annoyance in his tone.

“Everytime you're looking at each other you're practically fucking in front of us,” another one exclaimed and you were thrown off balance for a second. You blinked furiously, shaking your head. No, that wasn't true.

“That's true,” the first one commented as if he had heard your mind. “And all these dates?”

“Dates,” Warren asked.

“Cinema, coffee shop... You going with her to uni, like man, we're not blind! Tell us you're fucking around or...”

“Listen to me fucker,” Warren's tone rose quickly, and you almost felt as irritated as he was. “I don't care about her, okay? I never cared. I don't care. I just want to win every fucking fight in this fucking cage against her because she humiliated me the first time! Got it?”

You perfectly got it. You perfectly did. You turned back, holding back tears and walked out the bar.

~~~

After a whole weekend of crying, you decided to tell your boss that you couldn't make it on Wednesday because of the fence incident, but that you would be there on Friday. He understood, and told you to rest well during the week. It hurt a lot to hear these words coming from a friend's – or even more – mouth, it did hurt so much. You couldn't let the words go. “I never cared.” Of course he never did. Of course all he ever wanted was to win, to be the best. He still was the haughty prick you though he was at the very beginning before you bonded over literature. He was a bastard, he was even worse than that.

And because he knew when you had classes, when you were home or not – mostly – you decided to go to other classes during that week. You couldn't let this bastard ruin your education, you couldn't let him win there too. So you avoided the places you knew he would come to meet you. You avoided him for a whole week, your greatest achievement so far. You were strangers. Nothing less and nothing more. He claimed being your friend, he claimed that you were an amazing person, he claimed it all. All lies, stupid lies you fell for. You even regretted developing stupid feelings towards him. You hated yourself for letting this man come into your life, become a part of your every-day life, your little sunshine with his golden locks and angelic smile making you melt when he laid his green pearly eyes on you. You hated yourself so fucking much.

And then, Friday had come. You entered the changing room, and all eyes were on you. You smiled and waved. The boss told them you were sick, you confirmed what he had said to them.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry for throwing you against this fence, I didn't,” Warren began, approaching you in order to put his hand on your shoulder but swiftly you moved so he couldn't.

“No problem,” you snapped dryly and briefly looked into his eyes. You tried to erase any ounce of emotion in yours, the pain, the anger, the cries. Every one of them.

“Sure you're alright,” he asked you, frowning.

“Yeah, I'm ready to fight Warren, if it's what you're implying.” He looked at you confused.

“Oh, okay...”

“Here, your fighting belt, took it by accident,” you said, before throwing it into his hands.

What an actor, what a motherfucking actor. The pain in his eyes? Fake. These glistening eyes were anything but truthful. His words echoing in your mind, “I never cared”, you tied your hair up before storming out the room, leaving all the others surprised by your attitude. And on that night, you fought like you never did, rage filling your veins and filling your opponent's minds – especially Warren's when his time had come to lose against you.And when the night ended, you were the first one to leave. No goodbye, no waving, nothing.

The delicate breeze caressed your burning cheeks. Once outside, you let all your emotions out, thinking how cathartic this night was for you. For a moment only.

“Y/n!” Fucking hell, you thought as you recognized Warren's voice. But you didn't bother to turn around and continued walking. “Y/n!” And you heard a flap of wings. God, he landed right in front of you.

“What the fuck,” you snapped standing still in front of him.

“No, what the fuck, y/n,” he repeated. You could tell how confused he was with his jaw clenched. You blinked a few times, playing it innocent. “You know what I mean, y/n! You're avoiding me, right?”

“Avoiding you,” you asked and put a hand on his shoulder. “You wish. The world isn't revolving around you, Archangel.”

“So why you weren't going to uni this week? I tried to see you there, as usual, you know.”

“I was going to my classes, just had to change hours, I had a tough time this week healing my wounds.” Every wound of your heart, you had to heal them. The process just began, but the stitches itched so much.

“You're cold, y/n,” he stated, his puppy eyes looking down at you.

“I thought you never cared, Warren,” you told him sarcastically. The stitches broke at that very moment, how did it hurt, how much did it bled.

“What?” His eyes widened as he looked surprised. You couldn't help yourself but chuckle through the pain.

“Well, I humiliated you the first time we fought, remember? Being my friend was a great strategy Warren, you're way smarter than I thought you were.”

“How you...”

“I came back to give you your belt back,” you cut him off sharply. “Your stupid fucking belt. Thanks to that belt I know that I have no friends, I mean no,” you corrected yourself with a pained smirk, “I have friends, but you're not one of them.”

“Y/n, listen I'm sorry you had to hear this I,” he tried, but you couldn't gather yourself to hear his pitiful explanations.

“That's fine Warren, I got you. You wanted to win, you hurt me and you won. Congratulations, you're a true bastard now.” You stepped aside to walk away, and he didn't move. He probably never liked you in the first place.

~~~

You couldn't stay home, it was too painful to lose a friend. To lose somebody you loved so much. Your heart was ready to explode again, filled with sadness and anger. You wanted to take some fresh air, so you put your coat on and went outside, hands in your pockets and strolled your way to the park.

Some flowers were already there, colorful and joyful as your mind was gray and gloomy. You sat in the grass, against a trunk and closes your eyes for a second. You would have given anything to let somebody use their mutation against you, a mutation erasing memories, a mutation making you feel whatever the person wanted – and in your case it was joy – or a mutation letting you sleep and never care. How funny, you wanted to never care. You maybe were both the same, him and you. This massive flapping of wings, people's “oh's” and “ah's” and you knew he was here. You were stupid thinking that he wouldn't check if you weren't here, it was one of your favorites spots after all.

You closed your eyes again, not having the strength to get up and leave, to flee. You weren't a coward, unlike him. You could hear his steps in the grass, right in front of you. You opened your eye, to look at him briefly. He had a book in his hands, standing above you with a sad expression. What a liar.

“What do you want,” you snapped, before closing your eye.

“To apologize,” he said after a moment of silence.

“Apology accepted, go home.”

“No, y/n, I want to properly apologize,” he said, and knelt before you. You opened your eyes, and he was right in front of you, looking into your eyes, devouring your soul.

“I thought you never cared.”

“I lied. I fucking lied. I just had enough of them saying this,” he admitted as he looked away.

“Yeah, I understand. I'm a fucking pain in the ass.”

“No, you're great! You're... Fuck, here we are. You're so great, y/n, you're really amazing, and you're intelligent and your mutation is fucking insane and...”

“You wanted to compete,” you asked, not fully following his train of thought.

“At first yes but then... I just wanted to know you better? And I found so much more than competition, for fuck's sake, you like Boris Vian, who in this fucking world likes this weirdo,” he asked before handing you the book. “Put my hand on one of the first editions of the 'I spit on your graves', and I thought it should be yours.” Your eyes lighted up. But at the same time, you couldn't tell if he did it only to be able to continue this littlegame of his. However, you put your hand on the cover of the book.

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I want to kiss you right now.” He took your breath away, without any warning. Your hand fell off the book, and you slightly opened your mouth in surprise. You blinked.

