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corysmiles · 3 years

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IT'S HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRREEE!! The longest oneshot so far! XD Hope you like it

cw: general themes of hunger, blood, semi graphic description of violence. Be warned!

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Phil decided to visit early today, entering the cave and waving at Techno, who immediately recognized him. He moved closer and, while still hesitant, grabbed him and moved him at eye level. It was nice. A bit unnerving, but nice. Phil laughed and hugged two of techno’s fingers before he put him on the counter.

They spent most of the evening sharing stories and getting more comfortable with touch. They even made some progress, techno’s hand not shaking as much when he wrapped his fingers around Phil!

It would be an hour still before Wilbur and Tommy came. So Techno figured it was time to shrink to human size if he wanted to spend some time with them after dinner as a giant. He went and reached the shelf with the bottle. Phil simply whistled and looked around. He stopped and turned when he didn’t hear any drinking sound. Techno was frozen and he looked horrified.

“Are you alright, mate?”

“It’s empty.” Techno said.

“Oh. Well, looks like today is a stay-giant kind of day-”

“No.” Techno put the thing back. “How could I have missed it?? It’s not supposed to happen…” He swallowed and looked back at Phil, worry clear as day in his eyes.

They stared at each other, Phil trying to read the unspoken words of his friends, but nothing came. “What is it? You often stay at your real size during dinners, what’s up?”

“... I haven’t hunted in days.” He admitted after a couple more seconds of silence. “I don’t have any food for tonight.”

“Oh shoot.” Phil took a couple steps towards techno, reaching the end of the furniture. “That’s no good.”

“We’ll have to cancel the grouped dinner tonight.” The giant looked at his small friend. “I’m sorry, but I have to- I know we all usually look up to these gathering but I can’t- I”

“Hey, it’s okay, no need to panic, mate.” Phil tried to reassure. He only gained a loud whine from techno, that he could feel in his bones. (quite literally, the vibration almost made him shake.) “I’ll tell Wilbur and Tommy.”

Techno stared, unsure, before sighing and letting his arm fall. “Alright, go tell them.”

Phil pulled up his phone, sending a message to both his friends. As he pressed sent, he looked back at techno. He did say he used the potion for food, primarily, but surely he dealt with it before.

“Do you want to go now, or…?”

Techno shook his head. “No. Not right now. Plus you’re still here-”

“Oh that’s no problem” Phil waved off. “I can come hunt with you.”

At that, Techno made a…. cringed, sound? Embarrassed perhaps, Phil couldn’t quite name it, but he was definitely uncomfortable with the idea.

“I don’t… it’s quite… You don’t want to see it.” he put his hand on his face, covering his expression.

"It's alright, mate. You know I'm okay with you being a tall boy." He laughed

"No- I mean… I mean it, Phil. It's gross."

"Well then I'll stay here until you come back."

Techno lowered his hands to look at the human, almost annoyed. He groaned and hid his face once more before the sound became much louder, Phil stumbling a little. "There's no way you're giving up on this, is there?"

"Nope!" Phil said, jumping down and being caught by the giant in a panicked movement "Please learn to warn me when you do that, my heart can't take it" he laughed.

"Wilbur told me to do it like this. Says it's more fun."

"Of course he did."

They stayed in the abode a bit longer, watching the sun setting through the window. Techno at one point decided to try and play his violin again, trying to improve to play with Wilbur one day. And even though it was…. Improvable, to say the least, it wasn't terrible either.

Phil clapped at the end of each song, earning a small laugh from the giant every time. He even tried to dance to one. Fortunately, they were the only ones to witness the carnage that was Phil's stumbly move tied to Techno's cacophony. It ended in unstoppable laughter that shook Phil's entire body.

Phil paced around the table he was now on as the laughs died down. He toyed with what he assumed was a home-made pen, turning it around and moving it like it was a spear. He stopped dead in his tracks, shaken by a loud growl that resonated through the entire room.

He turned around and watched his friend put his hands on his stomach, face red, violin now on the floor.

Phil put on an amused smile. "I think now's a good time to go hunt."

"I-" Techno did not have time to object before another grumble was heard. He shut his eyes and opened them, surrender in his expression."Yeah. It- might be good."

He stood up and offered a hand to Phil. "The hunting area is quite far, though. You might wanna take the ride for this one."

The blond gladly hopped on the hand and Techno brought him next to his chest, fingers curling protectively around his friend who watched the road through the space between the fingers. And so he began to walk.

It was the first actual time he traveled with a giant like that. It was nice. And he was glad he took the offer when he realized how far from the abode it was.

The walk ended up being quite long, Techno's stomach growling a lot during it, seeming almost painful at times by the way his face twisted. And everytime, it felt like the giant wanted to just run away and hide from view.

"You don't have to be embarrassed because you're hungry, you know?"

"I- no, but it's- it's so loud and" another rumble cut him off "it's… a hungry giant is not a good sight. It's scary."

"I don't know about that." Phil replied "you're just Techno, who happens to need food. I don't see any problem with that." Techno snorted half in disbelief, at the naivety of his peer.

"You know my soft side too well. I should start to act scary around you more." Phil bursted out laughing at that.

"Yeah, I know you too well. You wouldn't hurt a fly even if you tried."

Techno hummed

"Except if one of us was in danger. I feel like that's the one scenario where you would go apeshit."

"Yeah. Yeah, probably."

The rest of the ride ended up in comfortable silence (apart from Techno's hunger manifesting in numerous loud gurgles). Techno took a breath of fresh air and looked at his friend. He finally lowered his hand and Phil hopped out, on the grass. He took the view around him. "So this is your hunting spot."

Techno nodded. "I'll need around 15-20 adult preys. Don't really care if it's a deer or a wolf or whatever. Once you're done, meet me here."

Phil nodded and took out his bow "alright. Be careful!" He waved goodbye and only heard his laugh as he dived deeper into the forest.

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The hunt ended up being nearly two hours long. Phil was surprised by the amount of animals here. It made sense, though, since it was so far away from everything, and the only known hunter of the area only stepped by occasionally.

As he brought back the last body near the pile, he noted that it seemed quite little for his friend still. He frowned. Was his friend trying once again to limit himself, so that he doesn't scare Phil?

He visualised his friend, standing up, and then looked back at the pile.

Of course he was.

He groaned and pulled his hair "oh my god- I TOLD HIM IT WAS FINE- JESUS! What kind of tool do I need to use to hammer the idea down his head right?!?" He sighed. It's not like Techno had a small appetite. Everytime they gathered around, he was the one with the fullest plate. But he always was so much shiftier when at his real size. Even though Phil couldn't blame him, it pissed him off.

And so the hunt ended up being longer than anticipated. But he ended up gathering a pile he judged big enough for his friend. And so he headed back.

As he approached the meeting place, he called out "Techno? You ther-"

He stopped. Dead in his tracks. And watched his friend, sitting on the ground, rigid as a statue, hands placed on the ground, holding something he realized were different cows and sheeps and deer.

"What is he doing?" He murmured to himself, not taking a step closer. There was a few more minutes of silence, during which more creatures climbed on his hand, before the large body shifted.

Phil flinched at the sudden movement. The hand raised higher and higher, too quick to let the animals jump down before his mouth opened, jaw wide, and-

Crack.

In a single motion, all the bodies in his hands were chopped down, their other halves between the giant's teeth.

Phil's body was frozen, and he witnessed wide eyes, as Techno dived in and took the rest of his meal sitting in his hand. It was… animalistic, to say the least. After scratching for every little crumb, he lowered his hands, allowing his bloody jaw to be visible.

It was understandable he didn't want his friends to witness that, he realized.

But Phil blinked out of his trance and stepped in like nothing happened.

"Hey, mate." Techno flinched and snapped his head toward the human, who laughed. "Sorry, should've warned."

"It's... it's alright, Phil." Techno said, licking the blood off his face, trying to hide the previous instance. "Uhm, have you been here for a while?"

"Nah" Phil lied "I just came back."

"Good! Good." He stood up slowly "Can you bring me to the ones you hunted down?"

Phil nodded and turned back, getting to said spot. It was almost comical to see Techno taking a small step everytime Phil made ten long ones, but they arrived quickly.

Techno sat down and his eyes widened when he looked at the pile.

"... that's more than 20." He pointed out. The pile was 3 times Phil's size. There were at least double the amount.

“Yeah.” Phil admitted. “You seemed rather hungry so I thought you might have needed more.”

“I mean, you were not the only one hunting,” Techno laughed. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

Phil smiled, but it died down a little when Techno shifted, apprehensive. He turned to the blond, a nervous look on his face.

“Mh… Can you- perhaps…. uh… Turn around, maybe?”

Phil gave him a sympathetic smile, before closing his eyes and turning around, sitting legs crossed.

He could only hear the giant, but by the sounds of it, the poor boy was actually famished. He stuffed as much food as he could and chewed fast, and the heavy swallowing sounds made him twitch. Bones were crushed and flesh was torn apart like his life depended on it. Maybe it was morbid curiosity. He did see what it was like earlier after all, but he couldn’t help the silent temptation to turn around and look at the giant in such an intricate, taboo moment.

But Techno trusted him to not do it. Trusted him in this vulnerable moment. One he felt shameful and embarrassed about, and only time could ease this silent pain inside the giant. So, with quite the self control, he kept his eyes shut.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the frantic sounds came to a stop. He furrowed his brows. Still nothing.

Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his head, ruffling his hair. A surprised sound escaped his lips and he laughed as he tentatively opened an eye.

“You good, mate?”

“Yeah” Techno said. “It’s good now.”

Phil turned around and took a small step back when he realized the giant was closer than he thought, hands making a barrier around him, which would be cute if it wasn’t for the crimson red tainting them up until above his wrists. And his face was also covered with blood. He had an almost panicked look as he moved his hands closer. He was panting.

“Hey.” Techno said and gulped, his hands even shaking slightly. Phil could read his thoughts clear as day.

‘Is he scared?’ ‘My hands are so bloody’ ‘Is he gonna run away?’ ‘I probably look like a mess-’ ‘He asked for it, but is he still okay with it?’

‘Is he still okay with me acting like myself?’

Techno was scared. So scared that showing more of him would push him away… But Phil knew better.

And so, to this new side techno showed him, Phil said.

“Hello, mate.”

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They ended up going back not too long after that, Phil sitting on Techno’s shoulder to avoid the disturbing smell his hands bore. On the way back, Techno let it slip that he hadn’t eaten at all the whole day, hence his need to hunt. Phil scolded him for a good part of the ride about that. But eventually, it ended with smiles and laughs (and a promise to be more careful about techno’s diet. “Well, it’s been in shambles for quite a while” “You are not helping your case here, mate.”)

They entered techno’s abode and next thing Phil knew, he was grabbed gently and placed on the counter. He blinked and saw his friend grabbing a towel and a water bucket.

He chuckled, watching his friends wash away the blood he almost forgot about.

Once clean, techno sighed and turned to Phil. “I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.”

He laughed. “I mean, it’s the middle of the night. Kind of late for me to go back. Mind if I sleep here for the night?”

They stared at each other for a while before techno hummed and opened his palm in front of Phil, who hopped into it easily.

He was grabbed and held onto a bit of a squeeze, not sure why until he felt techno falling straight on his bed, not controlling the arm holding phil that much. He screamed at the sudden sensation of falling, but noticed he was fine once the movement stopped. He sighed. “You could warn me about that next time.”

a rumbly “mmhhsorry” was the only answer he got. He laughed as he watched the exhaustion hit his friend. The grip lessened and, slowly, he allowed himself to relax, the heartbeat and deep breathing of the giant soothing him into a good night of sleep.

No, techno was not always soft. Technoblade was not a man of manners. Technoblade could be harsh. He could be intimidating, violent and raw…

Technoblade was kind as much as he could be cruel. Philza was aware of that reality more than anyone else.

And he would not have it any other way.

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Cant wait for more of the potion au :]

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jessiewre · 4 years

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Day 36

Sun 9th Feb - Safari Day🦒🐆🦁🐒🐗🦛🦓🌳🌲

OMG SAFARI IN MASAI MARA DAY.

Excited...

We'd decided to go for the packed lunch only option so no breakfast to start. It was a risky one but we packed a few snacks for emergencies (an old banana mmm yum, some peanut butter).

Got into our shared safari vehicle with Joffrey our Masai guide plus a couple and their 7 year old daughter. We only had a 3km drive to the park entrance and we were soon in Masai Mara park, what a dream. However, we started to realise that the little girls huge enthusiasm for nature had the strong potential to become rather irritating. Every time she saw a living creature she would go nuts. Like, any living creature. She would squeal (not recommended on safari by the way as apparently wild animals have ears) and she would say the name of the animal repeatedly.

Literally, she saw a vulture, I mean, we ALL saw the vulture, and she was like

‘Vulture! Vulture! Vulture! Vulture! VULTURE!’.

Then we saw some VERY boring birds.

‘Oh look, there’s GUINEA FOWL! THEY ARE SO CUUUUUTE ooooohhhhhh GUINEA FOWL! GUINEA FOWL! HI THERE GUINEA FOWL! ’

Whenever we saw a warthog, which was maybe 100 times, she jumped up and down shouting ‘Pumba! Pumba! I SEE A PUMBA!!’

