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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P4

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“Someone turn the sun off,” Harry groaned as the alarm in the dorm went off-snatching Harry right out of his sleep. It had been hard to fall asleep on the cloud known as a bed-so Harry had taken all the blankets and moved to the floor-Gil joining him soon after.

“Good morning,” Gil said from above-having already woken up thanks to his body's alarm clock demanding he be up when the sun was. Harry glared up at Gil, who just smiled down at him. “it’s too damn early for yer sunshine ass.” Harry grumbled, taking a pillow and smacking Gil in the legs-burying his face in another pillow and hiking his leg up to go back to sleep.

“C’mon Harry, breakfast is about to be called and I wanna see what kinda eggs they have!” Gil whined, tugging at Harry’s limp arm. Harry just lay there-not caring for breakfast, fake snoring as Gil pulled his upper body up and shook him. “Harrryyyy,” Gil gave up after a few moments, sighing as he looked around the room.

10 minutes to breakfast, and Gil really really wanted to go eat, he was starving- running and sneaking around always made him hungry. Harry was nearly asleep when he felt himself get picked up and was suddenly blasted with cold water-that quickly turned heavenly warm.

“Gil tha’ fuck?!” Harry yelped, his boxers and tank top soaked as he sat under the showerhead-glaring up at Gil who just smiled, happy he had woken Harry up. “Shower-get dressed! The body wash smells like Uma!” Gil said, the last thing mentioned as an afterthought but it very much caught Harry’s attention. He groaned, standing and stripping his soaked sleep clothes, tossing them to the bathroom floor, and quickly showering.

The body wash didn’t smell exactly like Uma-but it was very much the same stuff she used. (though by the time it got to the isle-it was nearly empty) It made Harry feel just a bit less homesick.

A knock at the door made Gil get up to answer it after pausing the same cartoon he had been watching the day before. Gil greeted you with a cheer and you told him it was about to be breakfast, nodding when Gil said Harry was just getting a shower and they would be there in a few.

“Cool-see you there!” With that, the door closed and Harry shut off the shower, sighing as the hot water left him. Hot water-another thing these Auradon prats kept to themselves-for the isle to even get a warm shower-it took several barrels of boiling water.

Harry towel dried his hair, walking through the dorm naked as Gil stared at the cartoon, not caring for Harry’s nudity-having seen it more than once. Harry had long lost his shame-for more than one reason but he was also just comfortable with Gil. Harry shoved on a new pair of boxers and a ripped pair of black jeans.

He settled for something comfortable and casual, putting on a long-sleeved black shirt and a red flannel over it, attaching a silver chain to his belt loops, and putting on his multitude of rings. “Ye ready?” Harry asked Gil, fluffing up his hair and putting his eyeliner on as Gil nodded, already out the door by the time Harry tied his boots off.

“C’mon man wait up” Harry groaned, locking the door after him and jogging after gil, yawning as they made their way to the cafeteria. He could feel eyes on him, all ogling him, he peered at one girl with auburn hair-and she flushed as she locked eyes, and Harry couldn’t help but notice the wings that stuck out her back. He rose his brow at her and she squeaked, rushing off with a girl with long violet-black hair that was tied into a braid-she also had wings.

He never would’ve guessed fairies went to Auradon prep-he assumed they all stayed in neverland. Harry paused as he and Gil stepped into the cafeteria, mouths watering at the smell wafting through the air. “oh what is that?” Harry muttered, grabbing Gil’s sleeve as he went on his toes to get a better look-because being six foot one didn’t help seeing over the crowd of students who were rushing to get in line before the bell rang.

“I dunno, but it smells amazing-“ Gil muttered back, getting in line with Harry-smiling as you stepped in behind them. “Hey-what’s that smell?” Gil asked, and you peered around the line-beaming when you realized what it was. “French toast~” you hummed, rubbing your hands together as Harry admired your jet-black hoodie with designs on it that would make Frollo choke. “it’s one of my favorite breakfasts, it seems they pulled out all the stops too-I can see the cinnamon rolls from here~!”

Whatever cinnamon rolls were-they smelled fucking awesome.

Harry was practically drooling by the time they got to the front of the line-Gil’s jaw dropping as he took in the eggs lined up behind the staff in the kitchen-ready to be cooked to any students liking. “How you want your eggs darling?” a woman with a thick southern accent asked, her bright green eyes amused as Gil just gaped like a fish, looking over the menu full of egg possibilities. Harry snicked, planting his hand on Gil’s shoulder to peer at the menu.

How in the hell did this staff have time to make this many different types of eggs for-hundreds of students? “Just get the over-easy Gil, it’s what ye usually ‘ave at the chip shop in the mornin’” Harry muttered, and Gil let out an odd sound that Harry guessed meant thanks, Harry got the same thing-like Gil-the options were overwhelming and he needed something familiar.

Even if the eggs were fresher than hell and nothing looked more than five minutes old.

Gil got something called pancakes, and Harry got French toast; admiring the powder-covered slices of bread that smelled like heaven. They kept going down the line-picking out whatever they liked from the buffet. Hashbrowns, apple slices, grapes(Gil found a new favorite fruit, raisins be damned(they learned raisins were grapes just dehydrated)), bacon(one of the best things in the world Harry later decided), and one more thing that Harry would soon realize was heaven on earth.

Cinnamon rolls.

“Simanim rolls-“ Harry muttered, watching as Mrs. Potts slid a still steaming pan full of freshly iced rolls into the line and dishing one out each for him and Gil. Harry couldn’t help but notice the extra icing on his roll, but didn’t mention it, smirking as Mrs. Potts winked at him.

“Cin-na-mon-“ you corrected from behind, not in a condescending way-simply correcting his pronunciation. “Simanim-“ Harry tried again, unable to get his mouth around the words, and you laughed gently- sending a flush to Harry’s cheeks. “Don’t worry about it-I said nightbares until I was like-twelve, and I still say renember to this day,” You patted his back as you reached around him to grab a brown carton-the words on it catching Harry’s eye.

Chocolate milk.

He liked chocolate so far-and milk….milk had to be good here right? It wouldn’t be curdled or rotten like on the isle, because like hell bore-adon brats would drink that shit. Harry grabbed one of the cartons along with a bottle of apple juice and followed you to a table, once again sitting with Lonnie and another girl with a short bob and a big-ass ugly bow in her hair.

Bow girl squeaked-going pale as he and Gil sat down. “Jane,” you sighed, reaching out to stop her from leaving. “they’re fine-they won't hurt you-I promise.” Jane just stared, looking as if just a blink from Harry would kill her. Harry drew his gaze away-she reminded him of the pup(Carlos)-terrified of the smallest thing and looking as if a strong gust of wind would send her for the hills.

“You’re really pretty!” Harry heard instead of your encouraging words, and Harry snapped his head to look at Gil, pinching his exposed arm as Jane stared at Gil in shock. “Gil-“ Harry hissed, turning to Jane with a forced smile. “Sorry-he has no filter, no idea when ta’ shut up.” Gil just frowned, tilting his head.