“But you said,” you started, really confused this time.

“Screw what I said, I already screwed many things so I thought that I might tell you right now how I feel about you.”

“I think I... Feel the same?” Your voice was unsure, and your mind full of fuzzy thoughts. A moment before you wanted to tore him apart, and now he confessed his lore to you, your little heart began to pound with love.

“Does that mean that I can kiss you?” You nodded, and he put the book aside, right next to you.

He approached you, his wings behind him, and you felt your cheeks burning. He put a finger under your chin before touching your lips with his. A tender touch with his rosy lips. You felt it all, your mind all dizzy. And when he pulled off, he caressed your cheek gently.

“I promise I'll never make you sad and angry like I did, I promise y/n,” he whispered and you felt that you were his world. And he was your world too.

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allegaeon · 4 years ago

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8,13,32 have a nice day 😊

8. what color do you think goes best with your personality? God I have not grown out of my emo phase have I ? But black lol. Ik the dark is obvious n shit but also cuz of how obscure n withdrawn i can be, the vastness of it n yet impossible to determine the depth. N also it's all i ever wear

13. talk about an au or story you came up with. When I was in middle school we had a school project where we had to invent our own country, make our laws n everythin from scratch n explain and make a short story therein. I remember all the dudes had some version of some videogame land where u had unlimited ammo or swirds or war but u could respawn infinitely. The girls had some version of Paris or New York where everything was a store or whatnot, truly the basic shit u expect from 13 year olds who have yet to develop a personality. Which is why i was kind of shy about talkin about my fkn Island in the middle of the Pacific that was just an Ecological Paradise. No war, no violence, no guns or weapons allowed and everything was. Green. It was called Baigca bcuz my fav animals were Bat Iguana and Cat in ascending order and i thought it sounded cool. The whole island was shaped like a Cat, the whiskers were mountain ranges extending out to sea, the nose was made fom a triangular river that flowed out to sea with the Capital City in the center. Gasoline wasn't allowed so we started our own airline with fully electric planes workin from Solar Power to bring in tourists and everything was built around the Environment and with nature always in mind. Despite how fkn lame it was at the time, lookin back in it now am rly proud of that whole project cuz they said do whatever and i said OK n made a Utopia. I seriously overthought EVERYTHING and included everything important to me in the country while never allowing for human colonization of more than like 40% of the island. The rest was wilderness specifically left there for the fauna and even the cities has no asphalt and very limited permissions for clearing trees for development. It was super cool but kinda got looked at weird for being the only 13 yo in the room with that concept in mind lol

32. do you have any strange interests? Honestly I feel like alll my interests are weird ngl im embarrassed by everything about me lmao. Linguistics as a concept and in general, sociology, interspecies relationships in the wild and with humans, the entire Mesozoic Era, phylogenetics, truly a myriad of overly specific topics i know way too much about

Thanks so much for askin! This brought out some memories lmao

#Asks

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zingaplanet · 2 years ago

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Oh sweet! I love random asks game! ❤️ tx for this mutuaaaaaaaaall 🔥 hopefully I have some spicy stories to tell 💅

1. Hmm I'm still figuring it out! I def def think everyone should be called by a pronoun they identified with the most, it's just that I haven't really figured that one out yet 😉 ask me in a couple of years n maybe i'll know!

2. 23 (ik don't hate on me I'm not a Gen Z don't worry, I wasn't born as a crawling ipad baby and I def def didn't miss out on the backstreet boys era 🤌)

3. Ppl really say interesting shits for their fav colour but I actually just don't have one lol. I've been trying to figure this out for 3/4 of my life and I simply give up. SOME PPL JUST DON'T HAVE A PERSONAL IDENTITY OK 😭😭 lol but I think the reason for this is because I love creating art a lot (🎨!) and that means I love colour combinations! I like when colours mish mash n do wicked jiggly stuffs n not just be.. i dunno... GREEN. Isn't that boring? I mean LOOK AT THE POTENTIAL YOU COULD'VE BECOME

4. Ok lol look at hyperactive me answering questions that haven't been asked yet so yes I LOVE ART!! ❤️ Love all kinds of art, that means I draw, paint, make music, write poetries and whacky angsty heartbreakingly cliched short stories. I can also be found making music/wandering round the impressionism section in galleries very very creepily at around 9pm.

5. The golden child. Da boy. Da son of the sun. The- ok. You get what i mean right?

I actually like Rafa for a very personal reason because his work ethic and general outlook on life helped me get through one of the toughest, depression periods of my life around the same time he was also struggling the most in his form during his career (2015). He kept on getting up, kept on running, and won that bloody french open and that was the first time I actually thought you know what? Let's keep on going, let's keep on hoping, you'll never know!

6. I think my mutuals would know this haha. I'n the least judgmental person in the world and I honestly think ppl disliking someone just because of their 'vibe' or their habitual attitudes are just lame. That said I'm not a big fan of Djokovic. I tried so hard to respect and like him tho cause I genuinely believed some of the shits he received were just childish. But then I did my research on the war in Bosnia and the srebrenica massacre and his stance on that and just nope. Can't be bothered to care bout a pro-war crime activist lol.

7. I did! In high school I was ok enough to be able to play a bit of rally. I was absolutely and utterly shit in serving tho. I hit my coach in the face multiple times lol.

8. Ooh I have loads! I like Tarantino and Guy Ritchie movies and I realise this might say smth about my personality lol. But one of my favourite of all time is Rush (yes yes that Ron Howard movie of f1). I just loveeee real-life based historical movies. And you fedal fans will get an absolute kick out of it, rivalries and contrary human relations just fascinate the hell out of me n I know shits about f1. Trust me. Give it a try!

9. Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks...

10. Ah I look like the geekiest geek of geeks (trust me on this) but I actually used to play in a rock band lol I play pretty good bass/electric guitar 🤘

11. Ah. Interpersonal communication. I just. Need. To. Stop. Being. Horribly. Awkward. In. Social. Situations. Please. Thanks.

12. I'd like to retrace the full length of the ancient silk road! I'm a history geek lol. I'd say my dream is to backpack from around Asia Minor (Greece/Turkey) through central Asia all the way up to Nepal-Tibet-India ending up at its root in China and just to immerse myself in thousands of years of history, language, culture, architecture, and food! (Did you know that the reason we have so many dumpling-like dish across this region is due to the silk road??!)

I mean look at this gem from Samarkand in Uzbekistan

But yea prob might never happen anytime soon unless somebody wanna crowdfund me 🥺

13. Speeaaaking of dumplings.....

14. I'm a tropical peep lol I love my coconuts ❤️ I'd say alcohol-wise can never go wrong with a Piña Colada...

AND GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN!

15. Ah see I pulled a one 180. Funny story I used to do archicture. But in archi school I also used to do my friend's paper (she was an international relations major) and started getting her rlly2 good grades and I thought hey wait a minute I could literally NOT DO IT FOR FREE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?? So yea I'm an International Relations major! I did my masters specialising in Conflict Studies/International Security (all those icky2 war stuffs!)