Phil looked at me with a very straight face and I’m certain if he’d seen a lion at that moment he’d have thrown her out of the jeep.

BUUUUUTT, eventually her OTT squealing calmed and she became a bearable human being to be around.

We chatted to the parents who were really nice and were on holiday from living in Doha, which from their description, sounds like one of the last places we’d want to live. But each to their own.

We spotted so many things, but the morning highlight was went Joffrey spotted a white dot in the far distance. Yes the white dot cat was a rare type of cat that only has two lets OK FINE only joking. So yeah, we could kind of see this dot, then it disappeared. We waited around and looked through the binoculars, then Joffrey decided to head closer in our vehicle. We reached the dot and somehow ended up about 1 metre away from an ACTUAL cheetah, sat casually next to a tree like a normal cat, pretty much posing for us. Then it just rolled around on its back playfully. Was AMAZING! 😬

Then we saw a mother cheetah with her 3 grown up cubs having a cheeky sleep in the sun. We then saw a massive sleeping male lion tucked hidden behind some bushes!

We had a morning tea & biscuits break under a nice tree where we all got out of the car to stretch our legs (and pee behind the car) taking care to keep a watch out for animals (seemed a little dicey to me but Joffrey was super chill about it so everyone pretended they were too) then 12:30 was lunch (not a moment too soon). Again, it was under a tree but this time we sat on some Masai blankets (uh, in a park with big cats - don’t ask) and had spaghetti noodles, eggs, biscuits, oranges and juice. Joffrey said he could see some hyenas nearby but that we could see them after lunch - how nice of him. If they didn’t come over to eat us before we’d finished that is (a clan of hyenas can devour a whole zebra including bones leaving NO TRACE within 30 minutes).

The afternoon was when we looked for lions mainly, but saw tons of other stuff as we drove. Phil and I had the best seats in the front but boy, was it blasting heat on us. So we used our Masai blankets to creat cloak / hammocks as we stood up through the roof hatch getting toasted. we only bashed our sides a few thousand times as we bumped along. My hat completely flew off and I’m not sure if we were in a dangerous spot, but even Joffrey wouldn’t get out to retrieve it. I managed to open the door and ingeniously swipe it up with my foot so the little girl could catch it. She was growing on me now, she certainly had her uses.

Right at the end, we finally saw female lions! Unfortunately we were quite far away but was cool anyway of course. Joffrey said if the rangers weren’t there at that moment, he could have driven closer, but had to be careful incase they decided to tell him off. The rangers decided to drive up to our vehicle the moment we spotted the lions to ask for everyone’s tickets as a random inspection.

MATE WE ARE TRYING TO LOOK AT ACTUAL LIONS.

Was so annoying, especially as we couldn’t find them for ages..

All in all, we saw:

6 cheetahs

Elephants with baby elephants

Giraffes

Buffalos

Ostriches

Pumba warthogs

Topi

Gazelle

Jackel

Wildebeest

Hippos

Male sleeping lion

Female lions chilling under bushes

Hyenas

100 year old Tortoise (spotted by the little girl, credit to her)

And after 10 hours of intense African sun, we headed back.

As we drove through the little town by the entrance, the kids shouted ‘Packed lunch!’ and held their hands out. So the little girl handed out all of our spare food of biscuits and snacks, even the biscuits she LOVED and had put aside for herself. Was sweet.

We stopped off to buy some bits as had made the tough decision to make our own breakfast the next day (I know, absolute heroes) so I bought a couple of avocados for 10p each.

Came back to the vehicle proudly to show everyone my purchase and it turned out the avocados I’d bought were actually MANGOS so I went back to find a different shop for avocado hunt take 2! Found one ripe one PHEW our breakfast was saved, white middle class crisis over thank GOD.

Phil bought 4 eggs and some bread and we were good to go ‪for breakfast tomorrow‬ - saving 18.50$ in the process. All the food we bought cost $1.50.

After the dust and sweat of safari life (I’m not complaining tho) the awesome shower was very welcome and then straight onto dinner.

Back to Jessie’s food diary.

That dinner was SO GOOD. We had a DELICIOUS dinner of a vege spring roll starter, onion quiche, dauphinoise potatoes and green beans main, and then a choc cake with cream dessert.

We chatted to the family some more - James from UK & Larissa from Mexico & the little girl Liloosh - and we had totally changed our mind about the little girl. Her biggest crime was her enthusiasm and actually she’d not complained once throughout the whole safari. She wanted to be a vet and loved animals more than anything (she even got excited about the field mice that were by the camp gate when we’d arrived back) and was a really sweet girl who loved drawing. Felt bad for imagining her as lion food...

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clown-bait · 5 years

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A Very Monster Christmas (Monster Roommate AU) PT5

H-Hey everybody? This took me 5000 years to write. I have no excuse so I'm just gonna release both of the final chapters at once and then the first for part 3 so everyone is happy.

CH22 Babies Were a Mistake

“Don’t touch it!”

“Junior quit being a baby and hold still”

“No! Get away from me!” Hissed a very upset monster clown with a knife in his eye. His uncle threw up his hands in defeat returning to his chair. The giant seated next to him fidgeted nervously knowing that his landlord could get very violent when wounded. A soft hand landed on Bubba’s arm and the giant cannibal looked over to leech’s mom smiling sweetly at him. “Sweetheart will you hold him for me?”

The masked killer blinked clearly scared of the monster clown howling in pain on the floor. “Its ok big fella I’m going to make him stop.” the witch said calmly reaching into her bag. “You need to hold him for me though can you do that?”

“BABIES WERE A MISTAKE!” Penny roared and screamed still clutching his face.

“I am so glad to be awake to see this.” the elder Pennywise sighed happily resting his head on his hand with a toothy grin as he watched the younger clown sob in pain. Leatherface stood and cautiously approached the shrieking eldritch who’s other eye tore open solid red and black with anger. “DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” he snarled and snapped his enormous fangs wildly like a wounded animal. Leech’s mom slowly approached him from the front and held out a small bag of herbs which she poured into a small ashtray and set it on fire. “Shhh inhale the smoke.”

“NO! NO ONE APPROACH I WILL TEAR YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!”

“Sally doll, sit down and let em’ cry it out like the baby he is.” the elder clown suggested starting to grow worried for his date’s safety. His worry was quickly gone when Sally Smith snatched the roaring monster harshly by the ear and pulled hard motioning for Leatherface to grab his arms as the creature whined in pain.

“Inhale.” the woman said sternly and shoved the smoking embers to his red nose. Pennywise had no choice but to breathe in the smoke deep into his lungs exhaling it with a couple coughs as his body relaxed. The witch quickly removed the small knife from his eye earning a pained roar from the restrained eldritch who was released and immediately skittered into a corner slumped over in pain. Tiff who had been watching stared at the substance in the bowl with wonder. “What was that you gave him some sort of magic herbs?”

“Oh no sweetie just simple cannabis!”

The doll blinked a few times as the elder pennywise began to howl with laughter from his chair “Yeah you're Fangs’ mom alright.”

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A howl filled the air as a group of hunters made their way down the snowy streets of the town of Derry. The sound rattled the doll and put the vampires into a state of extreme alert their fourth companion simply groaned. Three figures appeared in front of them and two from behind. The hunter’s own arrogance had shifted their position to the role of prey. “Pen’s gonna kill me” Leech groaned as the bones in her hands snapped and reformed.

“Get in the middle of us apprentice. He will kill us before you if we return you with so much as a scratch.”

“I appreciate the gentlemanly gesture Dracula but I can handle myself. Besides you Fred's got no power here and Chucky has a bread knife. You boys really think you'd be more effective against fucking werewolves than a juiced up vampire?”

“Ouch Fangs.”

“If you want to fight fido alone be my guest Chuck.”

“She has a point, I really don't want to deal with going through another resurrection on the holidays. Phil gets weird during this time of year.”

“Holy shit I’ll say did you see him last week he freakin headbutted a nativity display and started eating the manger! Could have just been hungry though….could have also just been a regular goat.”

“Who the fuck else in this town has a giant ass black goat with a leggings fetish?”

“I don't know Fred goats are really popular right now they're all over Instagram!”

Dracula let out a long sigh and stepped backwards “Myers.” he tried to say over the arguing friends.

“What? What does Mikey have to do with goat yoga?” Freddy asked before suddenly being torn from his standing position and chucked into a wall.

“That.”

The masked killer casually kicked a shrieking Chucky into a trash can and both vampires found their necks being squeezed in the vice like grip of The Shape himself as a pack of women surrounded them from behind.

“Hello blood suckers!” Sandy the werewolf said cheerfully behind the tall slasher.

“You're dating Myers?” Leech wheezed and tried to claw her way out of the grip on her throat.

“I am! Thank you for finally asking!”

Dracula cursed loudly in Romanian as winds picking up strongly through the alleyway.

“Sandy have them put down, we need to have a little talk.” Laurie nudged her sisters arm who motioned for her boyfriend to release them.

“You!” Leech hissed “Couldn't settle for my familiar could you bitch!”

“Jim and I broke up vampire!” the she wolf snarled with obvious pain in her voice. Dracula took notice of the tear in her eye.

“Yeah it was very sad be nicer!” one of the other sisters chimed in and Leech slashed forward in warning holding up her injured hand.

“Your leader tried to kill me and cut off my fucking finger! I think we're past being nice!”

“Its just a finger bloodsucker.”

“She tortured me!”

“And you turned her into Hamburger Helper!”

“I think I had the right to!”

“Stop taking credit for that Fangs that was your damn demon spawn!” Freddy interrupted deciding to join the argument.

“I helped make them Fred I can claim credit!”

“You’re pregnant?” Laurie said in shock as Dracula continued to awkwardly stare.

“See me,” he whispered “See me now.” Laurie glanced over at him and gave an uncomfortable wave.

“Oh great now everyone knows.” Leech rolled her soulless eyes and retracted her fangs.

“How?” Sandy asked and then grimaced in disgust when she remembered what manner of beast the vampire was dating “On second thought maybe don't share that.”

“It was actually a pretty normal process surprisingly, what isnt normal is the eldritch horror morning sickness” Leech casually sheathed her claws and fixed her coat.

“Oh well um congratulations then?” Sandy said almost confused.

“Yeah uh thanks... I’m still kinda processing it all myself.” Leech laughed nervously.

“Well this is hella awkward. I’m not gonna fight a pregnant woman.” one of the girls said.

“Yeah you know we were gonna come and get our revenge and what not but to be honest it's just kinda weird now.” Laurie said side eyeing a still wide eyed Dracula.

“You guys uh….. you guys know where we can get something to eat?” the younger vampire asked. “Kids need some food you know.”

“Y-yeah there's a frat party down the street from us you can grab someone there.”

“Cool……...um so is this like a truce or….”

“Its christmas man just forget about it.” Sandy took her tall silent boyfriend by the arm signaling to leave.

“Yeah alright. Cool. See you at work then.”

“The fuck is going on?” Chucky shouted from the trash can.

“Weird ass women shit Chuck.” Freddy said as he tipped the can over.

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Pennywise squatted in the corner of the decaying kitchen lapping at a bowl of eggnog like an extremely dangerous kitten. His good eye darted around defensively as he lapped the obnoxiously sweet drink. He didn't even notice the front door bursting open or the loud thud in the living room of his mate returning with a large meal.

Leech draped the muscled youth over the coffee table like a hunter proudly showing their family the prized turkey they caught for dinner. She even began placing her boot on his rear to show off even further.

“He's still passed out drac and I have been keeping him drained and Fred’s been keeping him scared in dreamland. It only took two of my special mix to get him falling on his ass not bad for a pregnant lady I'll say!” Leech beamed wide and knocked on the young man's skull. “Hey Fred you good in there?” the limp body jerked his arm up in a thumbs up position.

“Not bad?! All you did was flash the guy a little cleavage and hand him a couple shots. Where's the finesse?” Chucky complained carrying a large stolen pizza box with what looked like a bloody hand print on the sides. “You shoulda seen what I did to the pizza guy now that was art!”

“I'm not going for art I'm going for easy. My family was hungry and I provided.”

“Yeah yeah you're a strong woman Fangs, we're all very impressed now go clean up your idiot for us.” the elder clown called out to her casually sipping the sweet spiked eggnog that sat perched in his gloves. Leech groaned and put her hand to her face.

“Jesus the fuck did he do this time?”

Chucky looked up and snarled finally noticing the lack of twins in the room. “I said it once and I'll say it again blood sucker, I aint paying for therapy.”

The kitchen was much quieter than out there with all the noise and chatter and merryment. Pennywise wrinkled his nose in disgust and snarled still cradling his wound and purring in an attempt to heal himself. Babies were a mistake. Who was he kidding he was the eater of worlds and children. He hated children and here he was on his way to becoming a father. Oh the irony. The clown groaned and held his head tighter shutting his good eye to try to escape further.

“Mr. Pennywise?”

His eye flew back open.

“Mr. Pennywise I-Im sorry about Glenda. She takes after dad I think. Much better at the family business than I am.”

Pennywise’s breathing grew harder and his pained purring became an alarming growl as Chucky’s son bravely got closer.

“Mum says you’ll try to eat me if I came to talk to you but I don’t think you’re so bad.”

“You are quite the fool then boy.” He finally said giggling to himself a bit before wincing in pain. Glen stopped for a moment then continued forward.

