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dollyprincessollie · 1 year ago

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please tell us about avery pokemon i don't know much about him but you post about him a lot

HI UR ENABLING MY TENDENCIES. I LOVE MY LITTLE VIDEO GAME BOYFRIEND

but ask amd u shall receive. i will now be listing off every piece of canon information abt him i can think of. HERE GOES

Avery is a tall, skinny (but he has, and i usually dont like these words together, thick thighs) white guy with long blond hair and like. those creepy kinda icy blue eyes 👁👁

He's a psychic type trainer and minor-division gym leader!!! he's also an ACTUAL psychic, hailing from a long lineage of psychics, and has telekinetic abilities :3 however, telekinesis is the only psychic ability he has, so he's kind of the black sheep of his family

because his family thought of him as a disappointment, he developed a like. superiority complex to compensate for his simultaneous inferiority complex. he's very prideful and even would go so far as to LITERALLY LEVITATE PEOPLE if they won against him in battles. he basically covers up his feelings of inadequacy by flaunting his good qualities, though he's prone to exaggerating them as well. he literally straight up pretends to have psychic visions and literally goes "AVERY TELEPORT" when leaving the area

he initially arrived at the dojo in the isle of armor due to being kicked out of the league as a gym trainer for levitating people 💀 he was kind of an asshole at first but since mustard and honey were so nice to him, he kinda chilled out too. HOWEVER when he met the player character, his Superiority-Inferiority complex kind of came back in full swing. he saw that they were better than them and literally LIED to them to keep them away from the dojo. when they make their way to the dojo, he basically fought tooth and nail to make sure he bested them in all of the trials, going so far as to even cheat during the battle by setting up psychic terrain, giving himself an advantage 😭

after he's beaten, he basically goes tsundere mode and is like. "If Only I Was As Strong As . . . BAH FORGET IT ." and after the player beats mustard, avery like. kind of realizes that he wants to be acknowledged by them. he literally trains alone in the dam desert like "OH SLOWPOKE WE'RE REALLY IN IT NOW .... OH TO BE RECOGNIZED BY YOU-KNOW-WHO...." and from then on u can battle him every day :3

after all this, he becomes the minor-division psychic leader 🫡 hard work DOES PAY OFF

AND NOW FOR SOME MISCELLANEOUS but still canon facts

avery's final team is galarian slowbro, galarian rapidash, swoobat (she's the only girl in his team btw :3), alakazam, and galarian slowking! in the galarian star tournament, he only uses his slowbro, alakazam, and slowking :3

avery (and klara, by extension) has a chance of fighting alongside u in a raid battle on the isle of armor! idk what the exact likelihood is though but they Definitely don't show up with each one but. he still oulls up on occasion o7

in the galarian star tournament, he has special dialogue with mustard, bede, fucking SHIELBERT, marnie, and melony!

it's implied that he's afraid of dark types, considering said special dialogue with marnie is like "🥲 I Do Not Wish To Be On The Field With A Dark Type Trainer, But At Least We Are On The Same Side." becaude of this, it could ALSO be implied that he's afraid of ghost types and bug types, considering that dark, ghost, and bug are all strong against psychic types

according to the manga, he's a little weak and tires easily due to his reliance on his telekinesis

...HOWEVER, his second league card shows him.doing pushups with a whole ass galarian slowbro on his back WITHOUT telekinesis, so despite his low stamina, he can lift at least 155.4 lb

due to his speech patterns, avery seems to have a pretty keen ability to associate things with psychic types, or pokemon in general. he often incorporates different psychic type moves in his speech and talks about people (or, the player, specifically) as if they have like. pokemon natures (bold, quirky, hasty, etc.)

avery strongly values elegance and tries to conduct himself in a very gentlemanly way <3 however, he's not immune to being sassy and definitely will be snooty to someone's face

besides the psychic type uniform, avery's clothing is definitely 19th-century inspired! his hat, cravat, shoes, and socks are definitely inspired by victorian dandyism imo. even his glasses are very victorian

THIS IS ALL I HAVE FOR RIGHT NOW.... this is (almost) every piece of canon info i have abt my sweet booboo bear avery *kisses him*... i can also delve into headcanons but. i thought i would delve into the actual factual stuff

#anon #answered #pkmn #avery pokemon #f/o tag #ult cc tag #avery tag

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giggly-squiggily · 4 years ago

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Hi, big fan of your writing! Can I request Avery and Klara teaming up to tickle the Protag(s)? Thanks!