“What’s wrong with what I said? She’s really pretty, ain't she?” Harry sighed, covering his eyes with this hand. He guessed all the smarts Gil had yesterday had left-and now only one brain cell remained. One brain cell Gil refused to filter his thoughts and always just blurted out the first thing that flew through his brain.

This time-it was saying Jane was pretty-so it wasn’t world-ending but still. Harry peered through his fingers at Jane-who was staring at Gil with her cheeks bright red, one of her hands reaching up to touch her face. “You-you really think so?” Jane asked, her voice quiet and-almost in awe. As if a boy had never thought or told her she was pretty.

“Trust me lassie,” Harry spoke up instead of Gil, who had his mouth full of eggs but was nodding anyway. “he’s got no filter between this” Harry pointed at Gil’s brain and then his mouth. “and this, ye heard Gil’s hundred percent truth.” Jane just stared at Gil, finally looking away after a few moments as he smiled at her-squeaking out something that sounded like ‘thank you’.

Harry huffed in amusement, cutting up his toast after spreading some butter and syrup on it(per your suggestion) and taking a bite. He paused, reaching out with his free hand to grab Gil’s shoulder. Gil turned to look at him, laughing at the star-struck look on Harry’s face. “Damn dude-that good? Want us to give you a moment with your breakfast?” Gil teased, laughing as Harry let out a quiet groan and then continued to devour his French toast.

You giggled, shaking your carton of milk and gesturing for Harry to do the same-which he did-following your lead in opening the carton and taking a sip.

This breakfast just had one miracle after the other-chocolate milk was almost as amazing as root beer. Harry licked his lips as he practically chugged the carton, not a chunk or sourness to be seen in his milk-only silky-smooth amazingness. You watched him amused as he tried the other bits of his breakfast-his eyes locking onto his still warm cinnamon roll.

“Go on~” you sang, using your fork to pull open your roll and show him the inside-wonderful gooey cinnamon paste mixing with the thick icing. “The middle’s the best part.”

Harry stabbed his cinnamon roll, making Gil snort through his egg, watching as Harry pulled apart the roll and speared the middle bit, shoving the very warm cinnamon bread into his mouth.

And Harry now knew what heaven was like-it was cinnamon, whatever the hell it was mixed with, icing, and warm sugar bread. A shiver actually went up his spine and he grabbed your hand; staring at the heaven-made dessert with wide eyes. You laughed, tears in your eyes as Harry stared at you with stars for eyes. “Gil, I think we’ve lost him,” you teased as Harry quickly went back to the blessing known as a cinnamon roll, tearing it apart with a ferocity only a boy deprived of sugar his whole life could have.

“We’ll see him in two to three business days when he comes down from-whatever this is,” Gil joked, waving his hand over Harry, who was completely enveloped in his breakfast, his arms crowding the tray-daring anyone to take his food.

“A sugar rush, that’s what this is.” you supplied, covering your smile with your hand as you watched Harry devour his breakfast, and soon there was nothing left and Harry was looking back at the line-swallowing as he found the section where the cinnamon rolls were. He knew he was allowed seconds, but he wasn’t sure if that counted for the cinnamon rolls-they might’ve only made enough for one per student.

Before he could think further, you were standing and skipping over to the line-holding up two fingers to Mrs. Potts who beamed and handed you a plate with fresh cinnamon rolls. Harry balked as you walked back over and slid one on his pate-spitting the other with Jane who had finally relaxed after seeing Harry experience a cinnamon roll for the first time.

All too soon-the bell rang-alerting students that breakfast had ended and it was time to get ready for class-which was in 10 minutes for Harry. Harry sighed, downing the rest of his chocolate milk and licking the icing from his fingers

You stepped in line with Harry and Gil to grab your book bags from your rooms, leading them across the courtyard to Auradon prep itself and showing them their lockers, handing them two slips of paper with their locker codes. Harry glared down at his code; he was horrid at remembering numbers-he would have to tattoo this shit on his wrist to make sure he remembered the damn thing.

But he opened his locker anyway-stashing the slip away in his pocket as he got out his 1st-period class books. First up-English. Fun. Harry sighed again, pausing in the middle of the hall as he watched you walk the other way. “Where are ye going?” Harry called, dodging a few students who were rushing to get to their class. You turned to face him, smiling a bit. “Attached already?” Harry sputtered and couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks as you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m pullin’ your leg-I have math, I’ll see you in chemistry!” with that-you were gone, off to your first class of the day.

Harry huffed, turning on his heel to catch up to Gil, pausing at the door of their classroom, most of the class had already arrived, leaving few seats for the two new kids. All those students turned to stare at them-whispering amongst each other as they did.

Harry forced himself to look down seeing a red-haired kid wearing forest green. No-no way-there was no damn way, of course, his first fucking class was with Pan’s kid.

“Ah-Mr. Hook and Mr. Legume-happy to have you with us.” Harry glanced up at his new teacher-who was a tall lanky man with soft brown eyes and a pointed nose, wearing deep greens and browns. “How about you take a seat right there.” He pointed at the set of seats on the opposite side of the room-far away from the Pan kid.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, daring to glance back at Pan-who was staring hard at him. Harry smacked the back of his head as he turned away-feeling a dangerously familiar itch there. ‘gods please, not here,’ Harry thought to himself, begging whatever gods were listening to let himself keep a hold of his mind.

“Is it flaring up?” Gil asked quietly-it being the curse Harry’s father had passed down to him upon birth, a curse born of Neverland and madness; whenever Harry got particularly angry or stressed-his eyes would go red and he would lose touch with reality and himself, losing himself into violence and blood.

Only once did he fully lose control, and it didn’t end well for the person who had tried to take his little sister.

Harry nodded, biting his cheek to bring himself back down to earth-doing his best to ignore the Pan kid-if he looked at them, he was sure he would lose control and Gil would have to knock him out to keep him from hurting anyone.

And then he would surely be sent back to the isle, he wasn’t ready to face his father again-not after feeling freedom for the first time-it had only been a day. So Harry took several deep breaths, messing with the point of his hook(honestly how had he been allowed to keep it so far?) until that pressure at the back of his head went away.

Deep breaths until the whispers went away.

Harry jolted back to attention as the teacher, professor. Thatch the blackboard said, clapped his hands-pushing up his glasses as he welcomed his 1st-period class. “Good morning guys, welcome back, and welcome to” he nodded to Harry and Gil then-turning back to address the whole class afterward. “History of Auradon, now as I mentioned-we will be learning beyond Auradon-as I do believe learning the history of other nations and kingdoms give benefit to a growing mind-so! Today, we’ll start with the history before Auradon, before Fairy godmother and the other grand fairies of the land cast the spell to converge our many lands together to create the USA.”