“I-I just want to tell you that I thought your tricks were real neat that's all.”

The clown's growling softened and his molten yellow eye soothed. Maybe it won't be all bad, this one at least could appreciate perfection when he saw it.

“Um they have dinner out there if you want any.”

From a hole in the ceiling Leech watched her mate unfold himself and take his glove from his eye which was already beginning to heal. The boy bravely took the hand of his natural predator and led him out. He definitely had a long way to go but this was progress. She smiled to herself and felt the tug of exhaustion once again. “We'll get there together eventually.” she sighed and slipped away stepping back from the others and into the comfort the shadows.

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #pennywise fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #horror fiction #freddy krueger #chucky #Charles Lee Ray #tiffany valentine #bubba sawyer #monster roommate au #it fanfiction

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askcarlyle · 5 years

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[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompts #11 (Left or Right), 12 (Signs of Affection), 13 (Ashes), 15 (Cruelty), 16 (Harmony), 17 (Outcast), and 23 (Drink). Edited from the live version, which is continuing on server in a following installment.]

Carlyle

cracks open one eye as the light of dawn returns, revealing their hastily constructed shelter and now-smoldering campfire, nothing but ashes and blackened rocks. rubs away the bleariness and sits up in concern upon realizing he is alone under the warm travel blanket

PT? Where'd you go?

Barnum

Over here, hold on.

Wanders out from the shady undergrowth with an armful of various berries and mushrooms, slumping down next to Phillip and dumping his hoard onto the blanket.

Got up early, couldn't sleep. Any of these edible for breakfast?

Rubs a tired hand over his eye and leans over to pick up a twig and prod at the still warm ashes of the fire.

Phil, I.... I am not sure which direction we need to head in. I've been wandering for the past hour and it all looks the same in every direction. I don't even know how far it is we need to walk. Or even how far it is until we find water. This has been an amusing adventure but I'm beginning to feel concerned that I may have actually gotten us into some trouble.

Carlyle

looks around at their surroundings, acknowledging that the trees all pretty much look the same. Selects a berry and nibbles at it experimentally

Nonsense, we've been through worse. Sit down and eat, these are good. You just need to look at things from a different...

turns around and regards the boulders they are huddled against, an idea starting to form

...perspective.

scrambles to feet and rolls up shirtsleeves, taking a few steps back to crane head up and gauge the dimensions of the cliff face

Hmm. Doable. Be right back.

clambers up a pile of rocks before any protests can be made, and starts to scale the boulder, a cascade of pebbles showering down in his wake

Barnum

Shoves a mushroom into his mouth and chews on it in disdain. Then observes in curiosity as the younger man scrambles out of the small shelter. Following after a moment and putting his hands on his hips as he watches Phillip start to scale the huge rock face

You going right to the top? Careful. If you fall from there, there is no way I can get you to a doctor from here.

Carlyle

methodically searches for foot and handholds in the boulder's pitted surface, finally reaching the top approximately three city floors above Barnum. Pops head over the edge to look down

No worries, medical assistance won't be required today.

stands up and surveys the forest from the new vantage point, now able to discern a pond and a few other landmarks more readily, noting their general positions with the directional assistance of the morning sun's movements

I see water! And maybe where the road should be.

takes one last look, then descends at a more careful pace, trying not to dislodge any stones along the way

Barnum

Waits impatiently at the bottom, opening his arms to steady Phillip as he hops down the last few feet

That was a rather impressive show. How would you feel about performing next week in a spider costume, I have some ideas.

Nudges him in the ribs playfully with his elbow.

Let's head in that direction then, Mr Wildlife. Left or right?

Carlyle

takes a look around, then upward, to figure out their relative location

Neither, actually.

turns Barnum around 180° and points straight ahead

Barnum

Onwards, then!

Scoops up the blanket in one arm and marches ahead in the direction

How far did it look to the water? It has been one night and I'm already considering trying to suck the liquid out of the dirt.

Steps over a particularly large fallen tree into thick undergrowth, holding his arm to steady Phillip as he does the same.

This is going to make an incredible story when we return. We should rack up some interest with the papers. Two brave men stranded in the wilderness, fighting off wolves and bears to survive with their bare hands. We can bend the details a bit, people just want a good story.

Carlyle

plunges into thicket and wades forward, considering

Not more than a mile as the crow flies. But I didn't account for how much vegetation we'd have to make our way through. It might take a while.

thrashes forward in silence for several moments before grabbing Barnum's hand and coming to a sudden halt

...did you hear something?

Barnum

Pauses chewing on the berry he was gnawing on, standing motionlessly in silence to listen out. After a moment he glances at Phillip's hand in his own, chuckling and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Probably just a rat or something. They thrive in the sheltered areas like this. If we keep moving they won't bother u-

Begins to step forwards but is suddenly interrupted as an enormous black bear bolts out of the trees directly at them. Muzzle coated in drool from it's snarling toothy maw, it lets out a terrifying roar. Leaving a trail of blood in its path from something latched onto its back leg.

Carlyle

yelps in startlement, taking several quick steps backwards and pulling Barnum along as the bear jerks to an abrupt stop, roar petering out into a pained whimper

pauses in mid-flight, the unexpected sound causing him to turn back and take a closer look, concern outweighing caution

I don't think that's a normal bear sound.

Barnum

Step back, step back.

Puts an arm in front of Phillip protectively and forcefully pushes him to keep moving away from the animal as they watch it stumble closer very slowly.

It's....injured. It's weak, doesn't mean it won't attack if it think's it's in danger.

Without taking his eyes off the bear, picks up a heavy broken tree branch from the ground and pushes it into Phillip’s hand. Eyes softening on the animal as it makes a pathetic pained noise, stepping closer still.

Don't make any sudden movements or loud noises. If it makes a sudden move, hit it in the head with this and then run. Find something narrow to hide in.

Reaches into Phillip's jacket with one hand and removes his flask, then with the other hand slowly unbuttons his jacket, discarding it to one side and then removing his shirt

Takes a cautious step towards the bear, then another, stopping dead every time it flinches or snarls

Easy, girl, easy. That's it.

Gets up close enough to feel its breath against his face, then very slowly moves his shirt and the flask into one hand, using the other to press against the side of animal's thick neck

What twisted person did this to you, huh? Must hurt a lot.

Carlyle

glances at the branch in his hand, then lowers it to a more non-threatening position while still gripping it tightly, eyes never leaving the bear's head as it is approached

holds breath as contact is made, watching with disbelief as Barnum proceeds to examine its injuries while murmuring gently to it, then with utter incredulity when it responds and collapses into an exhausted heap of dirty fur

Barnum

Bear trap, nasty one too. We will have to watch where we step.

Continues to gently stroke the bear's fur as he kneels down next to it, pulling out his pocket knife to try to ease the sharp metal teeth of the device from the animal's flesh.

Don't know how long it will survive after this, it's exhausted and wounds like this get infected easily. Can't just leave it here to suffer though.

Ignores its pained yowls and whines as he presses the sharp knife into the already raw wound, grunting to himself as he uses all his force to release the trap mechanism. As it clicks and snaps back open the bear lets out a bloodcurdling screech and in an instant turns around and lashes at him instinctively, slashing at his arm.

He grunts in pain, grabbing his bicep and feeling blood trickle from the scratches. Then takes a deep breath and returns to his task calmly.

This is going to sting a little but it will help, I know you can't understand that so I'm sorry.

Pours the small amount of whisky from Phillip's flask onto the bear’s bloodied leg, stroking it' fur faster as the animal whimpers. Then swiftly takes his shirt and wraps it around the wound, tying it off tightly to slow the blood flow

Good as new, huh? Bet it feels better with that nasty thing off of you. Here.

Scoops up some of the berries that fell from his jacket pocket, holding them near the bear's snout and beaming in delight as the animal's long tongue sticks out to lap them up

Carlyle

inches closer as the animal is treated, nearly swinging when it scratches. is practically looking over Barnum's shoulder by the time he finishes, now thoroughly sympathetic to the creature's plight

Who sets traps indiscriminately and then leaves the poor things to die slowly? It seems like senseless cruelty without even the veneer of sportsmanship.

sets down branch and shrugs off jacket, then tears a strip of fabric off the hem of his own shirt and nods to the bleeding scratches on Barnum's arm

We should take care of those, too.

retrieves flask, cleans arm and neatly bandages it before taking a long sip from the remaining whiskey

Feel up to moving?

Barnum

Yeah, I'm fine.

Stands back up and stretches, looking over the makeshift bandage on his own arm and admiring the good job. Then wanders over to collect his jacket again under one arm before returning to give the bear a scratch behind the ears

I feel bad leaving her here but we should really head towards water. Keep a close eye on where you're stepping.

Begins to trudge onwards with Phillip in the direction they were heading, trying to move as straight as possible to avoid going off course.

You alright? That was enough to nearly give me a heart attack, you still look rather pale.

Moves for a solid ten minutes before realising that they're being followed, glancing back at the limping bear trundling along behind them

...We should name her.

Carlyle

glances back at the bear, which is now rooting around in a fallen log and lapping up grubs

No we shouldn't. She's a wild animal.

walks determinedly onward, so intent on putting distance between themselves and the bear that he doesn't notice when the woods thin and they are suddenly confronted with a deep ravine, over which is strung a spindly-looking rope bridge. nearly topples over the edge, stopping just in time and watching loose dirt fall down into the stream below

Ack! Didn't see this from above.

Barnum

Grabs the back of Phillips shirt gently and tugs him a few steps back away from the edge.

What did I tell you, watch where you're stepping!

Glances down over the edge at the sheer drop, then glances both ways

It could be miles around the edge but that bridge does not look stable.

As if to prove a point, puts one foot out on the rope bridge, listening to it creak and feeling it sway.

Carlyle

eyes the moorings and knots, then gives bridge an experimental shake

No worse than the tightrope back home. It's even got railings. I can go first.

takes a few steps onto the bridge, then gives it a light bounce

It's fine. The flexibility actually makes it last longer in the elements. Which is good, since I can't imagine this place is high on anyone's maintenance list.

rapidly balances the rest of the way across, one foot in front of the other, crossing without glancing down or hesitating. shouts back across at Barnum and gestures for him to follow

Just pretend it's an act!

Barnum

You've had a lot more practise on that front than I have.

Carefully grips the rope railings and takes a step onto the narrow bridge, pausing a moment before letting it take his weight

You're right, it's stronger than it looks. Twice as wobbly though.

Takes a few cautious steps forwards, keeping his eyes on Phillip. After a few moments seems to get into a rhythm of steps, making it about half way across before the sound of the bear grunting from it's place at the edge of the bridge distracts him. Trying to turn his head on instinct and missing a step, slipping on the thin rope and in a split second losing his balance. Just barely managing to suppress a yelp as he grabs the bridge.

Takes a steadying breath and hoists himself back up onto the bridge, struggling to steady himself. Moves his eyes back to Phillip, feeling things spin a little and not being able to stop himself from looking down once more. Eyes fixed on the sheer drop under him. Standing absolutely still on the rope.

Carlyle

takes hold of the railings and is about to bolt across, rethinking the action when the bridge sways precariously at the added weight. bites lower lip and clenches hands in vexation

PT. Phineas. Look up. Look at me.

waves at Barnum unsuccessfully. takes a deep breath and then starts humming the musical accompaniment to the trapeze act, softly then with growing volume as he notices Barnum's head tilt to listen

Barnum

After several moments manages to finally lift his head to focus on the slightly unsteady sight of Phillip ahead, turning a few shades paler than is healthy but saying nothing.

Takes a very long steadying breath and stands himself upright again, then a few moments later joins in and begins humming to the tune in near perfect harmony

Starts to shuffle forwards to the tune, after about two feet then starting to take proper steps again. Only losing his balance slightly twice before reaching the other side, grabbing Phillip's hand to pull himself up

Carlyle

hauls Barnum the rest of the way onto solid ground and into a tight embrace, muttering into his shoulder with a shaky exhale

Why do you always have to look?

drags Barnum down to sit against a nearby tree trunk and offers him the last swig in the flask

Let's rest here a while before continuing.

Barnum

Takes the flask gratefully and swigs the last of its small amount of content. Colour returning to his cheeks after a few moments

I'm fine, I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy. We should press on.

Despite his words, leans against Phillip's shoulder just slightly. Somewhat weary from the lack of comfortable sleep and the long hours of walking.

When we reach water we should really find some food, I'm star- WAIT NO!

Startles and lunges to his feet, dropping the flask and rushing back over to the edge. Eyes fixed on the hefty back bear beginning to shuffle onto the rope bridge.

YOU CANNOT CROSS THAT. STAY THERE! STAY!

Carlyle

bolts upright in confusion and follows Barnum's gaze, watching with incredulity as the large bear balances along the length of the bridge with surprising alacrity, especially considering its injured foot

Phin, I hate to say it, but I think I would trust that bear to make it across more than you.

the bear in question continues daintily placing one huge clawed paw in front of the other, distributing its weight easily on its three functioning feet as it makes its way across

It looks like it has done it before.

the bear reaches their side of the bridge and sidles over, giving Barnum an amiable head butt and snuffle, as if expecting another treat

Barnum

Stares in bewilderment for a few moments, absentmindedly moving to scritch behind the animal's fluffy ears and pull another berry from his pocket for it to lap up. After a minute his confusion bubbling into excitement

Well that decides it then. We are keeping her. The universe has offered us a tightrope walking bear, it would be rude to turn down such an incredible gift.