Heyo! Aww, that makes me really happy, anon! Thank you for the kind words! XD I got you covered, friend!

It seemed no matter what time of day, Klara and Avery were constantly at war with each other regarding whose type is better. Some days it was about battle advantages, others were about pokemon designs. It seemed no matter what the situation was, these two would always be at odds with one another.

Until that is, the day they teamed up.

“Are they still fighting?” Shield asked, sitting down beside his friend, a basket of fresh biscuits with him. “Yep. Buckle in, Shield, it’s gonna be a long day.” Sword reached over and took a biscuit, pulling it apart in her hands and smiling at the warm steam rising. Shield let out a soft sigh and pulled his legs up, resting his chin on his knee. He always did this when he was in thought. “What can we do? There's got to be a way we can convince them to get along.”

As Shield furrowed his brow in thought, Sword had an idea. Finishing off her biscuit, she wiped her mouth and called out. “Hey, guys. Both poison and psychic are good!” Both Avery and Klara looked over at the girl, and Sword grinned. “But neither of you can ever beat our teams!” She boasted, making Shield nearly choke on his biscuit. “S-Sword!”

Klara and Avery both shared a look of utter disbelief. The audacity of these kids! “What? You think we can’t beat you?” Klara sputtered, eyes narrowing with renewed determination. “I must say, these trainers are awfully bold to claim such a thing!” Avery agreed, turning his attention to both Sword and Shield. The latter was currently scrambling to his feet, shuffling over to Sword. “S-Sword! What are you doing? We can’t take them on right now- our pokemon are at the dojo!” Oh dear. This wasn’t part of the plan. Sword blinked, processing what Shield just told her. “Erm-Well, yes! I must retract my previous statement-”

“Oh no you don’t!” Klara declared, a new look in her eyes, one that screamed mischief. “We don’t need pokemon to show you kids who the best team is! Avery? Would you care to join me?” The pink haired gym leader grinned and turned to the blonde, who caught on rather quickly. “I suppose we can put aside our differences for a common enemy, Klara. Let’s show them the power of both poison and psychic!”

Before either trainer knew it, Sword and Shield were at the mercy of Klara and Avery. The poison gym leader charged forward, tackling Sword into the soft grass, going straight for the younger girls armpits. Sword barely had time to scream before she was sent into a fit of hysterical laughter, thrashing about under Klara’s devious nails. “GAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA! NHOHOHOOOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHHASE!” She squealed, squirming about in a vain attempt to escape Klara’s tickles. “Coochie coochie coo! Who’s the stronger trainer now, Sword!” Klara teased, laughing along with her victim.

Shield, recognizing the situation, quickly backed up, ready to make a run towards the Dojo. This proved to be impossible, as Avery snapped his fingers. Before Shield knew it, he was floating in the air. “Whoa! A-Avery please!” Shield begged, already giggling as the blonde walked over, a devious grin on his face. “Oh my, Shield. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already laughing? That must mean you want to be tickled, yes?” Avery snickered before reaching into his pockets, pulling out a pair of white gloves. “Behold, my greatest attack! The tickle gloves!” With that, he released the delicate garments, watching them float up and latch onto Shield’s sides.

“AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHHOOHOHO PLHEHEEHEHAHHAHHSE! IHHIIHIIHIHM SOHOHOHOOHARY!” Shield pleaded, squirming into a ball as the hands pressed and poked into his sides and ribs. The situation wasn’t helped when Avery walked over, adding his own hands into the mix. “EHEHHEHEHEEHHEHEHHEHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHHERE!” He squealed when the blonde pressed into his belly gently. “Hm, it seems you’re more ticklish than even me. How interesting. Prepare to laugh, Shield.”