16. Can't think of one cause NOTHING THAT BRINGS U PLEASURE SHOULD EVER BE SHAMED. AMEN.

Eat that chocolate. Watch that porn. Do ur thing lol.

17. Ah I really2 want to see the Macchu Pichu! I've been wanting to do the Inca trail across the Andes since forever and you know what I might actually just do it next year (while i still have the legs and the will!)

So wish me luck!!! Peru here I comee ❤️ (if the cost of living crisis doesn't kill my savings tho lol)

18. I'VE MET THE QUEEN, THE ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE EMMINENCE, and by that I mean...

The true queen, the one and only Dame Judi Dench ofc. She was walking past Covent Garden in London with a MASSIVE white fur coat and 2 aides holding her arms at both sides believe me mutuals I couldn't make this shit up even if I tried I'm not that creative lol. I think she just came out of a movie premiere or summat, we saw her when we came out of the theatre. My god was she majestic 👑👑.

19. I am very very ashamed to say this as I think this disproves my non gen z point very strongly but what can I say hey Tom Felton and Emma Watson were my bisexual awakening lol.

20. I love my job now! I'm an international political researcher/analyst/consultant-ish? (Not even really sure what my job title actually is lol) and it basically means when shit blows up (LIKE WHEN SOMEBODY DECIDED TO START A GODDAMN WAR IN THE MIDDLE OF A GLOBAL PANDEMIC for instance) my job gets really2 interesting but also really2 chaotic and tiring! But i mean if i could have a restart... i'd like to be a beatle please...

21. My field comes with a very shitty-ly high treshold of language reqs sadly 🥲 so apart from my own mother tongue I can sort of speak French and Spanish. I can understand dutch but not really speak it (ik when ppl are talkin shit about me!).

But whether I speak english at all mutuals...

Now THAT is the question!

P.s. this is def the longest, most unnecessary ask answer u'll ever get lol i just can't keep my j-stor tendencies out of all my post SORRY S! (TX FOR THE TAG THO)

Tennisblr Tag

I think everyone is bored during the off season, so let’s play a “getting to know you” tag game! Answer any or all questions that you feel like.

Tagging: @zingaplanet, @a-swiss-and-a-spaniard, @janerurlife, @bluskype, @tam-is-blogging, @tennisdyke,

1. What are your pronouns?

2. How old are you?

3. Favorite color(s)?

4. How do you like to spend your free time?

5. Who is your favorite tennis player and why?

6. Who is your least favorite tennis player and why?

7. Do you play tennis?

8. What’s your favorite movie?

9. What’s your favorite TV show?

10. Do you have any hidden talents?

11. If you could acquire a new talent, what would it be?

12. What’s a life goal that you’d like to achieve one day?

13. What‘s your favorite food?

14. What’s your favorite drink?

15. What are you planning to go to school for? (Or what did you go to school for?)

16. Do you have a guilty pleasure?

17. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

18. Have you ever met someone famous?

19. What was the first fandom you ever joined?

20. If you could choose any career to have, what would it be?

21. What languages do you speak?

#ok mutuals i have unintentionally I SWEAR j-stor'ed this again haven't i #apologies but i promise i have cute gifs #if u make it to the end i am so impressed!!#asks give me asks i love asks! ❤️#asks #tennis #fedal #sports

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butter-dragon · 7 years ago

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All the numbers that you haven't done yet ^^

I’m just gonna answer all of them XD Love you Buttercup and love you too Anons Don’t be jelly Butercup!!

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

~ Open! I get scared easily at night so I feel a demon with come XD Weird but I feel that way.

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

~ No but I wish I did :/ They are so cute!

(3) Can You Whistle?

~ I can whistle like Jungkook in DNA!! I’m exaggerating but yes I can :)

Ahhhh look at how cute sexy he is! *q*

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

~ I don’t even remember XD Hold on! *Goes on Spotify* It was apparently “Echame La Culpa” by Luis Fonsi ft Demi Lovato. It’s a pretty good song :)

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

~ It’s Blue Pink

(6) Relationship Status.

I’m in a relationship with Yoosung, Saeyoung, Jaehee, Giles, Alyn, Sid, Yukimura, Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Kennyo, Kenshin, Mitsunari, and Shingen single.

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

~ It’s currently 44 degrees Fahrenheit.

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

~ No I woke up late. :(

(9) How Many Followers?

~ Probably 2 XD I don’t check hold on. *Checks*

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How?!!!!! Wtf!!!!!!!!!! There are currently 173 of you! Omg holy shiz! Thank you so much!!! I love you all!

(10) Zodiac Sign.

~I’m a … Leo

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

~Hazel :) They aren’t as beautiful as hers but I do love my eye color

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

~ Nope

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

~ Omg no XD My dad does

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

~ Angela’s Ashes in school XD

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

~ Argh hold on.. Somuchwork….

“bronze in my cheeks to set off my cheekbones, and my lips are painted a rich,”

That was from a book called “Zodiac” from Romina Russell..I haven’t even read it omg I feel so bad.

(16) Favourite Anime?

~ That I actually completed uhmmm…Assassination Classroom! Omg! It’s so good!! I stayed up till midnight to finish it and I cried a river at the finale and I never cry T_T

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

~ I hate crying! I feel so damn embarrassed Uhmm…Either my mom or my bestie Gaby

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

~ Money

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

~ Rice and Chicken nosy

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

~ You mean do I shimmy in my seat? Then no.

(21) Favourite Animal?

~ Inuyasha

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

~ I’ll watch some parts but not completely.

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

~ Weekdays- 11:30 pm

Weekends- 12-1 am

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

~ You clearly don’t know me. I dislike wearing make up because my face feels heavy and itchy. That and I feel like I look bad.

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

~ Bro I can’t swim

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

@princessofwysteria :)

@adralockhart and @lasravs

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

~ Bottled please!

(28) What Makes You Happy?

Food. Buttercup and Baedrea

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

~ Don’t tell my teachers but….I don’t study

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

~ Inuyasha

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

~ Vomit Green

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

~PlayStation

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

~ Bro I told you I can’t swim!

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

~ More than I believe in myself

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

~ Grey

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

~ Yes ;) Why did I put a winky face…?

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

~ S A V E T H A T M O N E Y !

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

~ My sweater Buy me the sweater she has please

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

~ @lasravs ;)

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

~ No I’m scared

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

~ …..Yeah that’s one of my flaws

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

~ Ahem…No

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

~ Yeah :D

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

~ Instructions Not Included ;-;

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

~ Sunflower Seeds

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

~ B T S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D LOOK AT MY BABIES

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

~ Very

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

~ Omg nothing can wake me up

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

~ No I adore it!

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

~ Yes!

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

~ Noooo…Too loud Shhh….

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

~ Neither that’s alot of work just like this am I almost done?!

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

~ A Year Without Rain by Selena Gomez And The Scene

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

~ Fall

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now?

~ Suga

Sleep

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

~ No man that’s mad work

(58) What Is Your Gender?