Gives the bear an excited kiss on the head, then turns on his heel and begins onwards once more

Just think. Perhaps we can train her up to fly the trapeze too. She will be a worldwide sensation, people will travel from across the globe to see her. She needs an elegant name, something that displays her grace and beauty. She is going to be a star.

Carlyle

falls in alongside Barnum, unable to formulate any further protest given that there was a certain sense to what he was saying

I suppose it would be easier to give her proper medical care if we took her home. But only until she is better and she can choose if she wants to return.

glances at the creature, which is now inching closer to Barnum's other side and making contented grunting sounds

Is it normal for them to show such obvious signs of affection?

Barnum

I just have a way with animals. And drunken playwrights.

Ducks over to press a kiss against Phillip's neck as they walk, then slings an arm over the bear, rubbing her soft fur. Chuckling softly as she presses her muzzle to his hand and licks his fingers

I'm going to call her Grylls.

Carlyle

grumbles good-naturedly and reciprocates by also head butting Barnum in the shoulder and nuzzling his neck

It's a strangely fitting name. I'm not going to ask where it came from.

reaches over and strokes the fluffy ruff of fur behind the bear's head

Lost in the woods and you still manage to recruit the unique and sensational. Was there ever a time you didn't have a parade trailing along everywhere you went?

Barnum

Chuckles and teasingly ruffles Phillip's hair at the same time as the bear's

I wish I could say that I was born covered in glitter to a band of trumpets, but it's far from the truth really. Before the Circus and the girls and Charity, I was something of an outcast. Society's scumbag. Then again I suppose I still am in a sense but at least a rich and famous scumbag rather than a hungry and dirty one.

Pauses at a moderately sized rock face, locating the easiest way up before continuing to climb a few ledges, easily followed by the bear who seemed to make the same trip in two leaps. Then pauses for Phillip to catch up, watching him with a slightly distant look

It is strange sometimes to look back and remember being that way. The child that people kicked stones at for a game, the one that mothers would shield their children's eyes from for being too dirty. It isn't like that anymore, I found a place in society that I fit into. But I spent a long time not fitting in anywhere and those feelings, well, I suppose they never quite go away entirely. There is always that fear that you might awaken one day to the same fate of being cold and alone.

Offers a hand down to tug the man the rest of the way up before continuing forward at a slower pace, giving his injured arm a rub irritably.

Carlyle

glances up at the direction of the sun and then points forward and to the left

Shouldn't be far now.

leans into Barnum's side as they continue trudging along, arm slung casually around his waist more for comfort than support

We might not have had similar upbringings, but I know exactly what you mean. That feeling of isolation even when you're in a crowd. I never thought there was a way out of it until you barged in. You're stuck with us for good now, I'm afraid.

Barnum

Grins and throws his arm casually around Phillip's shoulder

Wouldn't have it any other way. Even if we lost it all; the fame, the fortune, the crowds and adoration. I could still live the rest of my life happy because I am engaged to my best friend. and I can come home to him every day. Whatever happens, loneliness is a thing of the past now, for the both of us.

Steers around, watching the sun slowly starting to lower in the sky and beginning to feel the cold a bit more.

Are you sure it is this way? We have been walking all da-

Trails off as they emerge from the trees into a small clearing with a large lake, clapping his hands together in delight

I take it back, sorry for doubting you. Thank goodness for water at last.

Carlyle

heaves a sigh of relief and makes a beeline for the water's edge, depositing their supplies on a nearby rock along the way

It's about time. What are you waiting for?

scoops up icy cold lake water in hands and splashes face with it, then does it again for a drink

Barnum

Follows him brightly, eager to wash from the dirt of outside.

We should start a fire near the- wait what are you-?!

Smacks Phillip's cupped hands to spill the water before he can get it to his lips

What are you doing? Do you want to die of cholera out here? You can't just drink water you find.

Carlyle

blinks at Barnum for a moment uncomprehendingly, then looks back at the lake

It looked clean?

Barnum

Just because water looks clear doesn't mean it is clean. When I was a boy in my first job we would sometimes be laying tracks for hours and hours out in the hot sun without a thing to drink. Some men on particularly bad days would take gulps of water from the lakes and streams, which we were heavily warned against. It always looks safe but unless you want to spend your remaining few days of life curled up on the floor of a lavatory , I suggest you don't risk it.

Splashes a little water on his own face and chest to clean off, then moves away from the water's edge.

If we boil it, it kills whatever bugs are lurking in it. That's why the majority of America drink nothing but coffee and beer. Help me start a fire. You get the wood, I'll fix up something a little bigger than this flask to hold water in.

Carlyle

Fair enough. If I had known there was actual justification for subsisting purely on alcohol, I might adopted the rustic lifestyle earlier.

heads into the nearby brush to gather suitable fire supplies, emerging twenty minutes later with a bundle of wood tied securely with his jacket and several duck eggs wrapped in his bundled up shirt. sets down load, then places a large fistful of brown cattail heads on top

Found dinner along the way! These taste rather like corn when roasted.

Barnum

Arms and chest completely coated in river mud, lifts up a rather impressive large clay bowl lined with thick smooth leaves, filled securely with water.

A productive trek. A full meal alongside our new companion's contribution too.

Gestures at the bear, who is lounged by the edge of the lake gnawing on a large fish, a few smaller untouched fish in a heap next to her.

Thank goodness too, I think I could eat a horse.

Sits down next to Phillip and helps to arrange the fire wood in a heap, placing his bowl against the edge, then takes great joy in smearing his muddy hand on the other's torn shirt.

This is a good amount of duck eggs. We shall dine like kings tonight.

Carlyle

hours later, dinner now a comfortable memory, settles down in a newly built shelter, warming hands in front of fire

It doesn't feel as cold tonight.

pauses and looks out at the darkness

They must be looking for us by now, right?

Barnum

Tugs the blanket around his own shoulders a little more and lets out a yawn, gently pulling Phillip to lean on his shoulder

I hope so, surely someone will have sent a search party to find us. Our presence surely will have been missed somewhere.

Laughs as the bear plods over, curling up peacefully beside them in the shelter. He leans back against her huge hairy body and closes his eyes

I'm calling it a night. Guess it wouldn't really be so bad if they never found us anyway. It's not so bad, just you and me out here. No one to look at us strangely if we present our love. I could get used to eating berries and eggs for every meal if it means I never have to hide my love for you again.

Cracks open an eye and smiles at him knowingly

We should make the most of this freedom. Get in touch with nature. Make the most of the situation.

Tugs Phillip to lay on his chest

We could get married out here. Grylls could officiate. Everyone knows that bears are animals of god.

Act II fade to black

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queenofallcorgis · 6 years

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Summary: Phil knew the only way to bring his family honor was if he could slay a monster. The monster ended up being less...monstrous and more lonely. GreekSoldier!Phil and Gorgon!Dan

Warnings: Violence, character death

He wasn’t cut out for this.

Phil had known it long before he started this little quest. His armor felt too heavy, his sword sat awkwardly at his side, his feet ached, and the sun practically blinded him. He grunted as he pulled himself up a short cliff face.

The pebbles stuck to his palms but he brushed them off. Then he looked up and his breath caught in his throat. A deer stood before him, muscles tensed in preparation for flight. Its eyes were huge and locked ahead but they were frozen.

The entire deer was stone.

If he hadn’t known the creature that lived on this mountain, he would have thought it was a beautifully done statue.

With a deep breath, Phil edged his way around the deer and continued down the path. The further he walked the more statues he saw. There was a snarling fox, an old woman frozen with her mouth open in a scream, and a soldier with his bow raised to fire. Every one of them was frozen in place.

His heart pounded as he unsheathed his sword. It felt awkward and heavy in his hand but he was ready to meet whatever lurked on this mountain. Finally, he found himself at the mouth of a cave and just stared into the darkness.

He might have paced back and forth in front of the entrance for far too long before he slowly walked in. A few steps into the cave and Phil was incased in darkness. He squinted his eyes and slowly edged his way in, finally seeing a tiny pinprick of light.

The room he found himself in actually took his breath away. It was a large hallway with a dust covered marble floor. Candles glowed faintly in several chandeliers, casting a flickering light over the dozens of statues that stood. Animals, humans, and monsters of every shape and size stood frozen around him.

Carefully, Phil inched his way into the room with his sword at the ready. His heart pounded painfully in his chest as he stained his eyes to see any movement. After minutes had passed he started wondering if this creature even existed. What if it had been slain years ago?

Then a slight movement behind a statue of a bear made his heart jump into his throat. Phil gasped and spun around, smacking straight into a stone troll. His feet slipped on the dust and he went down hard, cracking his head on the ground.

Instantly it was black.

The next time Phil opened his eyes everything was still black. He lifted his hand to feel soft fabric wrapped around his head. His head ached and he felt nauseous, swallowing convulsively as he tried to sit up.

“I wouldn’t do that,” an amused voice called out when he reached to pull off the blindfold. “Not unless you want to be like the little crowd out there.”

He froze, all his blood turning to ice. The creature was in the room with him. He was in the same room as a Gorgon. Instantly he was terrified of getting even a glimpse of anything around him.

“So, you’ve come here to kill me? I’ll admit that you are the most pathetic attempt yet,” the Gorgon laughed and despite his fear Phil felt a blush creep across his face.

He floundered for something to say. “So you waited until I woke up to kill me?”

“You’re wearing a blindfold moron,” the Gorgon sighed. “I don’t just kill everything in sight.”

“Tell that to the collection of statues you have outside,” Phil spat back and the monster was actually silent for a beat.

“If you were just trying to live, not bothering anyone or anything, and soldiers came to your home, what would you do? If the only reason they wanted to kill you was to carry your head through the streets as a trophy, what would you have done? Sometimes the humans are the monsters and the monsters are just…trying to survive in this world,” he finished softly.

Then Phil was speechless. The monster sounded sad and for a moment Phil actually pitied him. Then, he remembered the graveyard that stood in another room.

“You’re a killer,” Phil grumbled and the Gorgon huffed.

“A killer who cared for your wounds,” his voice was low. “A killer who is still allowing you to live despite how rude you are being.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you keeping me alive?” The question had Phil feeling sick. “How do you know I wont just leave and come back with others?”

The Gorgon was silent for a bit. “You could but you wont. I’m tired and maybe just…I want to help I suppose. Lay down and rest, you had a nasty head wound.”

Phil heard footsteps and then the sound of a closing door. He remained sitting up, heart racing, as he rent through his options. He could just stay where he was and pray that the creature wouldn’t change his mind, he could fight, or he could sneak out in the middle of the night and run.

Well…he wasn’t much of a fighter.

For several hours Phil waited. He wasn’t even sure if Gorgons slept or if the creature wasn’t just waiting for him but he had no choice. Finally, he pushed himself to his feet and blinked away the nausea and dizziness.

The first few steps outside of the room were the most frightened Phil had ever been. The door had opened to a long hallway. Candles flickered in holders along the walls and, most bizarrely, mirrors also hung all along the hall. Anxiety grew as Phil crept down the hall, holding the blindfold in one hand and trailing the other one along the wall.

He made it maybe halfway down the hall before a flicker of movement reflected in the mirrors made him squeeze his eyes shut. The next thing he knew, he was being slammed into a mirror and the glass cracked loudly.

A cry of pain ripped from his throat and he heard a grown behind him. “I tried to heal you and you sneak off to bring more soldiers back to kill me?”

He was pulled back and then slammed into the mirror again. His hands scrambled at the wall and he kept his eyes firmly closed, too terrified to even breathe.

“You should at least look at the monster you want to kill,” the Gorgon’s hands tightened on his shoulders. “Open your eyes.”

“No,” Phil whimpered.

“Open your eyes!” The Gorgon shouted into his ear and Phil’s eyes seemed to snap open on their own.

At first all he saw in the mirror were his own terrified eyes. A line of blood trickled down from a cut along his hairline, streaking his too pale skin. Then, his eyes moved to the creature behind him. His skin was a very faint green with shining scales glittering on his cheekbones. The eyes that blazed at him were a deep gold with a slitted pupils much like a snake.

Then, his eyes drifted further up.

Coiled brown and dark green snakes rested on his eyes, flicking their tongues and swaying.

The Gorgon was the most terrible, monstrous thing Phil had ever seen and he had honestly never been more scared. His eyes burned from his effort to focus on the mirror and not actually get a glimpse of the monster behind him.

“Am I the nightmare you imagined?” The Gorgon sneered and tears filled Phil’s eyes.

“I…I just want to go home,” his voice cracked in the middle and the Gorgon froze.

The moments passed with them just staring at each other before the Gorgon stepped back, pulling his black robe tight around him. Phil watched his reflection as the Gorgon crumpled in on himself.

“I’m sorry…I…Gods I’m sorry,” he choked out and Phil felt just pity in that moment. “Just go.”

“And one of your kind wont be waiting for me?” He felt a little hysterical.

“There’s no one left. There is no one here but…but me,” the Gorgon finished in a whisper. “So you can go back home.”

Then, Phil realized why the Gorgon had kept him alive. He was lonely. The creature had no one and nothing around him. The only people who came were the people who wanted to kill him solely for their own fame and fortune.