Now, this was news to Harry, Auradon didn’t use to all be one kingdom? They were separate at one point? Harry could tell many other students in the room were coming to the same realization-gasping slightly at Professor Thatch; which he beamed at, happy to teach something new. “yes-you heard me correctly, Auradon used to be hundreds of separate kingdoms, all separated by sea, land, mountains, forests-everything was hundreds of miles apart until twenty years ago when our king Adam and the grand fairies made a deal to unite the kingdoms and create a strong singular kingdom to protect its people from Evil. At the same time-the isle was created, built from the ground up from an island that had long sunk to the bottom of the sea-the isle of the lost was actually originally known as; the Isla de muerta, or when roughly translated into English; the Island of Death.”

Harry perked up again-Isla de muerta, or more correctly known as Isla de la Muerte, was a legendary island from pirate lore-said to be cursed by Aztec treasure that had been cursed by the gods after Hernán Cortés angered them- the isle only to be found by those who already knew where it was.

Many of those cursed by the treasure-were now on the isle again without even knowing it-one being Hector Barbossa himself.

Harry-for the first time-was entranced in a history lesson, his eyes glued to the professor as he spoke energetically of how and when FG and King beast had created the deal and spelled the separate kingdoms into one. By the time the bell rang-Harry was actually disappointed-wanting to hear more from Professor Thatch.

The professor seemed to feel the same way, sighing as he clapped his hands. “Well-that’s it for today, by the end of this week we will have a quiz on this topic! Study hard and have a good rest of your day! And remember your homework!” Harry and Gil waited until the rest of the class had left to make their way out-wanting to avoid the chaos of the halls as they went their separate ways, Harry to math class(joy) and Gil to safety rules for the internet.

Harry felt a deep pit of dread collect in his gut as he traveled to his next class, swallowing hard as he stared up at the class number that hung above the doors. He hated math-he had always been horrid with numbers-but thankfully he never really needed it on the isle and skipping class was something ‘smiled’ upon at serpent prep.

He was sure if he skipped here, he would get in a lot of trouble. So Harry sighed, straightened his back, and stepped into the class-pressing his lips together as he looked around the room.

This class was set up differently than the last-history was almost theater like-with rows and rows of seats sitting higher up on each lever-this class had separate desks spread across the room. Harry was somehow the first there, and he stepped further in-swallowing as he made eye contact with the teacher. She was tall and thin, with long curly black hair and deep brown skin-her eyes golden brown-wearing soft yellows and pinks.

She almost reminded him of Uma.

She smiled, and Harry frowned back, feeling uneasy. “Harry right?” she asked, and Harry nodded, crossing his arms as she gestured into the room. “Welcome to math class sweetheart-take a seat-I don’t do assigned seating. I’m Jennifer Honey.”  Harry nodded again, muttering his full name-realizing she already knew it-and quickly took a seat at the back as more students moved into the room behind him.

Lonnie sat next to him with a beaming smile and Harry relaxed a bit-even if she was an Auradon brat-at least he had someone familiar in this class. “Hi Harry,” she whispered and he hummed back, his leg bouncing as Ms. Honey welcomed each student into the room, that warm smile still on her lips.

The teacher was nice-but as class started-Harry realized he was in for an infuriating time. Time and time again, his father, sister, Uma, and his uncle Smee had tried to teach him any sort of math-and time and time again, he just-couldn’t grasp the concept, he understood the absolute basics, but anything bigger than that? And he would fizzle out like a wet candle, burned down to frustrated tears and a pit in his chest.

Every once in a while-he would finally grasp a concept-like when Uma was attempting to teach him basic algebra when they were 13-and Harry practically jumped for joy for finally understanding-and yet the next day-it was gone, slipping through his fingers as he desperately tried to understand the question in front of him.

He gave up around 14, done with it all and done with how he just couldn’t get anything to stay in his brain. And as Ms. Honey started to write on her blackboard, Harry knew it would only end the same way it did years before, with Harry cursing himself out and tearing the math book to pieces.

Even now-the numbers and equations Ms. Honey wrote down were blurring in front of Harry’s eyes, turning to a mess of switched numbers and a headache at the back of Harry’s head. Harry sighed, looking down at his notebook and staring to doodle-knowing there was no point if he couldn’t even read the questions.

Harry noticed the small screen that sat under his math book on the desk, showing the blackboard Ms. Honey was writing on. Harry shoved his notebook over it, doodling until Uma showed up on the pages, her braids flowing over her shoulders and back as she rolled her eyes at his math class.

He missed her.

Soon a paper was shoved in his face by the student in front of him-and Harry’s blood went cold as he took it. A fucking test.

Great-just great-maybe he should’ve paid attention.

He felt that itch and pressure at the back of his head again as he stared down at the test-years of stress and frustration over math coming back in a single moment and Harry considered ripping the test up and telling Auradon math to fuck off. But he had to be on his best behavior if he didn’t want to make anyone suspicious and picked up a pencil, his hand buried in his hair as he glared down at his paper.

He couldn’t even understand the first fucking question-all the odd symbols and letters refusing to make sense. He tried to do something-get some numbers on the paper but he didn’t even know where to start-didn’t know what anything meant. He could barely recognize the words on the paper asking him the questions.

Eventually, he just gave up, he dropped his pencil and sighed; covering his face with his hands and just sat there-feeling Lonnie and Ms. Honey’s eyes on him as his leg continued to bounce, his hook that was attached to his hip bouncing with it. When Ms. Honey’s timer went off-everyone handed their tests back up to the front, Harry glaring off into a corner, shame burning in his chest.

“Remember, this test has nothing to do with your grade-I just wanted to see where you all stood so I can teach you all in the best way possible for you, now move along! I’ll see you all tomorrow!” and just like that-the bell rang and Harry was the first up, grabbing his bag and running out of the room-ignoring the burning eyes on his back as he rushed to his next class; life without magic.

He nearly slammed into Mal on his way down the hall, glaring down at her as she stumbled to regain her balance. She turned to glare at him but paused when she saw his eyes, her brows furrowing into heavily concealed concern. “Your eyes are red.” She whispered, his curse was something well known on the isle-some didn’t believe it-like Mal’s mother-but Mal had seen it time and time again when they were all younger, and Uma had been Mal’s friend and Harry hung around them to be with Uma.

Mal knew how dangerous it was-and how dangerous it could be not partially blocked by the barrier. “And?” Harry snarled, just wanting to get away from the school already-but again, first day. Wouldn’t do well to disappear only 2 hours into the day. Mal just stared, then shook her head, passing him up to go into the classroom.

Harry took a moment to force himself to calm down-which didn’t really work-and slid into the room, huffing as he noticed the only open seat without a name was the one next to Mal. And it was at the front of the class-great.

Harry stomped over next to Mal and plopped down-grumpily resting his chin in his palm as he glared off into a corner, ignoring Mal’s sigh as she got out her books. Harry realized the class looked like a kitchen, with a sink between him and Mal and the desks were practically cutting board counters.

“huh,” Harry muttered-snorting as he saw the teacher fly in-it was a short woman dressed in blue with small wings, jet black hair, and a round face. Mal groaned and slammed her face into the desk.