The pair tickled the two younger trainers for a bit longer, Klara quickly shifting between Sword’s armpits and knees, while Avery simply let his floating gloves do most of the work. Finally the older trainers stopped when both Sword and Shield were flustered and teary-eyed, leaving them breathless and giggy. “Hehe..heh.” Sword gasped out, giggles escaping every breath. She raised her hand, sticking out her pinky. “T-Truce?” She asked, making Klara smile. “Truce.” They locked pinkies, and Klara helped the younger trainer up.

Avery had already lowered Shield back onto the ground when the girls walked up, gently rubbing comforting circles into Shield’s back as the younger trainer wheezed. “Well, I hope you two learned your lesson.” He said kindly, helping Shield to his feet. “That’s right! We’re the best team, and don’t you forget it!” Klara cheered, giving Sword a few quick pokes, making her jump away with a laugh. There was a rare moment of peace before Klara decided to break it.

“Now let’s get Avery!” She cheered, making the blonde panic. “W-What!? Klara! What happened to our team?” He asked, scrambling backwards as a now recovered-and vengeful, Sword and Shield approached. “Tsk, tsk, Avery.” Klara teased, taking on the role of an evil empress. “Our alliance was only temporary! Now it’s time to make you admit Poison types are better!”

Needless to say, Avery learned pretty quickly the power of poison types. Despite the shenanigans from before, the four trainers had a fun afternoon, full of lots of laughter and semi-cold biscuits. Just another good day at the Dojo.

I hope this was good! This was so much fun to make!

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druddigoon · 5 years ago

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bederia week day 2 prompt that lost steam 3/4 of the way through and ended up never being posted. gonna post as a scrap here, i guess

klara is all of us shippers

When Bede thought about the duties of being a gym leader, he never expected so much of it to be just waiting.

After the scandal with Eternatus and Rose’s arrest, the league was able to pull some strings to quell public unrest and ensure there’d be a gym challenge the next year. Mostly due to the fact that the new champion was the one to save the day, and that two major league gyms were succeeded by people who had played roles in dismantling his regime (because hey, he’ll take credit where credit is due). Now they were on the last dregs of the circuit, when most of the challengers had either advanced to gyms higher in the circuit or were picked off by lower ones.

Bede swung his legs idly against the stage. He’d received an rotom-mail stating that there were three challengers headed his way, but either they were lost in Ballonlea or decided to drop out, because he’d been here since early morning and there was no sign of anyone.

“Might as well just take the rest of the day off,” he muttered to his mawile, currently occupied with nibbling the stage equipment.

Mawile didn’t seem to be paying attention, too busy looking far off into the distance. Suddenly her larger mouth stiffened, her eyes widened, and with a cry that hurt Bede’s eardrums she hopped off the stage and ran out of the room.

Bede found himself with no choice but to follow.

She must’ve heard Gloria arrive at the gym, he thinks. They had planned to meet to train in the Tangle earlier this afternoon, but she had yet to show her face.

He pushed up the heavy double doors leading to the lobby. “About time you came, Glori—”

Wait.

That wasn’t Gloria.

His mawile (traitor) was currently munching pecha berries from a certain trainer he’d hoped to never see outside of league meetings. Her dustox was hovering overhead, shedding a trail of poisonous dust as it investigated the ceiling lights.

“This your mawile?” Klara pets the jaw pokemon, still happily chomping down on her pecha, “Super sweet little gal.”

“Yes. Mawile, you know better than to eat from strangers. Get back here.”

“Let her enjoy her treat! She must be knackered out from alllll the battles you’ve been doing at your gym.”

Bede refused to humor her. “Why are you here?”

“Aww, don’t be like that,” she spoke in a sickenly sweet voice, “Can’t a girl visit her favorite little brother?”

“For the last time, no one is forcibly adopting me.”

“No one except Opal, of course.”

“Look,” Klara said when he didn’t respond, “Minor league doesn’t have half as many duties as you guys do. We don’t have a gym to manage, we don’t have challengers to take care of, all we do is twiddle our thumbs at meetings or train for a shot next year at major! And both are soooo booooring~”

“And that is my problem because…?”

“Consider this payback for ousting my toxtricity in the tournament. You’re stuck with me, fairy boy.”