“And what will you do?”

The Gorgon froze and looked at his reflection. “I’ll stay here until someone succeeds on killing me.”

And now Phil had a decision to make. He could stay with this creature who had shown him kindness even though kindness had never been shown to him. Or, he could return back home where people considered him a coward and no one cared if he even lived or died.

“Or I can stay with you?” His voice was tiny and the Gorgon stared at him blankly.

“Why?”

“Because…maybe humans are monsters and…everyone deserves a friend,” he breathed. “Friends that aren’t made of rock.”

The Gorgon just stared at him for a long, long moment. The snakes on his head even seemed to lose a bit of their vigor and curled in close to his head. Phil watched the reflection as the Gorgon seemed to fidget and then finally meet his eyes through the mirror.

“What is your name?” He asked softly.

“Phillip but everyone I know calls me Phil,” he offered a smile and got one in response. “Do you have a name?”

That got him a slight glare. “Of course I have a name. It’s Dan.”

“Nice to meet you Dan,” Phil was tempted to turn around because it felt so strange to speak to someone behind him but he knew the consequences. “So…what happens now?”

The Gorgon laughed until he was bent over. “I have no earthly idea.”

The next few days that passed were a bit awkward. They could only speak through doors, if Phil was faced the other way, or if they were both facing a mirror. Phil honestly wasn’t completely sure why he was still here and he could tell that Dan was wondering the same thing.

He realized that the cave was actually an ancient temple according to Dan. The God that was worshiped here had been forgotten and the temple was abandoned, perfect for someone who was living in seclusion. The temple still had rather nice bedrooms and an extensive library. Overall, it was not the worst living situation.

Plus, Dan was a good conversationalist and his dry wit was pretty hilarious.

“So…let me get this right,” Dan spoke up from the other side of a screen as they ate dinner one night. “You came on a quest to kill me in order to be a hero?”

“I’ve never been a…well, let’s say that I’ve never really brought pride to my family. I wasn’t a warrior or a soldier and I just thought that maybe if I accomplished this I could finally earn some honor for myself and my family,” Phil knew how silly it sounded. “But I hated learning to fight and I hated hunting.”

A laugh burst from Dan and Phil found himself smiling in response. “So, to avoid bringing dishonor to your family you sneak into a monster’s home by yourself?”

“That was the plan.” He heard Dan chuckling. “Wouldn’t you do anything to make your family proud?”

Then there was silence.

Phil instantly cursed himself. Obviously Dan didn’t have a family, not anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and saw a slight movement through the screen. “I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine,” Dan’s voice was short. “It’s just been a very long time.”

For a few long moments Phil went back and forth on if he even wanted to ask. Finally, he made up his mind. “What happened? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“I had a family once,” he spoke so softly that Phil had to strain to hear. “My father was a priest in this temple. Then, the god who was worshiped here wasn’t well known but still had some worshipers in the nearby village. One of those worshipers was my mother. She came and as time went by my father and her fell in love.

Well, as you know gods are jealous and petty. He didn’t appreciate that someone could love someone else more than him and he was running out of worshipers fast. When my mother got pregnant with me he cursed me in revenge and I…was born like…this.”

“I’m sorry,” Phil breathed and he heard Dan’s shaky inhale.

“They were the first two people I turned to stone,” he could hear the strain and tears in his voice. “The only other priest here was blind and the kindest man…in the world…he raised me until he died a few years ago and I’ve been alone ever since.”

Once again, a silence fell between them. Phil couldn’t imagine the guilt that had stayed with Dan for his entire life. He couldn’t imagine the loneliness that had consumed him after everyone he had ever known was gone.

Then a terrible thought struck him.

“Your parents…are they here?”

“No. I destroyed the statues. It seemed like the only kind thing I could do for them,” Phil felt a shudder. The idea of seeing his parents in a frozen state of horror made him feel a little ill. No one deserved what had happened to Dan. He hadn’t even done anything, neither had his parents. It wasn’t fair.

“You’re a good person Dan,” he finally said.

It was the most honest thing he could think to say. In his village he was seen as weak and often taunted or teased by others. Phil knew he wasn’t the traditional Greek hero and he never would be but with Dan he felt like someone who actually mattered. Here, he didn’t have to constantly prove himself only to not measure up.

“You are as well Phil.”

Weeks passed and Phil honestly could say that he felt more at home than he ever had before. He couldn’t imagine life without Dan reading from some book during breakfast or wandering through the expansive temple. He couldn’t imagine life without seeing Dan’s smile reflected in the mirror. He couldn’t imagine life without the swish of Dan’s robes or the hissing from his snakes.

And he wasn’t sure when he started seeing Dan differently.

Instead of focusing on the more monstrous parts of Dan he started seeing the beauty of him. Dan had dimples when he smiled, making him seem more boyish and innocent. Dan’s eyes looked like the beautiful gold jewelry that only the wealthiest could wear. Dan’s laugh and smile made it feel like the sun had just peeked out from behind clouds.

Their life was good.

So of course it had to all come crashing down.

It was late afternoon and Phil was preparing a rabbit for dinner. He had never been much of a cook back home but here he had quickly learned to be a decent chef. Maybe it was because he finally had someone he enjoyed eating with.

He was halfway through preparing some of the vegetables when a sharp cry of pain rang through the halls. Instantly Phil froze, fear turning his blood to ice. Dan was in trouble, Dan could be hurt. He grabbed the only thing around him that could be a weapon, a kitchen knife, and rushed out of the kitchen.

Phil was the first to admit he wasn’t a hero but in that moment he didn’t even think of himself.

Finally, he found Dan in the main room of statues. Three men hovered over him and Dan knelt on the floor. Shields blocked their view and Phil’s, keeping them all safe. One man had a long sword out and Phil’s heart leapt into his throat.

“Hey!” He shouted and the three men turned towards him.

“Lester?” The largest man asked in disbelief and Phil felt his heart sink.

These men were from his village. They were the men who teased him through his childhood and who laughed when he said he was going on a quest to kill a Gorgon. They had probably celebrated when he hadn’t returned home.

“Get out,” he tried to keep his voice steady and tightened his grip on his knife.

“This is too rich,” the soldier, Belen, laughed loudly. “You’ve been here this whole time? Why?”

A slight movement between them made the soldiers slam their feet into Dan and tighten their shields around him, making him groan. It sounded as if Dan was already wounded and the looks of delight on their faces sickened him.

“He’s no monster, he’s done nothing to you.”

Damen, the slender soldier to Belen’s right, sneered at him. “You went sweet on him? Have you honestly taken this thing as a lover?”

The three men laughed loudly and Phil lifted the knife, eyes narrowing. Belen smirked at his companions and slammed his shield downwards before walking towards Phil. The other two men blocked their view of Dan and watched eagerly.

“We all knew there was something off about you,” Belen swung his sword around and grinned. “Once your family finds out where you’ve really been they’ll be the laughing stock of Greece.”

“Phil!” Dan cried out, voice garbled. “Run! Get out!”

Phil knew that Dan could possibly get himself out of this situation. However, if he were to get away from the soldiers then he would put Phil in danger. He stayed there for Phil’s sake.

Belen swung his sword and easily knocked the knife out of Phil’s hand. Out of desperation Phil tried to charge him but the larger man sliced downwards into Phil’s calf. He cried out in pain and Belen easily grabbed him by the hair and dragged him towards where the others were.

“Do you look into your lover’s eyes when you fuck?” He cooed, shoving Phil to his knees across from the shields covering Dan. “Run your fingers through his hair?”

The men laughed and Damen reached in between them. Phil could hear the angry hissing of snakes as he grabbed a handful of them, holding his cloak up to protect himself. The men looked at each other and grinned, looking almost giddy.

“I do so love that moment when lovers meet each other’s eyes,” Belen said in a sing song voice. He lifted his shield up to his own face. “Let them see each other boys.”

The shields moved to block their own gaze but opened up to Phil’s. Panic stricken, Phil slammed his eyes shut and turned away. Belen grunted and kicked his side hard.

“Open your eyes,” the sick parody from the first night with Dan made Phil grit his teeth. “Do it or we will kill him slowly.”

“Don’t Phil,” Dan hissed and he could hear the singing of a sword being pulled from its sheath.

“Give him a little poke,” Belen commanded and Dan let out a groan of pain. “Open your eyes. You can either open your eyes now and we’ll behead him, a quick clean death, or we can flay his skin off bit by bit until he dies in agony. Either way, you both die. You just get to choose how.”

Dan let out a proper cry of pain then and Phil hesitated. There weren’t many options here. After years of pain the last thing Dan deserved was to be tortured to death. He could spare him that last pain.

“Don’t you dare Phil,” Dan breathed, almost like he could hear his thoughts.

“I can’t let them hurt you more,” Phil felt slightly hysterical. “It’ll be okay Dan. It’s not your fault.”

He opened his eyes.

Phil honestly wasn’t sure what would happen. Would he feel pain as the blood and muscles turned to rock? Would he feel himself slip away? Would he even get to look into Dan’s eyes before he was gone?

What actually happened was…nothing.

They stared at each other. Dan’s face was frozen in complete shock, golden eyes wide. The snakes that weren’t in Devan’s grip all froze as well and it felt as if they were in a painting. Nothing around them seemed to move at all.

For the first time, he was able to look Dan in the eye. They were close enough to even touch. Dan’s chest rose in a breath and when he exhaled he gave him a small, shaky smile.

“I told you to open your eyes!” Belen shouted and looked down behind his shield. When he saw that Phil’s eyes were open he frowned in confusion and lowered his shield.

Instantly, the fingers tightened in Phil’s hair and Belen stiffened behind him. He managed to let out a garbled cry before he went perfectly still and silent. Phil wrenched himself forward, wincing as hair was ripped from his scalp and turned to see a statue of Belen behind him.

Dan jerked himself backwards and knocked the shields away. Both men turned to stone instantly, one unbalanced and crashed to the marble floor in a shower of rubble.

Then it was silent.

They just stared at each other for what felt like forever. It was surreal just looking at Dan and not being afraid of turning around. Phil lifted one shaky hand and cupped Dan’s cheek. His skin felt cool and soft, much like the snakes that drifted across the back of his hand.

“How is this possible?” Dan breathed and Phil shook his head.

“I don’t honestly care,” he felt a silly grin spread across his face and leaned in to kiss Dan. The Gorgon stiffened and then completely relaxed against him, resting his hands against Phil’s chest. He could feel the feather light touches of the snakes against his temples but didn’t even care.

When he opened his eyes he was met with Dan’s golden eyes. He pressed his forehead against Dan’s and the two of them just smiled at each other, overwhelmed by everything.

“Unlike that stupid boy, I actually do love seeing lovers look into each others’ eyes,” a woman’s musical voice startled them both and they jolted apart.

A truly beautiful woman smiled at them just a few steps away. Her blue eyes danced with humor and her hair fell in golden waves down his back and across her shoulders. She turned to give a quick disgusted look at the stone that was previously Belen and then back to them.

“You’ve been wronged Daniel,” she continued. “Gods can be petty and foolish, putting their own desires above the ones we are meant to protect. Honestly, we are meant to be greater than humans but often we act too much like them.”

“Who are you?” Phil demanded, his body starting to tremble from adrenaline.

“Dear, my name is Aphrodite,” she extended her hands and did a little bow. “And I’ve come to right the wrongs.”

Dan didn’t say anything but he moved towards Phil, taking his hand.

“You were cursed because of love and the curse was broken because of love. Gorgons turn creatures to stone because of fear but we can’t fear the ones we love,” she beamed. “And Phillip, you would have risked your life to protect him. Love, in its purest form, is the one thing that can break any curse.”

She stepped forward and lifted a hand, letting it run through the mess of snakes before resting it on Dan’s cheek. “And you wont be cursed any longer.”

Dan’s knees crumpled and he would have fallen to the floor. A horrible, garbled choke came from his throat and Phil frantically lay him down. He looked up to see the woman gone but Dan’s cries turned his attention back to him.

“It burns,” he groaned, writhing in Phil’s arms.

Unable to do much of anything else, Phil just hushed and held him tightly. Could they have really gone through all this for Dan to die anyway? He looked like he was dying, back bowed and mouth open in a silent scream. Even the snakes on his head twisted in agony.

Then, the slight green color leeched from his skin. The scales along his cheek bones faded into faint freckles. The snakes continued to coil down further and further until they turned into soft looking curls. When it was finally over, he lay there panting but he was human.

“Dan,” Phil breathe, hardly able to believe what had just happened.

It was obvious that the pain had passed but it left Dan panting and trembling. Phil assured Dan he would be right back and then hurried as fast as he could with a wounded leg to the nearby hall and grabbed a mirror off a wall.

By the time he got back to Dan the other man was sitting up, looking pale but otherwise alright. He shied away from the mirror and then went perfectly still when he finally caught his own reflection. With trembling fingers, Dan reached up and touched his hair. Tears flooded his eyes before he let out a tearful laugh.

“I can’t believe it,” he laughed, continuing to pull at his own curls.

Phil nodded, tears running down his own cheeks. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling Dan in for another kiss, tangling his fingers in Dan’s soft hair.

“Do you think of me differently now that I look like this?” The teasing lilt in his voice came through the tears and Phil grinned.

“You were always beautiful.”