~ Female

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

~ Ice Coffee

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

~ I have to do notes for English

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

~….

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

~ Nah

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

~ Uh…Pikachu :)

(64) Favorite Social Media?

~Duh Tumblr

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

~Eh..

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

~Yeah at school

(67) Are You A Virgin?

~ Like Jane

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

~ The bathroom is so far away…

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

~ Crappy Motel Room. I’d feel safer there than my car

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

~ I live with them XD

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

~ The one with the cute guy in it.

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

~ I’m Yoosung! I’ve never dated

(73) What Is Your Favorite Quote Right Now?

~ “I’m tired” by me

(74) What Eye Color Do You Find Sexiest?

~ Blue and Green

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

~ I get hyped af!! :D

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

~ A fortune cookie

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

~ Candy Crush

Sonic Forces

Midnight Ciderella

My Forged Wedding

Mystic Messenger

Ikemen Sengoku

Episode

Lame ik

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

~Yeah because my hommie need to live

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

~ I’ve been on it for longer

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

~ That’s my job

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

~ No eww

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

~ I don’t

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

~ I ANSWERED THIS!

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

~ Eat, Blink, and think of Min Yoongi

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

~ PJ’s

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

~ None.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

~ Night

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

~ On my PS4 - Final Fantasy XV and Life Is Strange

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

~ Someone kidnapped my daughter I had with Nobunaga and I cried a river and he would try yo calm me down. He later suggested that we have another kid to fill in the hole in my heart and I got mad at him. I had that dream last night XD Might write a fic about it

(90) Favorite Soda Drink?

~ Pepsi :)

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favorite?

~ Min Yoongi rapping

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

~ Sweats

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

~ With my tired eyes

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

~ Min Yoongi

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

~I don’t want any but if i had to say it would be the crescent moon and the stars on my hip

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

~The Ace Family

Omg thank goodness I’m done!! My whole body hurts and my laptop is dying! Thank you for the asks!! :)

#thank you for the ask!#this was long as hell #I’m glad it’s done #anon ask #lasravs ask #ask me

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the second longest fic (i think??) i have (so far) that actually doesnt have a title

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i still didnt even reread it to check for typos :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Tw: lots of dirty jokes, not smut but there's a kissy kiss, don't read if you plan on sleeping ;p jk it's not too too bad but it could be considered a little creepy so don't sue me if you're reading this at 3 am in a forest and now you're terrified also this is unedited bc wow that's long

AND YES IK THE TITLES LAME AF I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT XD

Srry about the random A/Ns I threw in I couldn't help it lmao

Magical AU kind of thing you'll like it trust meh

Wc: (this is a longen') 6.7k :0

Once Upon A Time...

Dan sighed as he looked out the window of the wooden carriage. He really hated traveling. Really really hated it. The blur of the dark silhouettes of trees filled his vision and the chill of winter hit his face as the carriage tugged into the night.

Dan, or Prince Daniel James Howell of Turntima as he was formally addressed, was on his way to the kingdom of Troi to have a meeting with its king, King Austial in regards to his eldest daughter's hand in marriage. It wasn't for love, it wasn't even Dan's idea. No, it was planned even before he was born, an arranged marriage. Marriage was just a contact, a treaty of peace. It meant nothing more. Maybe that was why Dan wasn't very opposed to the idea of marriage, because he was convinced it meant nothing.

The carriage stopped abruptly. What? No, this wasn't Troi, they weren't even close, Dan knew that much. He could of sworn he saw something deep in the forest move, a quick flash of something lanky and dark. Well that wasn't good, and now Dan was suddenly aware of a deep aching fear in the pit of the stomach, he felt like he was being watched. "What's happening?" Dan asked the driver. It was just he and the driver, it was a rare occasion where Dan was unguarded, which wasn't very bright he supposed as bandits were known to roam the woods they had to travel.

The horses screeched as if in fear. "I have no clue, the horses just stopped, Your Highness," The driver replied. In a spilt second though, the movement caught Dan's eye again, but now his suspicion of something there was confirmed. One minute they were alone and only the unmarked snow and dark trees surrounded them, but then, a second later, dark creatures with lanky limbs appeared.

They had beady blood red eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness and claw like fingers attacked to the ends of the limbs. Their mouths were just pits in their faces with sharp and thorn like teeth lacing the inside. A sudden chilly breeze swept over the carriage and the torches that once lit the carriage blew out swiftly.

Dan wanted to scream, wanted to cry for help, but a lump in his throat prevented the cries from escaping. He wished he could see, he was terrified. He knew monsters like this existed, but he hadn't read up on them much, never expecting to be in a situation where the information would be important, much less crucial for his survival.

Sharp cries of pain from the horses filled the air as the creatures devoured their flesh and Dan was suddenly glad he couldn't see what they were doing, for he knew what he saw would fill his nightmares. Even the cries they let out would scar him, that is if he lived through this to dream another night.

The monsters ate fast though and next came the driver, and this was more terrifying to Dan because it was another human. Of course Dan had some compassion for the horses, but knowing that the creatures had a taste for human, that wasn't good. The creatures ripped off the door to the carriage and the crunching of the man's bones filled the air soon and the iron sent of blood filled Dan's nose. The cries for help. The hopelessness Dan felt, the way he knew this was soon to be his dark fate.

Wasn't it kind of romantic in a way? Knowing your embedding doom lay ahead so soon? You spend your whole life worrying about it, but when it's right in front of you how are you to feel? You know it's coming, but does that offer any relief? Or does it provide terror? Both?

Dan couldn't even distinguish his emotions before the creatures turned their blood thirsty attention to Dan. Their eyes sort of glowed in a way, illuminating their faces with a red light. Their claws were stained with blood and flesh remained stuck in their teeth. The growling noises they made, deep and spine chilling.

A howl from a wolf in the distance. Dan's body shook, he couldn't move though. Claws gripped has shoulders and he was ripped out from the carriage and slammed into the snowy ground. He faintly saw the outline of lots of splotches and three larger pools of blood. He felt bile rise in his throat, thats what he fate was. A pool of crimson staining pure, crisp white snow.

The creatures looked down at him and his heart felt like it was going to explode with how fast it was beating, slamming into his rib cage. He shut his eyes tightly and thought he would never open them again. This was the end. This was death. The snarl of a wolf. What? Why did that sound so close? Ripping, tearing, screaming. Dan's body burned with the contact as the creatures clawed at him.

"Serelia! Don't just stand there! Make your stupid mangy mutt do something!" The voice of a male called. That wasn't one of the creatures though, no, that was a human. The voice was warm and almost made Dan feel peaceful despite the fact that he was bleeding to death. Sleep sounded very good... wow Dan was tired.

"She's not a mutt!" A woman's voice. "Anyway, Rix is already on it," shortly after those words were spoken, a sound, almost like twigs snapping, was heard. Suddenly no more claws raked at Dan. He felt someone drag him away from the carriage and he was pushed onto his feet.

"Alright, you gotta work with me here, try to walk, yeah?" The male's voice. Dan nodded his head weakly. He opened his eyes and was greeted by raven hair and icy blue eyes. Dan tried his best, but his legs weren't cooperating very well. His eyes shut again.