Before he can retort with I’m not afraid to high horsepower you just like i did your giant lizard, there was a loud slam coming from the entrance, door rattling on its hinges.

Gloria hobbled in out of breath, leaning heavily on the wall. She looked like she’d been through hell: face red, hair askew, and that dumb green beret she always wore nowhere to be found. “Sorry,” she managed, “league...business...took...longer than I thought.”

Did she run all the way to Ballonlea?

Bede sighed and massaged his temples. “I can’t believe you—no, don’t talk back at me, conserve your breath. There’s an empty couch right next to you. I'll go get some water.”

Gloria accepted the water sheepishly. “Sorry about this. I had an interview with a film crew right before when we planned to meet, which was just part of a documentary they were making on the history of Stow-on-Side’s monument. They just wanted my eyewitness account of what happened. Don’t worry, I didn’t go into detail about your disqualification.”

With how often he embarrassed himself in the media (and on live television, during the championship tournament) Bede doubted it would matter.

“But you know I get nervous talking in front of people. When they say it takes ‘one hour tops’, it apparently doesn’t take into account the amount of retakes I needed to do just to get a clip where I don't mumble.” She leaned over to give Mawile a pat on the head. “I was really late by then so I ended just...running. Didn’t realise until I was halfway in Glimwood Tangle that I left my bag at the filming site.”

He settled in the seat next to Gloria’s. “You shouldn’t be having these problems. Take some time for yourself, our meetings aren’t really important and can be moved to a later date. Make sure to factor for commute time and things like this.”

“Ugh, I know. Hop says I’m ‘pants with schedules’. I just...can’t decline. I’m the champion, this is part of my duty.”

Klara cleared her throat, making Bede’s ears burn. He’d completely forgotten they weren’t alone. “You didn’t offer to get me water.”

“Get it yourself,” he snapped back.

“Oh.” Gloria blinked, finally noticing Klara. “I didn’t see you there. You are…?”

“Klara.” She strode closer, extending her hand for a fistbump. “Minor league gym leader, number 881. Poison-type specialist.

“Nice you meet you, I’m—” She paused to glance at the outstretched fist in confusion. Bede bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from snickering. “I’m Gloria. I’ve been meaning to meet with the minor league leaders, actually, so it’s really nice to see you here! Beautiful dustox, by the way. Haven't seen many of its line around Galar."

If Klara took offense to Gloria's (lack of a) fistbump, it was immediately forgotten when Dustox was mentioned. She brightened. "Thanks! Got him from a breeder in Hoenn, and with the laxer species protection laws I was finally able to bring him here."

“Can I see him? Frosmoth has trouble flying in humid weather, and I’ve been wondering how something so bulky like dustox adapted to its environment—d’oh! I should probably call a corvitaxi to get my bag before someone decides to steal it. ”

“No need.” Bede fished out a pokeball and pressed it into her hands. “It’s near the mural, right? My reuniclus remembers how to teleport there. I need to handle some challengers today, so it’s best that we cancel our training. Retrieve your stuff, then go home and rest. You can return my pokemon next time we meet.”

After Gloria left, he turned back to Klara. "You should leave too. I have things to do."

"What, 'handle some challengers'? I don't need a psychic type to know you don't have any."

"I still need to close up. Leave."

“The champion visits you in your gym. For 'training', you say.” Klara rested her chin delicately on her hand. “Ah, young love.”

Bede sputtered halfway into locking the stage doors, catching his thumb in the process. "There is nothing romantic between Gloria and I! We both needed more training, and I was the best gym leader to tutor her."

"Suuuuure you are. And the Battle Tower doesn't exist." She grinned, all predator. "Let's not beat around the bush here. Champ likes you enough to make you her training partner, you care about Champ enough to fuss over her like a mother corviknight. Now, be a good brother and tell Big Sis the details."

Hissing from the pain, he fumbled around before releasing his hatterene. "Fuck you. Hattie, teleport me back to my house."

"Wait! No! Stay with me and I'll make it worth your while! I know the best tricks to woo a girl—"

Bede was gone before she could finish her sentence.

Several days later, he was walking through the streets of Hammerlocke.