The teacher was fucking Merryweather-one of the three good fairies Mal’s mom detested. Oh how fucking hilarious-okay-all thoughts of horrid math were gone-now he got to enjoy Mal’s suffering.

10/10 day.

And they were cooking! Not only that-baking!!! Fuck yes best day. It was a well-guarded secret that Harry liked to cook, only Uma, Gil, and his sisters got the privilege to eat what he made-and even on the isle-he was a damn good cook. More than once he took over for Cook back at the chip shop when she was unable to make it, he never minded it-able to hang out with Uma and help her out at the same time.

Harry snickered as Mal hid behind her book-not wanting to be seen by the blue fairy, glaring at him as he laughed quietly. Her glare softened as she watched the red disappear from his eyes and she rolled her eyes-ignoring the fact that the tightness in her chest went away at the sight of it. She would never admit she was worried for him; they were enemies after all, and she would applaud for the day he got his ass kicked.

Never-no way would she ever admit to being relieved to see Harry relaxing, especially if it meant her suffering.

“Good morning students!” Merryweather said with a clap of hands and then smoothing down the apron she wore. “And welcome to Life without magic, today-bread! A staple in any home life, plus it’s delicious. Today we make the dough and tomorrow-we bake! Let’s get started.”

Harry decided he liked this class so far, getting his hands messy, flour in his hair, and watching Mal struggle to get her dough to pull together, everything was actually pretty fun. And by the end of the class-he and everyone else were putting their rounds of dough into the riser at the back of the class and they would bake their bread the next day as Merryweather said.

Harry cleaned up, snickering at Mal’s mess, she was covered in flour and was glaring at the mess of dough on her fingers-sticking to the rings she hadn’t taken off like Harry had. Harry grabbed his notes and slid them into his bag, looking up as Merryweather clapped her hands and gestured around the room to her students. “great job guys, for this week-your homework, is finding recipes you want to make and by the end of the week-you’ll make them for me during class-see you tomorrow!”

And once again, the bell rang and everyone filed out, Mal still picking flour and dough from her hair, grumbling as she followed Harry-using the wide berth everyone gave him and Mal to keep from getting pushed into the crowd. “And yer followin’ me why?” Harry asked, just wanting to get to lunch already and not be around her till remedial goodness.

Mal just rolled her eyes, skipping around and ahead-colliding with Evie who gasped at Mal’s appearance-tugging her off to a bathroom to fix her up. Harry felt a now familiar presence step next to him and he looked to his side to see you, giving him a small smirk. “How was your morning?” you asked and Harry blew his bangs out of his eyes-glaring at nothing as you pouted at his response. “oh, that bad?”

Harry shrugged, tilting his hook back and forth. “Not really, just math class sucked, I hate it-can’t understand it.” You nodded in agreement, waving to Gil as he ran up to walk on Harry’s other side. “History and life skills was pretty fun though, I got to make bread.”

You clapped; happy he had found something fun to do today. “Awesome! Bread is so fucking good, especially homemade bread, speaking of bread-lunch!” with that-you were off to the cafeteria-Gil and Harry close behind-Gil looking very excited for Lunch, he had been starving since Chemistry.

Today's lunch was every sandwich under the sun, from the bread to vegetables, everything was customizable, and several lunch ladies made every sandwich from the base up for the students. Harry blanked out for a moment at all the options then settled on a turkey sandwich with bacon~.

He grabbed a bag of chips, apple slices, and a root beer before sitting down with you and Gil at a nearly empty table; Jane and Lonnie once again joining them. “hi Gil,” Jane whispered, smiling shyly as he beamed back. “hi Jane!” he said with his mouth full, mayo and crumbs on the corners of his mouth. But Jane didn’t seem deterred at the sight, only giggling a bit.

Harry smirked behind his fist-knowing exactly what that giggle meant-he had heard it time and time again from the many girls of the isle who had crushes on him and Gil-the little bluebird had a crush on Gil-and he was oblivious as ever.

He shared a look with you and Lonnie, who both held the smirk as him, all laughing quietly as Jane continued to stare at Gil with pink cheeks and a shy smile.

Harry perked up as you suddenly gasped, taking out a box from your bag and setting it in front of Harry. “For you-leftovers from this morning~” you sang, laughing as Harry popped open the box and stabbed the cinnamon roll with a fork-grinning manically as he tore out the middle and stuck it in his mouth-his eyes closing as he savored the amazingness of the cinnamon roll.

“Thank you,” Harry said and absolutely meant it. Gil look surprised to hear that coming from Harry-but just laughed it off and went back to his food, asking Jane about what she liked about the school and her favorite way to eat eggs.

Jane seemed surprised to hear him actually talk to her but answered anyway-the pink in her cheeks getting darker as she twirled a short strand of hair around her finger-a small frown forming as she noticed her ‘ugly’ bob.

As Gil and Jane talked-Harry listened to you and Lonnie, well-not really listen-mostly zone out while he ate his sandwich and cinnamon roll. He took an apple slice, dipped it in the caramel provided(another thing he proclaimed was from heaven), and took a bite-hearing the crisp crunch of the apple as he bit it in half. Damn-who knew apples could be crisp? All they got on the isle were squishy ones they used to make cider.

Gross cider-but cider nonetheless.

All too soon lunch was over-it was only an hour long-and Harry realized they had remedial goodness right after it. Harry groaned, rubbing his face as he and Gil made their way to the class-the other vks behind them. All six of them were not excited about this-a solid hour with FG? With her-bubbliness and sickly smile? And baby talk!? Gods Harry would rather be in the isle stocks for three days again than do this-anything would be better than this.

The six vks filed into the room-way too many desks in there for just the six of them-Mal and her gang sat in the direct middle-spread out between the two inside desks. Harry and Gil sat at the back-nearest to the exit.

FG beamed at the sight of them-holding a wooden dowel and pointing it at the backboard behind her, where the words ‘welcome to remedial goodness’ were written. “welcome to remedial goodness 101~ as you know, im fairy godmother-and I hope through these classes; you will be able to make the correct choices and be your best while in Auradon.”

Mal and Harry let out quiet groans, Harry sliding down his chair and closing his eyes as Mal got out several pieces of scratch paper to draw on as FG began to write on the board. Things like ‘mouths are for smiling not biting’ and ‘sharing is caring’ were the first things to go on, and Gil made a small noise-wondering who had bitten someone already.

Probably Mal. She had the fangs for it.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” FG asked, now standing before two sets of questions, using her wooden dowel to point at the first one. “you see something you like at the market; do you A? steal it? B? buy it? C? break it? Or D; set the stand on fire?”

Harry audibly snorted at the last ‘answer-coughing as he laughed. Because oh my gods, that escalated so quickly! FG raised her brows at him, as if waiting for something and Harry shook his head, waving her eyes off. “I’m good-I’m good.” Harry giggled, patting his chest since he had inhaled spit thanks to his snort. Gil laughed quietly with him-getting the joke a bit late but laughing all the same.