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Bella the Teenage Witch

Summary: What if Bella Swan was a witch? Taking advanced classes, Bella graduates from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry early. With her mother and Phil traveling so much she decides to move to the sleepy town of Forks and spend some time with her father, who insisted on her attending the local high school to make some “normal” friends. Oh how wrong he would be.

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Chapter 8: Discussion of Witches

I arrived home and of course waiting on the porch was Alice, she stood the moment she saw me and made her way forward.

“What the hell was that?” She exclaimed, “Are you insane?!”

I ignored her and went inside, about to make my way up stairs to Carlisle’s office. I could hear his soft and calm thoughts drifting through the house.

“Hello!” Alice exclaimed again, blocking my way up the stairs. “What was that about? Now you’re breaking into her house? You could have been seen!”

“I wasn’t and I wouldn’t have been.” I said, “And you know that.”

“Well then--”

“No, Alice. I need to speak to Carlisle.”

“But--”

“No! Later!” I growled and finally pushed past her, making it to Carlisle’s office door in barely a second.

Come in, Son. I heard him think softly, What could possibly be bothering you in this hour? And what exactly did you do? Breaking and entering?

I opened and shut the door swiftly and turned towards Carlisle. He was sat at his large desk looking over what seemed to be files from the hospital.

Always working... I thought.

“Carlisle.” I began slowly, now that I was here I wasn’t sure what to say exactly. “I-I did kind of do a B and E.”

He stared at me, “Okay...” He began and then asked calmly, “Swan?”

I nodded before plopping myself down in the large squishy chair opposite him and planted my face in my hands.

You didn’t? He thought suddenly.

I gasped, “No! Of course not!” I exclaimed.

I’m sorry, I should have known. Then what is bothering you?

I sat staring at my hands for a long time before I finally pulled out the little blue book I had stashed in my pocket and held it up for him to see.

He stared at it for a long time. What? I don’t? “What is that?” He finally asked aloud.

“I don’t know, it’s a book that Bella had.” I said slowly, “She had a lot of weird things.”

I watched as his eyes roved over the cover, which read, “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.” in beautiful gold script. There were intricate drawings of different creatures lining the edges with other nonsensical shapes surrounding them beautifully.

“Is it some kind of kids book? Like a fairy tale book?” He held out his hand, “May I look at it?”

I handed it to him after a beat, I hadn’t even opened it yet. I was too freaked out after what I heard.

Carlisle looked slowly through the book, then looked more closely at each page Bella had marked and stared at them for long moments.

This is an interesting book, why would Bella have this? Maybe it’s a coincidence? He thought

“What?” I asked

He glanced at me, “You haven’t looked in here yet?” He asked surprised.

“No, I had to get out of her house quick and I just ran straight home because I wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.”

“Why? What happened to make you leave so soon?”

I thought about everything that had happened and tried to figure out how to say it, maybe he’d think it was some strange inside humor between the Swans too.

I pushed my hand threw my hair and sighed, “Well, I was looking around... I-I just wanted to see what her room was like. What she enjoyed. I saw a huge bird cage but it was empty and well, that’s not odd I suppose but it was clearly maintained. Like there was a bird who occupied it usually.”

Carlisle raised an eyebrow and waited for me to continue, clearly not seeing where this was gong.

“And then I saw she had a pile of books near her bed. Some were pretty normal, like the classics but then there was strange ones... like the one you have. Spellman’s Syllabary, Monster Book of Monsters and of course that one.”

“Then an owl flew into her room, flying frantically around... probably because I was there.” I smirked at how animals tended to act around us, they naturally knew we were dangerous. If only Bella could understand that. Most humans did without knowing why they did.

“I hid in her closet as she woke up and she talked to the bird, like you would a pet. She was trying to calm him and began petting it. Her father came in the room and they had a strange conversation then...” I trailed off thinking back to exactly what they said.

What did they say? Carlisle thought interested.

“Uh, well. Bella said Hareton, that was the owls name, seemed frightened and that’s why he was making all that noise. Then her dad suggested not letting the bird out anymore but Bella said he’d be fine, that he’d been around more dangerous things back at her school--”

“Her school?” Carlisle asked

“Oh, yeah.” I said suddenly realizing he didn’t know this part already. “She went to some boarding school in Massachusetts, she said something about it being really old and having no electronics or electricity. I don’t know, her friends were grilling her about it, thinking it was odd.”

“Yeah that is a bit strange nowadays.” He replied thinking deeply, “What else did Bella and Chief Swan talk about?”

I sighed, preparing myself for the actual big reveal. Big reveal for us at least. “Well, then they started talking about the types of creatures who inhabited the forest at her school. They said, “Vampires, Unicorns and something called a Pukwudgie.” I said uncertainly.

Carlisle thought for a long time, his hands tented in front of him as he stared off into space.

Did they seem serious?

I laughed, realizing he was having the same train of thought I had had.

“I mean, it sounded serious. They didn’t laugh but talked as if this was a perfectly normal conversation.”

Carlisle hummed thoughtfully.

“And that’s not all, when she was back in bed ready to sleep she grabbed a-a stick or something and said “nox” and the lights went out.” I finished lamely.

“A stick?” He asked, confused.

“Yeah, I mean it looked like one? Maybe it was some weird remote?”

Maybe Carlisle thought, looking off into space again.

We sat in silence for a long while, both of us lost in our thoughts before Carlisle finally spoke again.

“Doesn’t nox mean night?” he asked aloud, “If I remember my Latin correct.”

“Sounds right.” I said, “But, what does this all mean?”

“I don’t know. I think if you’d told me all the other stuff and not the last part I’d chopped it up to them having some strange conversation we weren’t privy to the actual meaning of and Bella just liking odd things.” He said slowly, “But the nox thing is interesting. Why would she know Latin? Most teenagers don’t learn Latin and the lights went out too? It’s almost like...”

“Almost like what?” I asked, hanging on his every word.

“I-I don’t really know, what else could it be besides... magic?” Carlisle said uneasily, clearly not believe his own words.

I stared at him, “Magic? What... like witches and spells?” I blanched. “That’s insane.”

“Is it, though?” Carlisle pondered, “We exist, so do shape-shifters like the Quileutes. You can read minds and Alice can see the future, can magic and witches really be that far out?”

He asked it as if asking himself as well, we both sat in silence for a long time again. Carlisles mind reeling, his thoughts quick and blurred as he went back through his many centuries on this Earth trying to find a answer to his own question.

“I need to think, research and maybe contact some friends.” Carlisle finally said, “Do you mind if I keep this?” He held up Bella's book.

I shook my head, “I just hope she doesn’t notice, but I guess there’s no way for her to know I took it specifically.”

“Yes, we’ll give it back as soon as possible. Don’t mention anything to her, not until we know more.” He added quickly.

“I wont.”

Okay, you should head off... get ready for school. It’s nearly 6 a.m. he thought quickly as his mind again went off into it’s depths.

I nodded and left his office going straight up to my room to shower and change. I knew Alice and even the rest of the family would have questions. They would have certainly heard every word spoken but they thankfully were nowhere to be seen. I silently thanked them as I pulled off my shirt and pants as I stepped into the shower.

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Philinda Fanfic: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 6

RATING: T

SPOILER: This is set in a Universe where Phil quit his Tony Stark babysitting duties after the first gig and returned to active field work. So, basically their backstories stay the same until after the first Iron Man Movie.

SUMMARY: After her former partner Phil Coulson almost got killed in action, the traumatized SHIELD agent Melinda May returns to duty. She and Phil go undercover as contestants of the celebrated TV show “Forever Love” to catch a stalker and to trip a traitor.

NOTES: See Chapter 1. Again, I’m sorry this update took two weeks. Life’s still crazy and I don’t see it calm down soon, but i hope to get you the next update a bit quicker. But for now I hope you enjoy this! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT! You guys are just AMAZING!

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Chapter 6: Boundaries in which Maggie gets more chemistry

Another week, another group date for Diane…

“Loyalty and friendship are at the base of every great love, it’ll be my pleasure to introduce you to some creatures who have mastered these qualities - Eric”

The invitation card had arrived this afternoon while Phil was on a date with Meredith, a graphic designer from Florida. When Meredith returned, she was all rosy cheeked and smily. She couldn’t stop talking about how perfect Eric was and how she could really see herself spending a life time with him.

Which was exactly why Melinda hated undercover missions. Innocent people always got hurt, were always left feeling betrayed and foolish. And they had to fool not only those people but the whole tv watching nation of America too.

In forty minutes Phil would pick her up for group date with Katherine, Audrey, Anisa, Shia and Kristin. At breakfast this morning they already had discussed outfit options at length.

Melinda had opted for some tight jeans and a loose red blouse that showed some cleavage. The look would be completed by red lipstick and nude high heels. The shoes already stood next to her bed and Melinda glared at them before she went into her bathroom. She had just enough time to make a call to Hill.

She retrieved the cell phone from it’s hiding place and dialed. Not five seconds later, Hill answered the call with a sharp “Yes?”

“It’s me.”

“Perfect timing!” Hill said, “I couldn’t get anything from the card and Skye hasn’t cracked the laptop yet, so I went back to Dickface’s apartment. I found a key hidden between his porn.”

Hill sighed.

Melinda could practically see her shake her head.

“I really should’ve gone through them last time,” Hill said. “But who hides keys in their hidden porn?”

“You expect me to answer that?”

Hill sighed again. “It’s a key for a safe deposit box. I’m working on finding the bank it belongs to.”

“That’s something.”

“I have high hopes to punch Dickface in the nuts soon.”

That was the optimism Melinda was looking for. “Anything else?”

“No.”

“Then I better go.” It was always a risk to talk on the phone. Best case scenario, one of the other women would hear her and doubt her mental state, worst case, they’d find out she had a cell.

“Need to get ready for a hot date, ugh?”

“Bye, Hill.”

“But May …”

“Maggie is still fine. Worried but strong. We keep an eye on her.”

“Thank you.”

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Twenty minutes until he’d have to try his very best to please six different ladies on one date whilst also trying to not make anybody fall in love with him whilst on a tv show that wanted to watch him fall in love.

He already wore his date outfit, jeans and a crisp white shirt that he’d pair with a brown leather jacket. So far Maggie hadn’t urged him to change into something else. But then again, she had knocked on his door just three minutes prior, so he couldn’t be sure yet. Yesterday for his date with Meredith

He longed for days where he and May just had been in imminent danger to lose their lives.

But this was his assignment and as ridiculous as the setup might seem, the reasons behind it were as serious as ever.

He read the letter Maggie had given him again, “Despite my warnings you went forward with this fraud. Stop it now or Eric and his false new love will die.”

Same paper, same font as the others. This was the first one Maggie had gotten since they became involved with the case. And it was the first one that featured Eric by name. Unfortunately that wasn’t a real clue, it might just mean that whoever had sent the letter followed Forever Love on TV.

Ads for the new season were airing for two weeks now.

“Same old, same old …” Maggie said and crossed her arms.

“Maggie, this is serious.”

She snorted. “That’s the only reason I allowed my show to become an actual fraud.”

“We can still get you -”

“I don’t need a bodyguard. I’m not the one they’re threatening.”

“But they’re angry at you,” Phil said. They’ve had this talk like … twenty times now? And this letter made him even more concerned. “They’re writing to you,” he added. “This is personal for them and they might want to escalate. They might want to hurt you.”

She swallowed and stared at him.

“I’m not saying that just to scare you, I’m saying it because it’s a possibility.”

“I’m not scared.”

Liar. He tilted his head. “You’re not that foolish.”

“Fine, I’m a little scared.” She shrugged. “Mostly I’m just worried. Do you know how easily shows are cancelled these days? Do you know how many jobs depend on that show?”

Now she definitely sounded like her sister.

“We’re here to help,” he said.

“Know what would help me?” She raised a brow. He had seen that look on hill before. It meant nothing good for him. “Start paying attention to Diane. We’re trying to tell a love story here.”

Yeah no, he wouldn’t allow her to switch topic so easily. “Just one call and a bodyguard for you would be here within the hour, no problem.”

“Just give me my love story and don’t get shot.”

“Once was enough and don’t worry; Agent May and I will give you a show.”

“Remember these words because when this goes to the finale weeks.” She grinned. “I’m gonna need kisses with tongue.”

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The loyal creature who had mastered friendship were dogs. At least to this part Phil had looked forward to. Together they went to a shelter to promote it and to hopefully get some of those cute critters adopted. A lovely side affect was that with the adorable dogs around, not all the women’s attention was constantly on him.

Now he and Melinda took two of the dogs for a walk in a close by park. Phil handled a black, old Labrador named Hades whilst Melinda handled tall, a white and grey great dane named Betty, who kept trying to lick her hand as they walked.

Maggie, Rebecca and her camera walked in front of them. Phil ignored them as told and smiled at Melinda. “Betty likes you.”

“I like her too.” Melinda petted the dog’s head.

Hades tried to pull Phil over to a garbage can and Phil had to shorten the leash. “Wold you ever get a dog?” Suddenly old Hades made a jump just to get to an old piece of hot dog on the ground and Phil almost tripped.

Melinda grinned. “I’m more of a goldfish person.”

“Commitment issues?”

“Only when it comes to animals.”

“Have been hurt by them before?” He looked at her over his shoulder while he pulled Hades away from the gross piece of meat.