There it was, a couple blocks away from the gym: a looming fortress of ebony brick and wreathed ivy with the words Hammerlocke City Vault emblazoned above wooden double doors. He’d been notified that he was to attend a private league conference in one of its side office buildings just yesterday, which was a little unusual since they usually give it at least a week prior. Bureaucracy has done worse, he supposes.

In the lobby, underneath a vivid painting of Galar’s Darkest Day (recently revised to include Zacian and Zamazenta now), sat Gloria, dozing on his reuniclus.

“Bede?” she mumbled, sitting up with a jolt when the pokemon slid out from under her to greet his trainer. “Didn’t know you had business here too.”

“Ditto to you.” Reuniclus chirruped, headbutting his shoulder. He gave him a couple rubs on its head. “Maybe we’re in the same one? Mine’s at ten in room thirty-four.”

“Huh.” Gloria tossed him his pokeball, which he caught and withdrew Reuniclus with. “Same, but...I’m meeting with my PR team, and I’m pretty sure they specifically asked for me. Are you sure yours is today?”

“Give me some credit Gloria, I’m don’t just mix up dates. Let me pull up the email...” He took out his rotom-phone, scrolled down and...yep, there it was: same date, room, and time. The invitation was formal, the same mass-email format he’d received from them a thousand times, and to check he glanced at the sender’s address and—

Sent by Klara.

Arceus fucking help him now, he was going to send his rapidash after her.

“Anything now?” Gloria prompted as Bede shut his rotom-phone with more force than necessary. He noticed she was more subdued lately, didn’t fire quips at him or engage in the back and forth banter that became the norm in their relationship.

He wanted to ask her if she was well, if she actually went home to rest like he told her to. Wanted to see the smile she wore when she played with her pokemon, back when she didn’t look like she was running herself into the ground. Bede had never been the one to concern himself over other people, but there was something he couldn’t stand about watching this quiet candle of a girl get snuffed in the panache of publicity.

“...Guess I did get the date wrong,” he lied. “Do you mind if I join your meeting? Might as well, since I cleared my entire schedule out for this damn trip.”

“Well, I’m alright with it.” She got up, and he didn’t miss the steadying hand she placed on the wall. “I don’t know about the people I’m meeting with…”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re the champion, they should follow what you decide to do.” If his past taught him anything, it was to assert himself or risk getting trampled over. By the way Gloria averted her eyes, he assumed she had not.

They walked into the conference together. When the PR team arrived, Gloria dismissed their confusion with a wave. “I brought Bede along. He won’t be part of the meeting, so just pretend he isn’t here.”

He huffed, crossing his arms, but his indignation melted away when she shot him a weak smile.

#drudwrites #bederia week #bederia #bede x gloria #klara

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klara-with-a-k · 5 years ago

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Peter pan #2

Klaras pov.:

After a while I dosed of to the sound of soothing music, It also must have been very late, and a whole night of dancing, no wonder I was going to pass out tired.

I woke up to the feeling of pressure being pushed on top of my lower body. When I opened my eyes, I saw pan over my body, covering my mouth with his hand, while using the other hand to tell to me to be quiet.

He then slowly leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Hooks awake he's on watch duty, so stay quiet and follow me." By this point my heart was racing over the roof, but I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and nodded my head.

He got off me, and gestured his hand to me, to help me up, but instead of taking it I smacked it away and got up on my own, this made pan smirk and shake his head, as he started to walk to the forest, as I followed closely behind.

After a while of walking I decided to speak up: " why didn't you just poof us away? You did it last time." "That's because regina would be able to sense my powers." He simply said.

"Okay then, what do you want?" He stoped in his tracks, and turned around to face me, he seemed annoyed with me. "Look, you still have to do more distracting, that's why I thought I was gonna take you somewhere safe, for you to hide." "Hide? Hide from what?" I cut in. "You didn't let me finish!" He glared at me. "Okay, okay! Sorry!" I apologize.