Ja raised his hand, smirking as he did and FG happily pointed at him. “A, steal it.” Jay said-so sure that was the correct answer, and FG shook her head. “Incorrect.” Jay frowned-but-that’s-what? huh? Mal let her head drop-sighing a bit as she looked up from her drawing. She raised her hand and FG pointed at her. “B, buy it.” Mal grumbled and went back to her art as FG beamed and nodded.

“Correct~! Next question, you find a wallet with two hundred dollars in it, do you A? turn it over to the proper authorities? B? look for its owner? C? steal it? Or D; buy some new shoes with it?”

Evie’s hand popped up and FG nodded. “D, buy new shoes~” Evie sighed dreamily, imagining the shoes she could buy with 200 bucks. FG clicked her tongue and shook her head-and Evie frowned, but-new shoes? Mal once again sighed and raised her hand-answering with the ‘correct’ answer, which really was both A and B-which Mal did say. “A and B, look for its owner and turn it in to the proper authorities.” Mal muttered, ignoring the beaming pride on FG’s face.

Carlos let out an impressed huff, wondering how Mal was getting all these questions correct so easily?

“Wonderful, next one! You’re sailing the ocean and find treasure on an unmarked island, do you A? take it for yourself? B? leave it there? C? report your findings? Or D; mark it on your map and come back later for it with a permit?”

Gil and Carlos’ hands popped up, and FG pointed back at Gil. “B, leave it there?” Gil said-phrasing it like a question since he wasn’t sure that’s what he should do. Harry groaned, reminding himself never to let Gil go treasure hunting. FG smiled a bit and nodded. “Yes-that’s one of the things you could do, but the best thing to do is C or D, that way you could legally keep the treasure for yourself~!”

Gil let out a small gasp of awe, clapping his hands a bit as Harry sighed and let his head tip back-closing his eyes and wishing for the hour to be up already.

“If someone hands you a crying baby-do you A? curse it? B? lock it in a tower? C? give it a bottle? Or D; carve out its heart?”

Harry snapped up to stare at FG with wide eyes-both in ‘dear god that is the stupidest question in the world’ and ‘oh my god that got so dark so quickly

Evie raised her hand-and FG beamed, gesturing for her to speak. “Evie~” FG sang, her smile dropping as Evie just asked what was the 2nd answer again. “oh-okay, anyone else?” the vks were silent-unsure of the answer as Mal continued to doodle, her eyes drawn up as FG called her name gently.

“C, give it a bottle.” Mal muttered, dropping her eyes again as FG cooed at her. “correct, again~” Carlos let out an impressed whistle, turning to Mal as she rolled her eyes. “you are on fire girl?” he said as Mal scrunched her face up-wondering how they were failing to understand the questions. “just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun?” Mal said as if it was obvious, and it was-since everyone let out a small gasp and Evie muttered that it made so much sense.

Mal mocked them with a gasp of her own and went back to her art.

Gil perked up as he saw Jane walk past him and Harry-she smiled at him and squeaked in fear as she squirreled past the main four, Mal quickly noticed the resemblance between her and FG as Jane quickly shoved a clipboard into her hands-knocking Evie with her elbow to get her attention.

Harry opened his eyes as he heard a now familiar snort, smirking as he saw you walk by, looking down at him amused with several files in your hand. “That boring?” you mouthed to him and he mimicked shooting himself in the mouth, smiling as you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

Gil smirked, glancing between the two of you as Harry kept staring at you, watching as you handed FG the files while FG introduced her daughter to the vks. “Everyone here remembers my daughter, Jane?” Jane nearly panicked at her mother's words, turning to her with a begging plea. “Mom, no!” Jane gasped, clenching her jaw as FG turned her to face the vks-the only one she didn’t feel a stabbing fear for was Harry and Gil-who just stared back. “It's okay. Jane, this is everyone~”

Gil looked a bit concerned, which sent her heart racing for reasons other than fear. “hi-“ she whispered to the main four, who were just staring at her, Mal practically staring into her soul. “that’s okay-don’t mind me, as you were!”

Jane quickly sped past them with a squeal, her cheeks turning pink as Gil said bye to her with that big grin of his.

FG went to put the files you had given her on the lectern when you grabbed her attention-signaling for her to lean down so you could talk. “Yes?” she asked quietly, nodding as you spoke. “They’re teenagers, not toddlers-don’t treat them like kindergarteners who can’t stop themselves from eating paste.” FG hummed; nodding-she hadn’t tried that! Maybe she would get more of a response from Harry and Mal if she did. “Good idea,” FG whispered back, sending you off with a wave.

You winked at the vks, mouthing ‘you’re welcome’ to them as you walked past, Harry’s eyes zoning onto the cookies you pulled from your jacket pocket as you walked out.

Harry caught the pack of cookies you tossed back at them-sharing a devilish grin with Gil who laughed quietly, you always seemed to have some sort of snack on you-most of which you shared with Harry.

“let's continue,” FG said, turning back to the blackboard. “you find a vial of poison;” Thank god she stopped with the baby talk. “Do you A? put it in the king's wine.” Oh, Harry would very much love to do that. His damn fault he was on the isle in the first place. “B? paint it on an apple?” Evie and Mal shared a giggle at that. “or c? turn it over to the proper authorities?”

With Mal’s advice-everyone was now sure of the answer and eagerly raised their hands, including Gil. Harry just let out a slow sigh from his nose, hiking his feet up on the chair in front of him and letting his eyes close, hearing Jay and Carlos rough around as Jay answered the question. “C, you turn it over to the proper authorities? Jay said all smugly, grinning as Carlos shoved him a bit. “I was gonna say that!” Carlos wined, yelping as Jay tugged him onto the desk and stuck his wet finger in Carlos’ ear. “oh but who said it first-who said it first?!”

Harry didn’t even open his eyes as the two tumbled about on their desk-FG hitting her dowel on the lectern to gain their attention. “boys, boys!” They stopped, staring at FG with wide eyes. “im going to encourage you to use that energy, on the tourney field.” FG said, gesturing out towards the field that was sitting just next to the school.

“oh no, that’s okay.“ Carlos said with a dismissive laugh, ushing Jay off him. “whatever that is-we’ll pass.” Jay just looked confused, wondering what the hell tourney was-Gil asked Harry the same question and Harry shrugged; not caring about it.

He had heard you mention it once or twice with Lonnie, but he was more interested in whatever Roar was, because he heard the word ‘swords’ once and his attention was officially drawn.

“I’ll be letting coach Jenkins know of your arrival at tryouts-which are right after school lets out. Okay?” Jay and Carlos sighed, nodding. “okay, let’s continue.”

-

Finally, the hour was up and the vks were getting ready to head to their next class, Evie and Harry had chemistry while Jay, Gil, and Mal went to math, and Carlos had history.