“No!” he told the dog. Hades gave him a heartbreaking look. Mentally cursing himself for being such a softie, Phil reached into his pocket and gave Hades a tiny treat.

Melinda stopped next to him. Betty sat down and leaned her head against Melinda’s upper leg. “My ex husband always wanted a dog but I never had that desire.” Melinda said and smiled as she scratched Betty’s head.

“You were married?” he asked - Eric asked. Phil already knew the answer. Hades sniffed at Phil’s hand and Phil rubbed his ear, which he seemed to enjoy almost as much as the treat.

Melinda nodded. “For four years.” Just as long as she had been married to Andrew. They had decided to stay as close to their real lives as possible. The more truth a lie had, the easier it was to uphold.

“What happened?” he asked. Hades lay down right on Phil’s feet.

She pulled up her shoulders and focused on petting Betty. “We weren’t a good idea from the start. He always saw me as someone as someone I eventually proved I could never be.”

Phil frowned at her. Was this Melinda talking or Diane? They had never talked about her divorce. They hadn’t talked much at all after Bahrain … And her private life had been off limits ever she had married Andrew. “I think you’re fantastic,” he said quietly. “I never met anybody like you.”

She smiled at him. “Let’s hope that the thrill of the new won’t wear off.”

“I don’t think it will.” It hadn’t in the decade he knew her. Not only did she still manage to surprise him, just getting to know her more made him fall deeper for her. “I can’t imagine it will.” Like he had told her last time, she was worth every wait. Not that he could ever tell her that as himself. She had set boundaries he couldn’t cross. “Any other serious relationship?”

She raised a brow. Betty lay down next to her. “One failed marriage isn’t enough for you?”

“I’m too noisy, aren’t I?” He snorted and shrugged. “Sorry, sometimes my interrogation training gets the better of me.”

“Have you ever been married?”

“No.”

“Ever been close?”

“No.” Maybe if things between Andrew and Melinda hadn’t worked out … but thoughts like that were fruitless. They had boundaries. They were partners. And he was just grateful she was here with him now.

“Commitment issues?” she asked.

“Just didn’t find the right one.”

She gave him the gentlest smile. “How about now?”

Damn his heart for skipping a beat. But other than that, this was exactly the set up he had been hoping for. “Could you wait one sec?” he asked her.

She frowned, but nodded. He handed her Hades’ leash. After he carefully retrieved his feet from between a now snoring Labrador, he walked towards the camera to get the rose Maggie had in a special flower case.

When he turned and brought the rose back to Melinda, she gasped in surprise and her cheeks flushed. Her eyes lid up.

“Diane, you amaze me,” he said and positioned himself in front of her so that Rebecca would get a good shot of the both of them. “I never met someone like you.” He smiled shyly. “I know I already said that but it’s true. Will you accept this rose and allow me to get to know you more?”

“Yes.” She beamed at him as she took the rose. Their fingers touched and he smiled right back.

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Maggie got in the car with him when they left the shelter. Squinting at him, she fastened her seat belt. “You’re in love with her,” she said.

“Told you we’ll give you a show.”

“No, I mean you’re in love with your partner.”

He mentally want through all his eleven tells and tried to suppress all of them as he looked at Maggie. Thanks to years of training he managed to control his face and just raised a brow.

Still, Maggie kept squinting at him. “It was all over your face when you gave her that group date rose,” she said. “And I think she’s in love with you too, how about that?”

What was he supposed to say to that? Melinda had always been a gifted actress.

Maggie tilted her head. “Question is, what are you afraid of.”

He smiled at her. “If we even have you fooled, your show is in safe hands.”

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catboygerard · 4 years

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colliding stars chapter 2 :)

ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/19828561/chapters/60381967#workskin

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Dan blinked his eyes to clear the bleariness of the early morning. He threw on a white buttoned shirt and pulled on his school sweater and cloak.

The brown haired boy took a quick look at Phil, in the bed opposite his. His roommate was fast asleep.

Should I wake him up? Dan thought, noticing that apart from the two of them, the room was empty. If Chris and Pj were up, it must be late already.

Before Dan could make a decision, Phil stirred, his black hair sweeping the white pillow. He propped himself up on an elbow and smiled at Dan, the early morning sun softening his features.

“‘Morning.” Phil said softly, his voice scratchy from disuse.

Dan waved and grinned, “I was gonna wake you up, but then you did it yourself so there was no need I guess.”

“We should go… down… to the Great Hall… to eat.” Phil said, pausing like it was an awkward statement.

Dan nodded, confused by Phil’s strangeness.

Phil dressed himself and the two Gryfinndor boys left the common room, wandering the long hallways of Hogwarts until they found the Great Hall.

The breakfast was different from the feast last night, there wasn’t nearly as much food, but still an astounding amount. Like the night before, Dan piled just about everything he could on his plate. He hadn’t realised he was so hungry until he felt his stomach rumble in anticipation. The food tasted like what he imagined heaven was. It was sweet and melted in his mouth. His absolute favourite thing was the cereal, while not a traditional breakfast item in Britain, it was Dan’s favourite snack, food, whatever you want to call it. They had small bowls of different cereals scattered across the Gryffindor dining table. Dan went straight for his favourite, Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes.

Chris and Pj were talking to some unknown student, but noticed Phil and Dan and headed towards them, waving.

He looked up from his food to wave back and glimpsed Phil, staring at him, his blue eyes seeming to fixate on him in the oddest way. Dan stared at Phil in return, the black haired boy took notice and broke eye contact, his face pink as he looked at his food as if it had started talking.

“What was that about?” Chris whispered in his ear as he sat down with Pj.

“No clue.” Dan whispered back, continuing to devour his food.

Students started to leave the hall, heading to their various classes.

“First-years get all the same classes as the first-years in their house, so should we all go together?” Pj asked.

Phil nodded and stood up, the pink in his face starting to recede.

The four of them walked to their first class, Care of Magical Creatures, with the Professor, Rubeus Hagrid. The tall, burly man that Pj had said was a friend of his family.

They walked out into the field that separated Hogwarts from the Forbidden Forest, a sprawling thicket of trees, ivy, and bramble that was forbidden to enter, hence the name.

Class took place in an area that was almost in the forest, a clearing with the towering trees marking the border. The clearing was already filling with students, from both Gryfinndor and Hufflepuff.

Dan stood next to his friends in the middle of the cluster of first-years. Watching intently as the Professor held out a small, spindly green creature.

“This is a bowtruckle,” Hagrid started, in his gruff, but gentle voice. “They live in trees and plants, much like stick-bugs. But these little fellas are magical.”

Hagrid said the last word with some sort of force that made Dan think the word was actually magic, like Hagrid had made ‘magical,’ well, magical.

The class droned on into a lecture on caring for and looking for bowtruckles. They all got the opportunity to hold the emerald green critter and ask questions.

The class was over before Dan could process any information and Chris had to take the bowtruckle from him and practically drag him away from his fixation on the small, branch-like animal.

The next class was flying, well on broomsticks, for Quidditch, which Pj informed him was a wizard sport that was the equivalent of Football in the magical world. Dan was put off immediately.

When they arrived at the pitch, Dan began to realise that Phil hadn’t spoken since this morning. He had continued to act odd even after they got to their first class.

Maybe he didn’t sleep well, Dan thought, That would explain his awkwardness, but why is it only when he’s looking at me, and why is he not talking?

Dan determined that he didn’t know Phil well enough to think this was out of the ordinary, but it was a stark contrast from the Phil he had met on the train only yesterday.

The day continued in a whirl, the four boys going from class to class, meeting Professors and other students. By dinner, Dan could’ve passed out. Phil was still acting odd. He would suddenly turn around and look fearful, or stare at Dan with a glazed look in his eyes. Pj and Chris were just as confused as he was, but none of them could figure out what was going on. They ate in silence, all of them tired and confused from the day’s events.

When John and Dodie called for all of the Gryffindor’s to head to the common room, they all did so.

Dan collapsed onto his bed, his eyes fluttering, closing and finally plunging him into darkness. The dark and quiet of his dreamless sleep soon began to change, the black morphing into spindly, hellish creatures with long claws. They feasted upon a body of a pale boy with raven black hair in front of Dan, but he couldn’t remember who it was, his memory was foggy. The fog became thicker and thicker until he couldn’t remember his own name.

A soft voice broke through the thick mist, turning loud, beginning to chant.

“One will come.” The chanting began, “One will come, he will come, he will scream, he will screech, and all will fall, he will come.”

The chant seemed to wrap around Dan’s head, digging into him, chilling him to the bone. He flailed in the grey fog that seemed to be getting darker and darker. His screams were silenced. And soon Dan was in a silent, dark slumber.

Phil woke up to Dan crying out in his bed. He glanced over, but as soon as he did, Dan stilled, whatever had bothered him was gone. The raven-haired boy laid back down, closing his eyes, thinking to the past month of being at Hogwarts.

Much of his time had been spent unnerved by odd feelings in his head, like blinding headaches that almost seemed to control him. Chris and Dan had asked him about it multiple times, and it was clear they were concerned, but Phil had continuously pushed it away and said it was fine. Pj had also been observing him, but the quiet half-blood never spoke of any concerns.

Phil’s head swam for the fourth time that day and he felt bile rise up into his throat like it did when he had his bouts of pain in his skull. He stood up and went down to the common room, where the hearth crackled and illuminated the place in a deep golden glow.

Phil sat on a chair with the lion sigils of Gryffindor embroidered into the fabric. He held his head in his hands as pain split through his skull, a chant of death calling from within.

It was all bloody prophetic wasn’t it. And it was Hogwarts, so maybe there was some dumb prophecy. But all Phil wanted was to spend time with his new friends and learn magic, not be the next Harry Potter.

Regardless of the implications of Phil’s visions, he had tried to make the best of his time. Especially with his new friends. He was also quickly becoming proficient at caring for magical creatures, much to the thrill of Professor Hagrid.

The pain in the tall boy’s head receded and he trudged back up to his dormitory, to attempt to fall asleep. Tomorrow was the first test of the school year, and if he went to class without having slept he would surely fail.

Dan was rolled into a tight bundle of sheets and blankets, seemingly in a deep slumber. Pj was sleeping under neatly made blankets, as if the bed was made on top of him. Chris had all of his sheets and blankets fully kicked off his bed. Phil smiled, the way his friends slept was truly representative of their personalities.

He dragged his feet towards his bed, drowsiness beginning to overtake him. The raven-haired boy flopped heavily on the soft mattress, pulling his blue and green duvet up to his chest and closing his eyes. He willed sleep to come, and minutes later he fell into a dreamless sleep.

It felt like Phil was blinking his eyes open to the bright autumn sun only a few seconds later. Pj was clambering out of bed, along with Dan. Phil could hear the shower water pattering against the tile in their little shared bathroom.

Chris must be showering, Phil thought, stepping out of his own bed and stretching his stiff arms.

He yawned and rubbed his still bleary eyes, sniffling to clear his nose. His head seemed clearer than it had in the past month and it felt so relieving. No more pain or horrifying visions. Phil smiled to himself and pulled on his white button-up and Gryffindor cloak. He turned to his small nightstand and grabbed his wand, shoving it into the pocket of his cloak. The boy then grabbed his red and gold striped tie and quickly knotted it around his neck, taking a quick glance at himself in the mirror in the corner of the dormitory and then opening the door to the common room.

Gryffindor students bustled about in the large lounge, some old, some young, many frantically scribbling on sheets of paper, most likely work for a class. The black-haired boy searched for Dan and Pj, who had left the room just shortly before he had. He spotted the curly mop of brown hair that belonged to Dan sitting near the hearth, with Pj sitting there too. Phil started to head towards them, but felt someone grasp his shoulder. He turned around to see Chris, hair still damp, grinning at him.

“Did you see Dan and Peej?” Chris asked, his gaze flitting across the room.

“Yeah,” Phil replied, pointing towards where their friends were sitting, “Over there.”

Together, the two Gryfinndor boys walked over to their friends and took a seat. Chris immediately began chatting with Pj about some new Quidditch team, Phil looked over at Dan, who looked as equally bored at the conversation as Phil felt. The ocean-eyed boy tapped Dan on the knee and gestured towards the exit of the common room. Dan looked at him, puzzled, for a few seconds before realising what Phil meant and got up, saying that Pj and Chris could meet them in the Great Hall for breakfast.

They trotted out of the room and into the large chamber strewn with moving stairs, miscellaneous paintings and various doors of different shapes and sizes. When Phil had first entered this hall, he had panicked, wondering how he could possibly remember where to go, but with the help of his friends and some kind older students, he had memorised where he needed to go.

Phil looked over at Dan, who was staring at a particularly gorgeous painting of a galaxy that was almost an imitation of Starry Night.

“Hey, we should go to the Great Hall, right?” Phil said softly, resting his hand on Dan’s shoulder.

The brunette’s froze, his face going slightly pink and nodded. Dan’s mouth hung ever so slightly ajar, but Phil couldn’t understand why. He shook it off, thinking it must just be because Dan was tired.