"He's half dead," The woman's voice spoke, didn't the male call her 'Serelia'? "That's no good, what are we going to do with a half dead prince?"

"Shut up and help me out," The male's voice snapped. "He's heavy." Were these people bandits? Were they going to kill Dan? No, they saved Dan. Whatever it was they were going to do with Dan, it wasn't kill him.

"Aye aye, captain," Serelia said. He felt another arm wrap around him. "Try not to bleed on me too much, you hear? Blood isn't my favorite thing to scrub at."

"Shut up," The male hissed. Dan didn't think he really liked the Serelia girl, she wasn't very nice. Then again, Dan could hardly form a coherent though. "What about your little puppy dog?" The man asked.

"She'll follow, she knows her way around, anyway even if she doesn't follow I'm not too hard to find with her," She answered. "Now follow my lead, I know somehow who could probably save this royal pain in the ass." Dan didn't hear what the male had to say to that because he drifted off, unconscious.

---

When Dan woke up he was laying on something very soft. He didn't open his eyes though, he just laid there. Suddenly a conversation filled his ears and he couldn't help but to eavesdrop.

"Serelia, isn't it nice to see you," an unfamiliar voice spoke.

"Skip the small talk, Litzu. Just take care of the boy and we'll be on our way," that was Serelia's voice, Dan knew that much.

"Eh, I don't feel like it," The woman Serelia called Litzu said. Dan didn't like this lady either. "Motivate me."

"He's bleeding to death for fucks sake! I don't care what past you too need to work out, do it on your own time, right now this guy is dying!" The male from earlier yelled. Dan thought he liked this guy, he seemed the nicest. Also, he didn't seem like he wanted to kill Dan, which was definitely a plus.

"It wouldn't be the first dead body Serelia had to dump," Litzu growled. The wolf from earlier made some kind of a growling sound as well, probably against Litzu and pro Serelia, if Dan had to guess.

"He's a prince," Serelia's voice was rough and laced with anger. "I'm sure everyone would be glad to have him back, maybe a monetary reward would be involved. Is that enough to motivate you to heal him?" The wolf was still growling.

"Ah, you know me so well, love," Litzu purred. Dan slipped back into darkness after hearing this though.

---

Dan awoke for the second time to the warm smells of ginger and rosemary. His muscles ached and he was very sore, but other than that, at least he wasn't dead. His eyes fluttered open to see a blurry pair of icy blue eyes looking down at him. He blinked his vision into focus and the person leaning over him pulled back.

"He's awake," The makes voice spoke.

"G'Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Serelia's voice purred. It came from a woman in a sold black dress with a deep purple hood on her torso, it was laced in the front with black sting, a bow tied it off at the top so it didn't fall off. Her raven hair was amazingly long and tied in a side ribbon so it fell down her right side. She had large pale grey eyes that resembled the moon itself. Her thin pale face showed no emotion.

The male with icy blue eyes stood next to her, his arms crossed in front of his chest, but a soft smile on his soft pink lips. There were bags under his eyes, one of those eyes was half covered with jet black raven fringe, in the same fashion as Dan's though his hair was a chestnut brown color and facing the other direction. He wore a brown jacket over a pale blue (and very stained) button up, black jeans, and black boots.

The other person, whom Dan assumed was Litzu, was shorter than the male by a least six inches but taller than Serelia by a two or three inches. She had short blonde hair the barely reached her shoulders and eyes that lacked color so much they were pretty much white that was tinted green. She wore a white dress that was pretty much summer attire, which slightly confused Dan as it was winter, but he wasn't about to question someone that very well might of just saved his life.

Dan sat up slowly and stretched his arms, wincing slightly as he did so. He opened his eyes again and blinked a few times. "Thanks," Dan said, "for saving me, I mean." He elaborated.

"Don't thank me, this brat made me do it, I wanted to watch you die slowly," Serelia confessed, slapping the male on the back. Dan then notice the wolf with pale grey fur and bright blue eyes sitting at her feet who seemed to hum in agreement. "The name's Serelia by the way."

"Don't worry about her, she's just still grumpy because she got locked up in a dungeon for two years," The male said, smirking. "M'names Phil,"

"I'm Litzu and I'm the actual reason you're still alive," Litzu piped up. Serelia rolled her eyes and the wolf scoffed. Phil slapped Serelia on the arm.

"Uh, right, okay then," Dan crossed his legs and didn't take his eyes off of the wolf. "What's up with the dog?" He finally said.

"Rix is not a dog!" Serelia yelped.

"Oh no, now you've got her started," Phil facepalmed. Dan was confused, what did he do? He just asked about the dog.

"She's a fimilar, first of all, second, she's a wolf," She hissed. The wolf made a noise Dan assumed was in agreement to what Serelia said. "Also, she's that one that actually saved you."

"Okay so maybe it was a team effort," Litzu said. "But I was a big part of it."

"Well Rix saved him before you!"

"He wouldn't be alive right now without my herbs!"

"Well Rix saved him first still!"

"Stop arguing!" Phil yelled, cutting them off. "You sound like two five year olds arguing over who'll get the last cookie!" Dan couldn't help but smile at that, he found it amusing. He also noted that to some degree two fairly attractive girls were fighting over him.

Dan looked around the cabin he was in as the three continued their little argument. There was a little kitchen area with a table and two chairs, some counter space, cabinets, and a wood burning stove, no sink or icebox though (which made sense Dan guessed because they were in the middle of the forest, where would the electricity and water come from?) there was a sofa, a coffee table, a stack of wood which Dan assumed was for the stove, and then the bed Dan was laying on. (There was also two backpacks sat next to the door but those looked out of place and Dan assumed they belonged to Serelia and Phil)

Dan looked down at himself. His button up shirt was torn and stained to the point of no repair. However, his jeans seemed to be rather intact, which was good. His chest and arms were pretty beat up, lots of scratches, a particular one across Dan's stomach was the most concerning to Dan, but it seemed pretty manageable. There was some weird herb mix rubbed on Dan's wounds, it was very potent and almost overwhelming, but if it was healing him Dan had noting against it.

"Earth to princey boy," Serelia's voice broke into Dan's thoughts. He looked up to see all three of them looking at Dan expectingly. Had someone been talking to him?

"Uh, what?" Dan asked. Phil laughed a little but had the decency to cover it up with a fake cough when he saw no one else thought it was funny.

"I repeat, where were you going all fancied up?" Serelia said, glaring at Dan, looking very annoyed and unamused.

"Oh uh, Troi, fiancé stuff," Dan replied vaguely. "Also it's kind of late for this but I should probably tell you my name, er, if you don't know..?"

"Prince Daniel Howell, of course we know," Serelia rolled her eyes as she said his name. "Anyway, more important matters, fiancé?"

"Oh, heh right, yeah, I'm kind of famous," Dan muttered. "You'd think I'd remember that."

"The guy has bloody dementia I swear," Serelia hissed. "Fiancé. Talk."