“Harry, Gil? if I could speak to you for a moment?” Harry let out a long sigh as he paused in leaving, turning to walk back over to FG as she waited for him and Gil to stand in front of her. “aye?” Harry asked, already tired of today. “I wanted you both to be involved in our sports as well, and I think Gil; you would like tourney, and Harry; you would like Roar-which is a fencing team.” Harry kept his reaction to a minimum-but he knew his eyes lit up at those words.

Fencing? Aka swords?! Sign him the fuck up. FG seemed to sense his enthusiasm and beamed. “wonderful, tryouts for Roar are tomorrow after school, in the amphitheater connected to the gym. Coach Jenkins is also in charge of it but the captain decides their team-so good luck to you, Harry. You may go.”

With that-the boys ran off-leaving FG alone with the files she had been given. She took the top one and opened it, the name at the top reading ‘Harry James Hook’

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Harry James Hook; son of Captain James Hook. Age; 16, male, born April 21st, 1999. Siblings; Harriet and Calista Jane Hook. Classes; History of woodsmen and pirates, history of Auradon, internet safety, remedial goodness 101, math, English, chemistry, life skills without magic, and chivalry. Electives; N/A notes; Attached to Gil, does not seem to like the other vks much(especially Mal and Jay-seems to have less of a problem with Carlos and Evie), seems to have trouble with math’s/numbers, possible dyscalculia; please inform staff of this and have it dealt with accordingly. Permit given for hook, do not take-possibly emotionally attached. Reactive, fight before flight.

Warning; possible curse, Ms. Honey reported his eyes going red during math’s-due to the stress involved, Merryweather reported feeling intense magical pressure coming from his head, and Professor Thatch noticed a reaction to Tara Pan, red eyes, twitching in his left arm, heavy breathing, and tightness in the body(potential panic attack); suggested temporary solution-switch Harry out of that shared period for history of Auradon to prevent any potential fights.(keep eye on Pan and the lost kids, they might pick a fight and set him off) Research suggests this may be the madness curse, or the curse of the blood god, given to Captain Hook back when he lived on neverland from the fairies of Neverland, irreversible, violent, and dangerous. Stress and anger are possible triggers for episodes.

Harry is otherwise fine-but will need special care to keep him safe.

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FG sighed, setting down the paper, oh that poor boy. “this is going to be harder than I thought,” she whispered, hoping she could keep a handle on these kids, hoping she wouldn’t have to do anything drastic.

She was just glad Harry seemed to like you already-you had a good head on your shoulders. FG looked up as her next class arrived, she had forgotten she had magical history after remedial goodness, she smiled and wiped the board clean-welcoming her new students.

-end of p4-

Whoooo boi-long one, hoped yall liked seeing Harry go to class~ and see more of my lil blood god curse(yes inspired by technoblade/ that one fic from 2017) up next-chemistry and tourney try outs~

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Fuck it, night time gaming.

#my therapist told me not to game at night #which is sound logic #but I think given the circumstances I should: #endo flare up #near panic attack #and trauma flashbacks???? #yeah I need something engaging to calm me down and get me out of it

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WIP WEDNESDAY ( because it's not wip tuesday yet and I'm getting impatient ) ; a fic for a half-assed made au that i wanted to write completely, maybe even publish it on ao3, but i got really really tired with it very quickly . so here it is. my very first clownzy fic, albeit unfinished, dedicated to felt! @branzypierce

—— THE DELIGHT IN FEAR | 1,205 words

he reminds himself ‘You have to follow orders.‘ as he watched the menace’s back from his spot in the open trail. ‘It'll be fine.’ he thinks desperately, because it felt impossibly intrusive, the act of watching over an enemy in order to gain an upper hand, yet sure Branzy gets it but ...

There was an almost odd melachony to Clown’ while he strolled into the forest, the trees bending towards him like a plead to his attention, as he skipped deeper into the forest in an almost wistful manner. The richness of the night wafted along his voice to be heard from far more greater distances, and from what the wind carried; Clown was enjoying himself a tiny little tune.

It was almost like he was unaware that he was there. That it was just an average night. And Really, It made Branzy feel odd; angry, annoyed, sad, disrespected——no, none of those felt right. Maybe confused, baited, anxious.

He just couldn't place what that strange ache in his sternum was, maybe he secretly got arrowed and he was just oblivious to it.

That had happened before, Branzy recalls, so he doubles over to look down at his chest and sees that there was nothing there.

Or maybe it was his conciousness screaming at him to look away, run away, hide behind the trees. So much so that he was physically hurting, so much so that his heart drummed against his ribs and that blood started rushing to his face, so much so that he was frozen out in the open, watching dear ol’ clownpierce wandering about with no shame.

That last part made him burn.

‘You're making yourself an easy target,’ he thinks to himself as his heart thrumed deeper. ‘hide Branzy, you stupid fool!’ and really it would have been an almost welcome sensation—he liked the feeling, whatever it was—only if it weren't so overwhelming to exist within. ‘damnit!’

He felt his pulse beat in his ears, Maybe it was the shame, and he tried to soothingly caress the little bundle of nerves as he continued to focus on the way his body suddenly started to thrum in the rhythm of his heart. Whatever thing he was in right now, he needed out of it and fast.

‘oh man,’ he panics at the sudden and new sensations. ‘come on Branzy snap out of it!’

And He didn't know when, but his eyes had closed shut. Squeazing painfully as he screamed in his head to do something, run away, whatever he needed to not die from the basically-killer-clown of the server. He didn't have his eyes on the other now, he was dead fish.

‘Come on, ldi–’. Silence. Branzy sucks in a breath.

A twig snaps. “Woah, you alright hit murdering, heart-eating sensation Branzycraft?” a voice echoes to him teasingly, and his brain stalls for a moment to connect the voice to their person—his person, him being the person he was trying to avoid being caught by—Clownpierce, his brain connects, after slow seconds spent blinking nervously up at him.

“Oh.” he plainly said, his tongue feeling heavy through the haze of whatever trip he was surfing in. The world was a colourful mess, blurred and unashamed, aswwll as filled with overwhelming panic and unbearable heat that spaced his body completely in quick flashes; never in his life, has Branzy felt such emense and sudden fear. It was chilling.

A monotone and even hum echoes through him again, taking away the silence. “Just ‘Oh’?” Clown observes—tiredly, Branzy thinks to himself, ‘No shit’—as he took a step forward, wherever direction he was.

Branzy ignores the retort with a scoff, knuckling at his left eye sluggishly. “Can I– just not be here for a minute. Leave me alone, yadayada, I just don't wanna epic fight right now, I want to hit the hay, not ..” he fumbles, taking weak steps back from where he stood hunched. “not, kick the bucket.”

Branzy finds himself confused. He wasn't tired before.

“Yeah no one really wants that,” Clown replied instantaneously, tone deceptively mild, as leaves crunched and swept along the path.