"As I was saying, we're gonna make it look like you ran away, that way they're going to have to find you first befor they find Henry." He continued. "No offense but that's kind of a shity plan." I said as he looked at me confused while also looking offended at the same time. "Do you have a better plan?" He hissed. "As a matter of fact, I do! You probably think that they'll care for me to the point that they'll risk their own family members life just to find my stupid ass the second time of running away, well you're obviously wrong about that." I explained. "Well then tell me your brilliant plan." "Fuck no! I already helped you enough!" I replied. "Do you wanna get stranded in the middle of no where all alone or what?" He threatened. "Go ahead! I'm not scared, I've been in this type of situation before, what makes you think I wont survive?" "Ugh! You are so infuriating!!!" He shouted at me. "I know that! Look we can just play along with your plan, but that doesn't mean it'll work, because you might not know this but Peter Pan DOES fail!" I shouted back, pissing pan to the point where he slammed my whole body against a tree, while have a knife at my throat.

"You dare talk back to me!" "Go ahead... do it!" I looked straight into his eyes with no fear, as his expression softened. We started into each other's eyes for a while, before pan pulled away.

"Tell me what your plan is or I'll go after Henry." He said simply. He really knew my weakness, I couldn't let Henry die earlier.

I looked away from him, disappointed in myself as I spoke: "If you pretend to kidnapped me, they might be more concerned with my well being, but you'd have to kidnap me in front of them. Make it seem that I'm important. So they would come and save me." I explained with little to no life in my words, I felt like I was betraying everyone, and it pained me deeply.

Pan then with no words walked closer to me, and grabbed my arm pulling me towards him. He had me facing back towards him, while he once again had me at a knife point.

"What a brilliant idea, love. Now play along." He whispered into my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

He teleported us to where I was sleeping before, just to cause a big scene. "Start struggling." He whispered into my ear again, as I yelled out for help: "H-hey! Let go of me!!!" "Klara!?" Emma, snow and charming shouted. "Let go of her!" Emma threatened. "Oh, but I'm afraid I can't do that, you see, I want her!" My eyes widened at the words pan said. "And if you want her back, you'll just have to get her back, but I highly doubt it, since you do care for Henry more." He continued. 'This isn't right.' I thought to myself as I regretted my decisions.

I was about to blur out the truth, when he knew what my intentions were, he covered my mouth with his hand, I struggled against his grip, but it was no use.

"Fine, what do you want pan!" Emma shouted. "Oh, you'll just have to find out when you find her!" Pan shouted back as, he threw her another map, I'm guessing its something similar to the map we got earlier to help us find Henry. "This map will not only help you find Henry, but it'll also help you find klara. Now tick tock, times running out!" He said as he once again teleported us away.

When we got to his thinking tree, he threw me against it, so I'd get mangled in its vines. "You think you were gonna get out of this, turns out that I was really kidnapping you. What a cliche." He said to me threateningly. "Now wouldn't this have been better if you would have just played along?" He asked in a deep voice. "I'm not just gonna sit around and do nothing while Henry's life is in danger!" I replied with full of anger.

Pan then slapped me so hard over the face, that my neck hurt from the fast and hard head turn, I felt a numb but tingling sensation in my cheeks, as I felt a tear stream down my face.

He stepped even closer to me to whispered in my ear: "No one... uses that tone against me." He then leaned back, and saw the tear on my cheek, as he decided to whip it with his tumb.

I saw no emotion in his eyes, and the thought if him possibly being a sycophant, made a shiver go down my spine.

We once again started into each other's eyes for a while, before pan pulled away, and teleported himself away, as I stood there in pure awkward silence.

Peter pan's POV.:

I got back to my tree house, as I barged in through the door. I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head in distress. "What am I doing!? Why do I feel this way!?" I was mad at myself. 'I can't possibly be having feelings for this girl?' I thought to myself. "UGH!!!" I groaned, as I threw a pillow hard at a wall. "I can't fall in love! I cant stoop that low! I'm better then those heroes!" I shouted as I stood up and walked to the bathroom where I leaned over the sink and washed up my face with water to snap myself to out of this dreamlike state, then I looked up at the mirror. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while before I once again spoke. "Love is weakness." I whispered, reminding myself of the truth.

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After much time has passed, I went to check in on how the hero's were doing and they've figured out the map and were on their way to save klara. So I decided to go check in on her one last time.