"Oh right!" Dan yelped. Phil cough laughed again but Dan ignored it. "Yeah, sorry. Anyway yeah we were going to settle official business and my hand in marriage was to be offered to King Austial's eldest daughter, what was her name again? Melissa?"

"Melanie," Phil coughed as if to make it subtle. "Oh wow looks like I have a cold, lots of coughing."

"Oh yes it's suddenly come to me, her name is Melanie," Dan said, trying to hide his smile.

"You're going to marry a girl you don't even kn-what?" Litzu stuttered. Dan laughed a little. "What's so funny?"

"It's not for love, royal marriages never are, why do you think they're so many royal affairs?" He asked rhetorically. Litzu seemed to ponder this for a moment.

"Well what if you like, fall in love with her?" She suggested. Dan couldn't hide his laugh that time, it was too funny and ironic.

"That won't happen," He said bluntly after he'd stopped laughing long enough to get a word in.

"Well why not? Don't be rude I'm sure she's really nice and-" Dan cut Litzu off.

"Because I'm gay, I don't like girls." He told her. Her cheeks flushed and Phil didn't cover his laughter with a cough that time, he doubled over laughing.

"It's not funny!" She squeaked. Dan joined Phil in laughing because the whole thing was very ironic and Dan couldn't help but be amused at it.

"Sorry to break this up, but am I the only one concerned with us actually having to do something with Danny Boy here?" Serelia said, placing a hand on her hip and glaring at everyone in turn. Her wolf had abandoned the ground and now laid curled up in the corner, asleep.

"What do you mean?" Phil asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Well he has to get to Troi eventually and we're gonna help, yeah?" Serelia said. Phil nodded in agreement. "Well then we need to talk plans."

"I volunteer we go when it's daylight and they're no walking monster tree demons," Dan spoke. Serelia shook her head.

"They're still there in the daylight and were even more at risk when the suns up," she told him. Dan raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"I don't get why," He stated.

"I'll explain," Phil volunteered. "Serelia has moon magic, her and her little wolf friend are pretty much useless at day time,"

"I am not! I just don't do as well as I do at night is all," she said.

"No, you're useless," Litzu agreed with Phil.

"Wait, 'moon magic'? That sounds anticlimactic," Dan exclaimed.

"It's is, its very very lame," Litzu declared. "I'm not just saying that because I hate Serelia either. Her magic is just really dumb.

"Rude~," Serelia sung.

"Serelia can control living things and set up magic barriers, but only when the moon is out," Phil explained. "She also has a weird thing where she can talk to wolves."

"Ah, coolio," Dan replied, looking at Serelia. She didn't seem all that special, despite the fact that she looked pretty scary with her weird eye color.

"'Coolio'?" Phil eyed Dan, looking confused and slightly like he was judging Dan.

"What?" He asked. Phil shook his head and held his hands up.

"Nothin', you do you, boo," Phil said.

"Flirt on your own time guys!" Serelia snapped. Dan rolled his eyes but directed his attention from Phil back to Serelia. "Okay, so we need to get travel at night, any objections?"

"Nope," Dan said.

"No," Phil agreed.

"Hey who made you the leader?!" Litzu whined. Dan glared at her but said nothing.

"I'm the leader, any objections?" Serelia asked.

"Nope," Dan said.

"No," Phil agreed again.

"Democracy is messed up," Litzu muttered under her breath. Dan caught Phil's eye to see they were shining with amusement and it looked like he was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

The wolf sleeping in the corner sneezed and it made Dan jump. He blushed and crawled out of the bed. "Wow, our fearless prince, jumping at a little puppy sneeze," Phil teased.

"Shut up," Dan stood next to Phil and stretched again. He whined slightly at the pain, but it wasn't all that bad. "At least I finally got out of bed."

"True, true," Phil agreed. "I'll try not to sneeze and scare you." Dan slapped him on the arm.

"Are you guys always like this to royals?" He asked rhetorically. Dan wasn't really complaining, the lighthearted conversation and occasional joke were fine by Dan, but they were uncommon and Dan wasn't quite used to it. Most people acted like they had a stick shoved up their buts when they talked to Dan, he never just had a relaxed conversation with them.

"Yeah, we have no morals," Phil smiled and Dan was glad that Phil didn't take offense to his lame little joke.

"This isn't going to work if you guys are going to abandon all strategy talk to flirt every three minutes," Serelia snapped. "Keep in mind little Philly, Dan's practically married."

"Don't put it like that," Dan winced, cringing a little at Serelia's wording. It wasn't a lie, but it still made Dan a little uncomfortable. He wasn't married, or even engaged, yet. He was still technically a free man, even if it was only for a little while. Phil was kind of cute and all, but there was no way Dan could or would pursue a relationship with the man. Unless Phil was okay with having an affair... no, Dan couldn't do that, no matter how cute the boy was. He couldn't bring someone into that mess just for his own gain.

"We weren't flirting," Phil whined. Yeah, Phil really had a one track mind, Dan realized. He didn't even seem to care about the married thing. It was pretty true though, he was pretty much married. He wasn't flirting with Phil, intentionally, but he couldn't help if the boy was kind of attractive and maybe Dan's mind was sort of caught up on that a little. There wasn't anything wrong with it, but Dan couldn't be in a relationship with Phil.

Serelia rolled her eyes but continued to talk about how they were going to get to Troi, "So we need to continue to head north until the break in the trees, then comes the river, we probably don't have to worry about that and we have our little ticket right here," she nodded towards Dan who took a fake bow, not amusing anyone but Phil who covered his laugh with a cough. "Once we get there, Phil, Litzu, and I will get our reward and then we'll be on our way."

"That's a stupid plan," Litzu said. "What if they through us in the dungeon because they think we hurt princey boy here?" She asked, wrapping an arm around Dan's shoulders. Dan saw Phil shift in the corner of his vision but didn't pay much attention.

"They won't do that," Dan pipped, "not without reason, unless one of you is a convicted criminal?" It was more of a question than an explanation.

"Okay change of plans," Serelia said. "Phil will take Dan to the castle and I'll stay as far away from that glorified hole in the ground of torture as possible."

"Umm... yeah okay," Phil didn't really look like he was listening, he was starring at where Litzu had her arm on Dan. Why was he doing that? There had to be a reason, right? Jealousy was the only reason to come to Dan's mind. No, Dan scolded himself, he needed to get the idea of he and Phil being anything out of his head.

"Okay, um, Litzu, you can let go of me now," Dan said awkwardly, trying to wiggle out of her grasp. The realization that Phil was starring at them because of something like that made Dan uncomfortable. He didn't want Phil's gaze on him anymore, it was making him self conscious for no reason.

"Fine~," She sung. She didn't just let go of Dan like a normal person would of though, no. Instead, she pushed him into Phil, who let out a squeak as Dan slammed into him. They landed on the ground with a thud. Dan's face flushed as he noticed he was practically sitting on Phil. Then he realized that for some reason, Phil had his on Dan's hips. Okay, that was worse. (A/N don ac li u dun lik it danyul) Okay, maybe it was better. (A/N buttr&u bttr thank me l8r bc u luved it)

"Uh-I-um... sorry, are you okay?" Dan asked sheepishly. Phil smiled up at him and when he finally spoke amusement laced his voice.