He could only hope that Clown was kicking against the leaves, because the alternative of him walking directly at him was an entirely unpleasant ending. “but you kinda deserve it since you've been following me around, like some creep or something.” Clown jokes at the end, a deadbeat remnant of a laugh coursing through the air and at him.

Branzy realizes that his heart was still beating. “Yeah– uh, nope.” he mutters dumbly and he punches himself mentally; did he have a death wish?

Clowns’ voice pitched in question. “Nope?” he retorts, an obvious lilt of confusion present.

Branzy only nodded, his eyes still firmly squeezed shut. “I don't believe– that, that you.” he responds intellectually. “because.”

There was an empty, awkward, silence after that. Only the beating of his heart and his heavy breathing—he should really open his eyes, but Branzy surprisingly finds himself not wanting to—echoing through the forest. The silence was eerie, and set alarm bells off in his head but he couldn't get himself to care. He was going to die.

“Because?” Clown asks expectantly, obviously wanting a continuation of the what-was-supposed-to-be sentence.

Branzy stays quiet, and his breath hitched at the following. “You weren't making sense before and you're definitely not making sense now.” from his heart, to his very core, Branzy knew that.

He just wasn't the best at unplanned interactions, especially when his body was making him feel odd. “Answer me.” Clown demands, Branzy lets the silence take over for his voice; he finds that he couldn't speak, he sighs to himself, he couldn't see either.

It's not everyday that he finds himself in every disadvantage point at once. “Yoohoo, anyone there?” Clown pushes, and he gulped thickly as he heard footsteps near. “Dude you're freaking me out, honestly.” and nearer. “I barely did anything!”

His eyes snap open to see himself staring directly at Clown, face almost pressed against each other and Branzy bit his tongue in surprise. “Oh there he is.” Clown notes, like a scientist making an interesting observation. And Branzy was sure, in a moment, that if he spun around wildly, or something equally astounding and outlandish in the moment, Clown would simply nod and write in an observation book.

Really, he might as well have been in the moment already, from how intense he was being stared at. “Why were you following me.” Clown asks his first question again, but it wasn't a question this time, it was more like an underlying threat that promised something in return if he didn't answer.

Branzy averted his eyes, scowering his mind for possibilities if he were to lie, and possibilities if he were to tell the truth. He finds that he's in an interesting position; each posibility ends up in him dying, at least that's what his mind says.

Clown sighs at him, and even though he couldn't see his face, he was sure that he was getting impatient. “I'll ask again, Why were you following me?” he presses further.

Branzy finds himself answering this time, mouth moving without his knowledge. "I was following you by orders."

"Who's orders."

#clownzy #fanfic giga bites #canibalism #<- just a very brief mention of heart-eater branzy #near panic attack #i'm so sorry this was supposed to be romantic #but the TWO people that wrote it are aro #and it went waay out of hand #in noahs' words; 'rather get overwhelmed than be romantic with someone' <- thanks king

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WARNING: MENTIONED/IMPLIED TORTURE AND A PANIC ATTACK!

Chapter Thirty-One: I'm No Traitor

This Rufus guy was heavier than he looked. Nyx gave a soft grunt as he followed Terra and Lust. Their conversation filled his ears. 

"I still don't get why we didn't just take the princess." Lust twirled a lock of hair around his finger as he questioned his partner. 

Terra smiled at him. "Because it's not fun to torture someone twice." 

"There has to be another reason." Lust glanced back at Nyx, who was carrying their captive on his back. Nyx simply sighed and looked away from Lust's. He was interested in getting dragged into the conversation. 

"There is." 

Lust and Nyx both looked at Terra. She stared ahead as they walked through the forest, making their way to their hideout. The pink-haired woman was silent for several moments before she continued, "we can use him to make the little princess give us her keys and whatever she's using to find the other keys." 

"Really?" Lust raised a questioning eyebrow. 

"Yes. Fairy Tail is very friendship-obsessed. They have a long history of preaching the 'magic of friendship," she said the last few words with a mocking tone, "so, if we use one of the little princess' precious friends, then, as a Fairy, she'll be forced to save him. Once she does come to save him, we can threaten to hurt him unless she gives us what we want." 

Lust exclaimed, "that's genius, Terra!" 

Nyx pressed his lips in a line. He wasn't all that sure about Terra's plan. While she was right that the Fairies would never leave behind a friend, but that didn't mean this plan would work. Fairy Tail also had a long history of saving their friends despite any obstacles that stood in their way. The Fairies weren't the types of mages who should be underestimated. 

Nyx spoke up, "I think that you're underestimating them a bit too much. Have you even looked into the things Fairy Tail has managed to accomplish because their friends were in danger?" 

"Oh shut up, Nyx! I keep you around to do the dirty work, not make up criticisms about my genius plans!" He gave a small flinch at Terra's biting tone. Instead of snapping back at her, he instead looked away from the pair in front of him and focused on keeping up with them while trying to not accidentally drop the man on his back. 

The trio continued to walk in silence for several more minutes until they reached their hideout. Once they stopped in front of the doors, Terra turned to Nyx and commanded, "take him to the basement and tie him up. Once you do that, I want you to meet me in my room." Her eyes narrowed and her tone dropped to sound low and threatening. "You and I need to have a talk." 

Nyx nodded, hoping that his nervousness wasn't showing, and walked past Terra and Lust to enter the hideout. Although, it didn't look like a hideout all that much. It was actually just a two-story house that had been recently abandoned. They had happened upon it and decided to use it for their temporary lodgings. 

He quickly made his way to the staircase that lead down to the basement. Once he had descended the steps, he made his way to the wooden chair and magic-canceling ropes that sat in the middle of the cold, dim, dirty basement. He deposited Rufus onto the chair and quickly tied him to the chair. Once finishing this, he took the time to lean closer to the blonde man, checking for signs of consciousness. When he was sure that the man was indeed still out cold, he gave him a final look of pity before he turned and walked up the stairs. 

Nyx closed and locked the door that he stepped through and made his way to another staircase, this one leading up. As he made the journey up the stairs and down the resulting hallway to Terra's bedroom, he tried to push down the feeling of anxiety that swelled within him. His hands clenched into fists and his brow furrowed, he pushed himself forward. He didn't know what Terra wanted to talk about, but it had to be about something that he had done wrong. Although, he had no idea what that could be. He hadn't done anything that she would disapprove of recently. 

His mind raced, searching for any idea of what he could have done or said that would make Terra upset. However, he wasn't able to come up with anything. His footfalls thudded lightly as he walked down the hallway to the wooden door that was at the end. 

Nyx stopped in his tracks halfway. As his hands trembled, balled into fists at his sides, he gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple and dripped off of the side of his chin. He took a deep breath and pushed himself forward, continuing what felt like a walk to his execution. 

Upon reaching the closed door, he reached a hand toward the doorknob. Time seemed to slow as he turned the doorknob and slowly stepped into the bedroom. His eyes roamed over the room. It was dimly lit and barren, save for a dusty dresser, an empty closet, and an old bed that had a dusty blue cover and a single pillow. Terra sat on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other and her arms crossed over her chest. Lust leaned against the wall, right next to the single window. 