They trudged up the stairs towards a large, dark brown, wooden door and pulled it open into a hallway. Statues and suits of armour lined the hall and students stood in small groups, chatting, practicing spells, and telling jokes. Phil immediately felt self conscious walking by so many people, his face heated up and he felt the prickle of an anxiety attack coming. Then he felt a hand, gripping his shoulder, tight and grounding. He turned to see Dan, a kind smile prickling on his face, forming a little dimple on his left cheek. Phil felt his face flush, but this time with some feeling he couldn’t pinpoint. The calm solidarity of Dan’s hand was enough to bring him away from his thoughts of anxiety and the two boys continued down the hallway into the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was relatively empty, but Dan and Phil were earlier than they were most days, so it made sense. Phil made his way towards the middle of the Gryffindor table, where his friends usually sat and piled all kinds of food on his plate. Dan followed suit, heaping on all kinds of foods. They munched on their respective meals in silence, only saying something when Pj and Chris arrived.

Before long, the hall was filled with students, eating and talking before the first tests of the year began. Headmistress McGonagall stood behind the podium and called for the students to quiet down.

“Congratulations on completing one month at Hogwarts.” She began, her hawk-eyed gaze raking the tables of students. “As I’m sure you are aware, many of you have tests today, all of the Professors wish you good luck and hope for you to do your best. In other news, the Ministry of Magic has notified us of a sickness that has befallen students at magic schools across Europe. They say it is tied to magic and should any student experience head pains and strange visions, immediately report to the infirmary.”

Phil felt his body freeze, a strange fear overtaking him. He had felt the head pains and visions the Headmistress was describing. Thoughts circled his head, all of them ending in a question of whether or not something greater was at play. Every wizard had heard of Harry Potter, had learned his story, magical illnesses and fear was exactly what plagued wizards when Lord Voldemort had held power. Phil clenched his fists together and forced the thoughts away. He was just having headaches, nothing more.

“The ministry does not know if there is a higher power at play in all of this, but they have warned everyone to stay alert. If you see or hear anything, come to me or another Professor immediately. Have a good day students.”

With a wave of her wand, all the students began talking again, but the Great Hall had a strange fearful silence hanging over it, like a chandelier of terror, threatening to fall and crush everyone with its sheer force.

Phil unclenched his hands, noticing that his nails had cut into his skin, leaving red marks welling with blood. He rubbed his hands on his cloak and stood up, saying he was going to class early to study one last time. Pj and Chris nodded, going back to eating their food. Dan met Phil’s gaze, his brown orbs filled with some sort of question that Phil had no way of answering. To his relief Dan looked away and muttered a “see you later” and Phil walked away. His head felt like it was swimming, questions seemed to scrabble at the sides of his skull, like tiny monsters begging to be free, begging for Phil to understand what was going on. The pale-skinned boy just sighed and sat against a wall, shielded by a statue of a proud looking wizard. He held his head in his hands, feeling tears pricking at his eyes.

Phil sat there for what felt like days, when pain suddenly shot at his skull and he fell to the ground in pain, visions of blackness and death wracking his body. He convulsed in pain and fell still, eyes rolling back into his skull as the pain overtook him.

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glitterrhowell · 5 years

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Creature Of The Night

Title: Creature Of The Night

Series: Spooky week 2018

Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan

Word count: 2.2k

Warning/Genre: angst/death/kissing/blood/gore

Summary: Dan's skin is cold and doesn't have a beating heart that is until the night Phil Lester walks into the same bar as him.

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This is part of a collection of eight stories I have written over the last few months for Autumn/Halloween. I am titling this series spooky week and will continue to update every day up until Halloween day!

A huge thank you to my other half Christy (Fadingcrystalvoid) for being with me since the start of the series listing to me rant and proofreading for me. Also for last minute betaing all these stories for me!

If Dan had to guess he would say it was probably extremely cold outside. He watched the shivering patrons enter the bar and shrug off their heavy coats, ordering drinks and relishing in the fact that they weren't out in the cold anymore.

Any of this people would be easy prey for him. He’s done this countless times before, seduce some poor soul whose drunk out of their mind and take them back to his place. He wasn’t a monster, he never took advantage of anyone in their inebriated state and most of the time they passed out before anything could ever happen. And that is when he fed.

Over the years he had become accustomed to shutting off his emotions and getting what needs to be done, done. It was hard to feel anything when you needed to drain people of their blood to merely survive.

When he was younger - or when he was made - he had trouble stopping when drinking from his victims and it had gotten so bad that at one point he’d lost count of how many people he'd accidentally bleed dry.

For the first part of his vampire life, he had run with a nest of vampires that massacred the humans they fed on. They had been much older than him and had given in to what they liked to call their “natural Instincts.” They could care less about the innocent souls they took, and some of those taken were merely for the pleasure of it.

But that had ended one day when their nest had been invaded and they had been hunted down and slaughtered, just like the countless people they had slaughtered. As it turns out a small village nearby had realized what was going on when their people started going missing. They’d waited until one really sunny afternoon and struck, taking no mercy on the creatures who’d attacked their village. Luckily Dan preferred to sleep under the soil than “coffins” so he was left on accident by the villagers who had no idea he was buried in the backyard. The attack on his nest had been enough to “sober” him up enough to not turn his emotions completely off but enough that he didn’t have to feel anything while he killed his victims.

It was only when he had met his best friend PJ that Dan finally allowed himself to start feeling again. And it was PJ who had taught him self-control and started teaching him that they were no better than the humans and that they all could live in harmony with each other.

Since becoming a vampire, his sense of time has become distorted. He doesn’t know exactly how long he and PJ had been together but it had been long enough that they developed a strong friendship over the years.

About a year ago he and PJ had been out stalking the streets looking for dinner to push them over for a few days when they spotted a man wandering the streets. He was the only viable prey they had seen all nights so neither one of them had stopped to question why he might be such easy prey.

Dan had stood off to the side waiting for his turn to feed as PJ had been the one who had his sharp teeth sunk into the man’s neck. Out of nowhere the man had pulled a wooden stake out of his coat pocket and struck PJ straight in the chest. Dan had watched in horror as his best friend and mentor tumbled to the ground. The man had trouble pulling the stake out of PJ’s lifeless body which had given Dan just enough time to escape. Ever since that night, he was very careful about who he chose for prey, which is why he tended to hand out in bars and only taking home extremely wasted people.

Dan sat at a table in the back of the bar watching people drink and dirty dance and grind against each other. He had his eye on this one blonde woman all night. She had come into the bar alone and continued to sit there alone all night as she downed drink after drink.

It was nearing midnight and he figured he better make his move as the bar would soon be closing and he didn’t want to take the chance of losing a feed tonight. With stealth, he made his way up to the bar and stood next to the women. He was getting ready to make his move when a sweet cinnamon smell overpowered his senses. Whipping his head around to look he noticed a man who looked to be in his early thirties with striking blue eyes and raven black hair, that was pushed up into a quiff onto his forehead. He wore a red plaid shirt that Dan could see under his coat and a pair of blue skinny jeans. Dan's mouth watered with want, he’d never smelt anything as pleasant before.

The man walked right up next to him and turned to the bartender ordering his drink.

“I’ll have a margarita please.”

“Sure thing mate,” the bartender responded as he set to work making the man’s drink.

With the blonde women completely forgotten, Dan sat down next to him.

“I’ll have an old fashion,” he said, throwing a couple of bills at the man, “I’ll buy his too,” he said pointing to the man next to him.

“Oh no you don’t have to do that,” the raven-haired man turned to him.

“Honestly it’s no problem. I have more money then I know what to do with anyway,” if Dan could have blushed he would have at the ridiculousness of his comment.

“Well if you insist.” The man shrugged his shoulders now turning to the drink the bartender just sat down in front of him.

“I’m Dan by the way,” Dan shyly said.

“Phil,” the man grinned at him.

He and Phil sat at the bar for over two hours just talking, he’d learned they had quite a lot in common, well that was other than Dan was a bloodthirsty vampire and Phil wasn't. Not that he indulged this information to Phil. Over the two hours, the continued to drink, Phil becoming drunker as the time went on and Dan would have been too if he wasn’t an immortal creature.

Normally he wouldn’t talk and get to know his victims before feeding, it went along with not wanting to feel anything for them but Phil was different. Dan found himself forgetting about the constant hunger that he usually always felt. In fact, Dan found himself not wanting to feed on Phil at all, but instead drag him back to his apartment and instead elect to crush Phil at Mario Kart, which Dan was thrilled to learn was one of Phil’s favorite games.

Dan giggled at something Phil just said when out of the blue Phil leaned over and whispered, “How about we get out of here, go back to my place?”

Dan knew he shouldn’t agree but there was something magnetic about Phil that just wouldn’t allow him to say no. He hastily nodded his head. Phil smiled cheekily and paid the bartender for the last drinks they had just had.

The cab ride to Phil’s apartment was quiet but Dan knew both of them could feel the electricity in the air. Dan had never been nervous like this before, his hands shook and if his heart would have been beating he knows it would be rapidly pumping.

Phil paid the cab driver and took a hold of Dan’s hand, pulling him out of the backseat.

“So yeah, here it is.” Phil nervously rocked on his feet pointing to the building.

“So… are you going to invite me up?” Dan asked him nervously.

“Oh yeah, of course, umm do you want to come up?”

Grinning Dan shook his head yes. A relieved look broke out onto Phil's face, “Well come on then follow me.”

It didn’t take long before Phil was shutting the front door of his apartment behind him.

“Pretty nice place you got he-” Dan was cut off by Phil’s on his. Phil pushed him up against the wall his back landing with a thud. Phil ran his tongue along his bottom lip asking for permission. Dan graciously allowed him and Phil licked inside his mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance but in the end, Dan ended up giving it to Phil, melting into his touch allowing Phil to ravish his mouth and neck.

Phil bit his neck and started sucking a fresh bruise and Dan lost it, moaning and grinding his hard-on into Phil’s thigh.

Phil pulled away placing his hands on either side of the wall by Dan’s head. “Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?” he asked his voice husky and a bit breathless.

“Dear god please yes,” Dan babbled.

Phil grinned as he pointed him in the direction to his bedroom, “Go through the living room and the bedroom is the first one on the left. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Dan shook his head to show he understood and took off in the direction Phil pointed.

Dan was quite shocked when he entered Phil’s bedroom. They had talked for several hours earlier that evening so of course, Dan knew Phil likes Muse and anime, but it made it more real to see the actual evidence up on his walls. Not wasting any more time he laid down on the green and blue checkered bedspread and waited for Phil.

It only took a moment for Phil to come back smirking as saw Dan laying down on the bed.

Phil left his clothes on and got on the bed pushing Dan back and continued to kiss him like he had minutes before.

The lay like that for a while Phil on top pressing Dan into the mattress filthily and shamelessly making out. Dan groaned, “Phil more please,” he whined.

Dan felt Phil smirk against his neck and continued leaving spots. But he did take Dan’s hand in his and Dan’s non-beating heart fluttered in his chest. But before he realized what was going on, Phil had swiftly had his hand handcuffed to the bed.

“Hey what are you doing?” he whined pulling on the handcuff.

“Don’t worry love,” Phil smirked at him as he hooked his other hand to the other side of the bed.

“Hey no stop,” he pleaded tugging at the chains again. Dan had a fear of being chained up, not that Phil knew that, thus is why he was telling him to let him go.

“Phil I said no! Now let me go!” he screamed getting angry.

Phil ignored him as he rummaged around in his bedside drawer.

Dan mentally cursed himself, he hadn’t feed in a few days, otherwise breaking these handcuffs would have been no problem for him at all.

“Phil! I-”

Phil slapped him hard against the face. “Shut up you monster!” Phil sneered at him.

Fear coursed through his body, “What- what do you mean?” he stuttered.

“It figures you wouldn’t remember me.” Phil chuckled now, looking him in the eyes.

Dan looked at him with confusion.

Phil merely chuckled again, “ One year ago, Redman avenue?”

Recognition spread on Dan’s face, no it couldn’t be.

“Ahh I see you remember now,” he grinned proudly.

“You killed my friend!” Dan shouted.

“It was an accident at first, I mean I was just looking for someone to hook up with but what were the chances that I ran into one let alone two vampires? Only you managed to get away didn’t you Dan,” he glared down at him.

“Why are you going this? Why kill PJ?” tears sprung from his eyes.

“Dan I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out already. I’m a hunter,” he grinned proudly again.

Dan had heard of hunters before but never had a run in with one until now. Among the vampires, it was thought hunters where just a scary story told to the younger ones to scare them into obeying the leader of the nest.

“Please, you don’t have to do this!” Dan pleaded.

A silver glint caught his eyes Phil was holding a wooden stake with silver on it behind his back.

“But don’t you see I have to Dan! It’s my job, just like it was my fathers and grandfathers job.”

So Phil comes from a family of hunters.

“I've been searching for you for over a year it was just a lucky coincidence that I ran into you tonight at the bar,” he explained. “You wouldn’t believe my surprise when I spotted you at the bar, I recognized you instantly.”

“Phil please, I don’t hurt anyone, I only feed enough to live. Please,” he whispered pleading again.

“That doesn't change the fact your a monster and abomination!” he shouted. “I have to do this.”

Before Dan had the chance to respond Phil plunged the wooden steak straight into his none beating heart.

It was over fast and Phil almost couldn’t believe he had done it. He looked at the abomination below him, tears streaked his face. “Those tears are fake. He was a monster, it had to be done,” he repeated over and over to himself. He had been raised to do this and Dan wasn’t the last vampire he was going to kill.

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