"Oh wow Dan at least buy me dinner first," Phil teased, or was that flirting? No, it was teasing right? Just a joke. Then he winked. Dan might of had a heart attack just then.

"Uh-I-I'll get up," Dan squeaked. Phil nodded and took his hands off of Dan's waist. Dan got off of Phil and offered his hand to help Phil up, who gladly accepted.

"Litzu! We're trying to get them to stop trying to get in each other's pants, that's not how you get them to stop, idiot!" Serelia chided, slapping Litzu on the arm. Dan adjusted his hair, hands fidgeting for something to do.

"We're not-never mind I forgot to care," Phil said, rolling his eyes. Dan nodded his head in agreement though his face was still warm with embarrassment.

"So, on to more important matters," Serelia started. "We should rest today and then set out tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah," Dan and Phil said in unison. (A/N haha they're so married, NERDS)

"Sure," Litzu agreed for once. "Daniel, I'll give you some herbs to help you sleep. Come," she gestured with her hand for Dan to follow her and walked off. Dan eyed Phil like 'should I go or..?' Phil shrugged, so Dan decided to go. What's the worst that could happen? Okay, maybe there were some bad things that could happen, like homicide, or genocide. Maybe omnicide, which really wouldn't be all that bad if you thought about it, humans were terrible.

"Okay, so, where are we goin'?" Dan asked, trying to look and act casual. His breath kind of hitched in his throat a little, where was this weird healing lady taking him? What if she killed him? Or raped him? Okay, that was a bit much, Dan doubted that she would rape him.

"Shut up and wrap a blanket around yourself," she ordered. "We're going outside." Wow okay she was very very dominant, the rape thing was starting to sound more and more realistic. Dan obliged and walked over to grab a blanket. He mouthed "save me" to Phil as he did so, who just giggled and waved 'goodbye' to Dan. Dan rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed, but ended up just smiling in amusement.

"Stop flirting," Serelia growled. Dan rolled his eyes again, but his smile was gone. He disliked Serelia more and more the more she did these things. He heard the growl of her wolf as if it was agreeing with its master. Dan wrapped it around him, painfully aware of the fact that everyone was starring at him.

Serelia started a conversation with Phil as Dan walked away, but Dan was aware that Phil never took his eyes off of Dan as he walked away. He would of made a little show of over exaggerating his hip movements, but he was trying to not flit with Phil. He didn't really want to either, well, maybe a little. He still didn't wave his hips though because if Serelia saw him she might make her wolf eat him. It was a stupid thought but Dan wouldn't put it past the woman, she seemed to really dislike Dan. A dark thought flew into Dan's brain. What if Serelia was... jealous? No, Dan didn't have time to overthink Serelia being a brat, it was probably just her personality anyway.

"Earth to Daniel," Litzu's voice shook Dan from his thoughts. Was she talking to Dan? Oh no, how much had she said?

"Er, what?" Dan stuttered. Litzu rolled her eyes and grabbed Dan's hand, pulling him out the already opened door. Uh, when did she open that? Dan still felt Phil's gaze as he walked out of the cabin. What was his problem? "So what do you need me for?" Dan struggled to keep his blanket on with his left hand as his right hand was kind of... in use.

"Not yet," She said, still holding Dan's hand. He wished she'd let go. He wished he could think of something other than glimmering blue eyes and dark fringe. The worst thing though was that he was starting to wish he didn't have to marry that princess. She was probably rude, she probably wasn't even remotely kind. Phil though-no. No thinking of Phil. "Get out of my head," Dan wanted to scream. He'd never felt like this before, he'd never fallen so quick. It wasn't love though, was it? No.

As a child, Dan never heard the phrase "I love you." Not to him, not exchanged between his parents, never. He knew people threw it around too much though, and he wasn't about to do that. He felt goosebumps when Phil's blue eyes met his brown ones, thinking of the boy made his heart jump into his throat, and the idea of just touching the boy made Dan's stomach knot and his cheeks burn, but it wasn't love. He didn't know that emotion and throwing it around wasn't something that excited him in the slightest. Love didn't sound... fun. The idea of you're entire life revolving around one person... that was terrifying. Relationships scared Dan even more, because love didn't hold a relationship together. Love wasn't enough, you needed more than that. What if Dan didn't have more than love? What if he didn't even have love?

A cold hand slapped Dan's face, making him jump. He realized that Litzu wasn't holding onto his hand anymore so he took the opportunity to hug his blanket closer because wow it was cold. Small flakes of frozen water drifted down from the sky, dancing to the ground slowly to join the other snow that still littered the forest floor.

"What the h-" Litzu cut him off. Ugh, he hated that. It was rude, and Dan wasn't used to being treated like that. His cheek burned from the contact and his mouth hung slightly ajar in shock.

"You need to stop thinking about Phil for five minutes to listen to me," Litzu hissed. Dan closed his mouth growled lowly in the back of is throat, but he kept his mouth shut, physically biting his tongue to keep from snapping. "That girls no good, the king's daughter, I mean."

"What do you mean?" Dan spat. He was curious, but what good was Litzu's word anyway? Dan knew little to nothing about the woman. For all he knew she was just about to kill him.

"She's just no good, she'll tear you up, that is if you make it to Troi alive," she told Dan, who was still skeptical. Dan was just about to ask another question when an arrow went flying right past his ear, hitting the tree behind him. Warmth trickled down his neck from his ear as he realized what just happened. An arrow was shot at him and it nicked his ear.

"Get down!" Someone yelled. Dan didn't though, he couldn't move. Was that Litzu that yelled that? No, it was a male's voice. It was familiar voice though, who was it?

Pressure. Pressure on Dan's chest and he fell to the ground on his back, the air escaped his lungs in a puff. Growling. Growling filled Dan's ears. Grey. Grey fur clouded Dan's vision.

Then he realized what had saved him. Serelia's familiar. He heard yelling in the distance, but it was a loud blur of sounds, all mixing together. He couldn't distinguish a single word. What was happening? The snow was cold, Dan was tired. Sleep... sleep sounded good. Dan was going to sleep.

Once again, Dan passed out.

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He woke up on the soft bed in Litzy's house, warm blankets piled on top of him. His eyes fluttered open and everything was a blur, wow those lights were bright. He blinked a few times to try and focus his vision. He felt like he had a hangover, and Dan knew what that felt like. Dan was a lightweight and got drunk on half a glass of wine, so hangovers were normal for Dan.

"Hey, Dan," A soft voice cooed. It was a nice voice, Dan liked that voice. He liked the person it belonged to as well. Dan was so focused on the voice he didn't realize that it called him 'Dan'. Not Daniel, Dan. Or that they were alone. All he cared about was how Phil was sitting next to Dan's bed and how Dan liked his voice.