When I got to my thinking tree I heard singing. "Are you? Are you? Coming to the tree? They strung up a man. They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would it be. If we met at midnight. In the hanging tree." Klara sang, as I listened for a while.

When all of a sudden the birds around us sang along. I stared in disbelief, just as much as klara was confused, she continued to sing at the birds whistles got louder. She really was something.

After a while the song came to an end, as the birds around us stopped in sync. "Awesome." Klara said excitedly, as she looked up at the trees around us with motive in her eyes. Then all of a sudden a noise came from a far. "Um... Hello!?" Klara called out. "Klara? Klara is that you!?" Emma called back. "Guys I'm over here!!!" Klara shouted.

They ran out of the bushes, revealing themselves to klara. Which meant that this was my que.

Klara's POV.:

I saw everyone pop out of the bushes, but before any of us could say anything we were interrupted. "Good job Emma, you did it. But right now is not the time for victories, I'd say you have to get klara out of her trap." Pan says, I already knew what he was talking about, but the rest of the group didn't. I hung my head down in defeat, I knew what I needed to do.

"That's the least of our problems! All we need to do is get her out of those vines." Regina said as she got closer to me trying to free me of the vines, by trying to cut it down, but all that did was squeeze me even tighter. "R-Regina! N-no! S-STOP!" I screamed and groaned in pain. As I could bearly breed at this point. "Regina! Stop! You're making it worst!" Emma shouted as she pulled Regina away.

The vines let go of its grip a bit, but still not enough, I was in a very uncomfortable position. And could bearly breathe, I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. I could care less when it came to dying, but I couldnt die on Henry and everyone now, they wasted their time to save me, when they could damn well have save Henry.

"I'm sorry." I said as I looked at the ground, while trying to hold in my tears. "Sorry? Sorry for what klara?" Emma asked confused. "For klara to get free she has to say what her biggest burden is, what's keeping her stuck to that tree." Pan answered in my place.

I can feel everyone's eyes shift to me. "What did you do!?" I heard Regina's voice turn deeper. I choked on my own words as regina impatiently ran up to me, chocking me with one of her hands. I try to gasp for air, when once again I got saved by emma, snow and charming. "Let her talk!" Snow growls at Regina.

Before we waisted any more time I barged out: "I helped pan distract you!!!" I cried out. "I'm sorry! If I wouldn't have done that, Henry would have been in more danger." I sobbed through tears. I was scared of what everyone was going to think of me, that I didn't dare to look up.

"Are you telling me that, that little tantrum you pulled off was to distract us of our plan! Of us saving Henry!!!!" I never heard Regina's scream like this before, so naturally I winced at her loud, deep, angry voice. She sounded like she could kill me with only her harsh words.

Hook and charming held her back, so she wouldn't end me right there on the spot. "That isn't the only thing?" Snow spoke up, and i looked up at her as the rest stopped what they were doing. "There's more." She said simply as I thought deeply what it could be, but all I could think of in the moment was... I looked in pans direction as I spoke with all the hatred in me: "I regret ever meeting you."

My whole body shook from the anger I felt, as the vines let go of my body, my legs became weak and I fell to the ground. It seemed that my legs feel asleep or were numb from the pressure I was put on by the vines earlier or it must have been from standing still upwards for the whole day. Then all of a sudden I felt lightheaded and passed out.

Peter pans POV.:

"I regret ever meeting you." Klara said with all the anger through her gritted teeth. My heart sank, it hurt me deeply. 'I've fallen for a girl that hates my guts.' I thought to myself as I tried to act normal.

Klara was let go by the vines, so it meant that whatever she said was true, my heart stopped for a moment. Until a saw klara collapse to the floor, her body limp from the pressure of the vines, she passed out.

I watched as hook went to pick her up. I wanted to shout at him to not touch her, but I couldnt possibly let them know how I felt about her.

I was jealous, furious! I watched as hook walked away with klara in his hands, while the rest followed. "I hope you're proud of what you've done." Snow said to me before rejoining the group. I stood there in silence, feeling full of... REGRET.

To be continued...

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