"M'I like your voice," Dan slurred. He felt like he was drunk and hungover at the same time. Yeah, that was a better way to describe it. Phil laughed. "M'like your laugh too."

"Litzu said that the herbs would make you tipsy, I didn't think she meant drunk out of your mind," Phil said, smiling. Dan liked his smile too. Dan liked his eyes. Dan liked his hair. Dan liked his everything.

"Noooo, I'm not drunk," Dan whined. "Don't say that." Dan pushed the blankets off of him. "Too hot."

"I hope Serelia and Litzu get back soon I have no idea what to do with you," Phil thought out loud. Dan sat up and just looked at Phil. Just admired him. Wow, he was pretty. Very very pretty. Phil bit his lip nervously under Dan's gaze, and oh freaking wow that was hot. It took all Dan had to not attack Phil right then and kiss him. Luckily Dan had some self control, even being slightly intoxicated. Dan broke the awkward eye contact though and looked away from Phil, at the wall behind him. Get a grip Dan, he thought to himself, get some self contr- his thought was cut off as pale thin lips pressed a kiss to his mouth.

Phil.

Phil was kissing Dan.

What?

The kiss was quick and shy though so as soon as it started it stopped. Dan didn't even have a chance to think, let alone kiss back. Dan wasn't very happy with that. A little peck that he didn't even react to.

"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't of-" Dan cut Phil off but returning the kiss, but with one actually worth something. Seriously, Phil's kiss was kind of pathetic. Any normal person wouldn't be happy with that, right? It wasn't weird that Dan felt a pull, urging him to press his mouth to Phil's. Dan's eyes fluttered closed as soon and he put his lips to Phil's.

Dan put a hand on Phil's neck, pressing himself closer to the blue eyed boy. Phil didn't miss a beat and kissed back without hesitation. Did he want this just as much as Dan did? Phil set a hand on Dan's side, then he moved it to Dan's lower back. He pushed Dan closed and Dan wasn't about to complain. His senses were on fire and everything in him craved Phil, wanted him closer. The wanting was so strong it hurt. It was a hunger for Phil that was burning in his chest, tearing him to pieces. Phil's other hand sat on Dan's left side, a gentle gesture that sent chills down Dan's spine.

Someone behind Phil cleared their throat and Dan and Phil sprang away from each other, faces burning a bright crimson. Dan looked up to see Serelia standing there, purple hood sitting on her head and snow dotting her clothing and hair. Her grey eyes blazed with something Dan couldn't read and her lips were pursed. Litzu stood next to her, smiling like an idiot. The wolf was sitting at their feet, also covered in snow.

"We leave you alone for five minutes," Serelia hisses, words sharp as daggers. Litzu clapped her hands together excitedly and took a breath to speak but Serelia shot her a glare and Litzu clamped her mouth shut.

"Um-I-Wait are you two a-oh my-I'm a terrible person," Dan stumbled over his words. Did he just ruin a relationship?

"No but Serelia thinks we are," Phil's voice was stone cold, which was new to Dan. He hasn't heard Phil talk this way before, he wasn't going to lie, it was hot.

"What do you mean 'thinks'?" Dan questioned. He felt stupid all of the sudden. He didn't get the whole relationship thing. Were they together or not..?

"Oh I'm sorry, I meant wishes," Phil growled, not taking his eyes off of Serelia, who was starring at Dan, eyes unforgiving and cold.

"I do not," Serelia spat back. "I hope you two are happy together with your little royal affair." She stormed out of the cabin, wolf dead on her trial.

"It's not an affair since I'm not married yet," Dan muttered under his breath, watching Serelia as she had her little fit.

"Don't mind her," Litzu sung. "Welcome to the I-kissed-Serelia's-boy-toy-so-now-she-hates-me club!"

"Is-the-uh-um, boy toy?" Dan raised his eye brows at Phil who was now looking at Dan since Serelia left. Phil shook his head 'no' immediately, somehow understanding what Dan meant. Dan was still kind of loopy from the herbs.

"She tried pretty flippin' hard but no, no way. Never," He insisted. "M'A little gay, no girls for me thank you very much," Dan snorted a little laugh at this, he wasn't sure why but he found it funny.

"I really don't want to marry that stupid princess, whatever her name is," Phil opened his mouth as if he was going to say her name but he kept it shut and let Dan finish. "It was kind of sad, really, I just gave up. I didn't care that I was being forced to some snobby princess that I didn't love. Isn't that pathetic?"

"I wouldn't say it's pathetic," Phil said. He eyed Dan's hand like he was going to hold it, but he ended up not even giving it a second glance. Maybe he didn't care about Dan in the same way Dan did him, but Dan didn't mind. He'd gotten the guy to kiss him, that's got to be more points than getting his hand held.

"I would," Litzu piped in. Phil shot her a glare and she put her hands up in defeat. "Right, lovey dovey happily ever after fairytale moment, gotcha."

"I really don't want to marry her," Dan repeated. Phil gave him a look of sympathy. His eyes trailed back to Dan's hand but he didn't touch it. Okay, now the little looks were starting to annoy Dan. "If you don't just grab my hand right now I swear I'm going to marry that brat of a princess just so I can throw you in the dungeon."

"M'sorry you're into bondage, hm? That's good to know," Phil teased but grabbed Dan's hand nevertheless. Dan's face flushed and he slapped Phil's arm with his free hand. "BDSM too?"

"Phil!" Dan yelped sheepishly.

"Wow aren't you vocal? Also good to know," Phil continued. At this point Dan was redder than a tomato and Litzu was laughing so hard in the background Dan thought she might wet herself. Phil giggled and his tongue poked out of his mouth as he did so. Wow that was hot. "Sorry I'll stop."

"Good," Dan sighed. Phil bit his lip and and knew that it was to keep himself from making a sexual joke. Dan just rolled his eyes and Phil bit his lip harder. "Wow how dirty is your mind?"

"You don't want to know," Phil shook his head, laughing to himself. "Well if you play your cards right you might find out for yourself someday," Dan blushed deeper and hid his face in his hand. "Wow you're such a bottom."

"And you're such a pain in the ass," Dan muttered. "Don't comment on that I just got it." He said when he looked up to see Phil struggling to hold in a laugh.

"So, are you guys up for running away from royal guards for... Well the rest of your lives?" Litzu pipped up, looking out the window. "Because it looks like you might have to, well, we might have to."

Dan and Phil made eye contact and smiled a little. "I'm down, what about you?" Dan asked.

"Well I mean I'm up," Phil winked and Dan face palmed.

"Do the innuendos ever stop?" He asked, laughing a little.

"Nope," Phil's smile was from ear to ear and he looked so so happy. Dan smiled as well.

"Good,"

"That was better than any stupid marriage vows any church could of made up," Phil chirpped.

"Isn't it a big early for marriage?"

"Says the gay prince who was just about to get married to some rude princess and didn't care," Phil quipped.

"Fair enough," Dan giggled.

And they lived happily ever after, running away from guards and making inappropriate jokes.

THE END

#phanfiction #phanfic #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #i hate this too #the ending is terrible #8k words of shit

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