Terra spoke, her tone commanding, "Nyx! Stand in front of me!" 

Nyx obeyed, closing the door as he walked further into the room. He faced Terra, but his dark brown eyes were cast down at the wooden floor, which was in desperate need of a cleaning. The silence stretched on for an unbearably long time. Nyx felt the urge to break the silence as it began to weigh down on him like a large slab of iron that he wasn't able to move. 

Finally, just when he felt as though he was going to suffocate from the heavy silence, Terra spoke, her tone cold and calm, "what do you think about the little princess, Nyx?" 

Nyx swallowed, a fruitless attempt to relieve the dryness of his mouth. "W-what do you mean?" His voice was weaker than he wanted it to be, more timid than he was used to. Terra always had this effect on him. She always managed to make him feel lesser than her, like he was nothing more than a servant who could be replaced at any time, and had to go to any lengths possible to prevent such a thing. He hated that Terra had this effect on him. 

Terra's eyes bore into him, making him feel like she was staring directly into his soul. She spoke again, "you know what I mean." Her statement sounded like a sneer. 

Nyx locked his eyes onto a dark stain on the floor, wishing that he could disappear forever. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be faced with Terra's unpredictableness, or be cornered by Lust's loyalty to Terra. 

His mind mulled over Terra's question. How did he feel about the blonde celestial wizard? He had never thought about it before, so how was he supposed to know? He remembered when he would torture him for several hours each day for a week. He remembered not using methods of torture that were as bad as the ones that Lust and Terra used on the other three women. He remembered forcing himself to listen to her cries of agony, wishing that she would just shut up already. He could still hear those screams, in the darkness of the night when he tried to sleep. He remembered feeling stabs of pity, maybe even sympathy, with damn near every single scream that erupted from her mouth. He didn't know how he felt about her, if he felt anything. 

He raised his eyes to look at Terra again, finally answering, "I-I don't know." 

Terra gave a short hum. "Is that so? Well then, please tell me why you let her have those keys from that Magic Shop." 

Nyx's breath caught in his throat at that question. His heart hammered within his chest and his stomach dropped to his feet. He screwed his eyes shut as he managed to respond, "I-I don't...know what you're talking about." 

Lust gave a bitter chuckle as Terra sighed. The pink-haired woman stood up and strode over to Nyx. Once she stopped in front of him, she raised a hand. Without meaning to, Nyx flinched as she rested her hand on his shoulder. "William," Nyx tried to recoil at the sound of his real name being spoken by his boss in her soft, yet chilling tone, however, he wasn't able to due to the tight grip that she had on his shoulder, keeping him in place, "I know that the little princess bought the keys that I had sent you after. When you returned to me and Lust, you didn't appear to have been in a fight. So, why is that so? Why did you allow her to take Ursa Major, Coma Berenices, and Telescopium?"

Nyx could feel himself sweat as his body trembled. Terra was shorter than him, and yet she felt so much more intimidating than any other dark mage had ever felt. A wave of nausea washed over him and he clenched his teeth in an attempt to stop himself from vomiting. He struggled to keep his breathing under control as he tried to ignore Terra's oppressing presence. 

Lust called out mockingly, "answer the question, William!" 

Nyx shot a glare over at the other man, receiving a cocky smile and amused chuckle in return. Terra then snapped, making him jump, "well? Why did you just let her go with the keys?" 

At that, Nyx made the mistake of locking eyes with her. The moment that his dark brown eyes were caught by her piercing blue ones, he was unable to look away. Her eyes pinned him to the spot where he stood, unable to escape the situation. He gulped as Terra's eyes narrowed. He felt like she could see the truth in his eyes, and he almost wanted her to say it so that he too would know why he did what he did. He didn't know why he let her take the keys and escape without a fight or even a real exchange of dialogue. 

"I-I...I don't-"

"Are you dedicated to our mission?" 

Nyx blinked a few times. "What?" 

Terra repeated, "are you dedicated to our mission? Are you going to betray us to the blonde whore the first chance you get?" 

Nyx's mind was blank, making him unable to come up with an excuse, not that he was able to at any other point. He opened his mouth, hoping that he would be able to say something, anything, but nothing came out, leaving him to simply open and close his mouth repeatedly, like some kind of fish. 

Terra leaned closer, her face soon mere centimeters from his. She hissed, "are you a traitor, William?" 

Nyx could only stand there, frozen under her glare. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, the sound loud in his ears. His body was trembling and his stomach was twisting with rising nausea. Time seemed to slow to a snail's pace to him. Seconds turned into minutes as the prolonged silence and threatening aura that rolled off of Terra in waves pressed down onto him so heavily that he felt as though he couldn't breathe. He had to get out. He had to get away and to someplace where he could breathe. 

"...no." His response was whispered, weak, but he knew that Terra had heard him. 

"What was that?" Terra raised a pink eyebrow, her blue eyes still narrowed and her tone still threatening. 

Nyx swallowed and forced himself to say, a tiny bit louder, though not at all stronger, "I'm no traitor." 

Terra continued to stare at him, analyzing him as though she was able to tell if he was lying and pick out the truth. Eventually, she leaned away before she walked back over to the bed and sat back down, returning to the sitting position that she had been in at the beginning of the interaction. She gave Nyx a final, critical lookover before she waved him away. 

With that, Nyx wasted no time in rushing out of the room and to his own room. He slammed his bedroom door closed and leaned against it, his breath coming out in heavy huffs. Sweat gleamed on his forehead. Suddenly feeling suffocated by his dark blue trenchcoat, he pushed it off of his body and threw it away from himself. He resumed leaning against his wooden bedroom door and slide down to sit on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs. He buried his face into his knees, simply sitting there in silence as he tried to focus on calming himself. 

As time passed, only one thought could linger in his mind: 

I'm no traitor.

#fairy tail #ocs #mentions of other characters #angst #mentions of torture #implied torture #panic attack #near panic attack #multi chapter story #chapter thirty-one

[sweaty-confetti]

it is vital to understand that when someone says “i need space right now and i need to be alone otherwise i will hurt someone/do something i regret” a) they are not joking b) they are not just saying that to be mean or scare you c) they probably don’t want to hurt anyone, and d) do not interfere. like if they told you what would happen if they weren’t left alone and you went ahead and continued to press or talk to them and you get hurt. idk man that’s on you

#emo moss talks #anger issues #I think? #maybe #I get violent sometimes when I’m overwhelmed or having a meltdown or panic attack and I CANNOT have people near me #and for some reason people love to disrespect that

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Now that I have a writing blog as well as a lurking blog I can finally showcase my appreciation to my favourite authors who inspired me to start writing.

This is a gift for @ceilidho because I am ready to commit arson for you <3.

Ikea!Soap/Creepy Coworker!Soap IS @ceilidho ‘s IDEA! FULL CREDIT TO HER IT IS SO FANTASTIC I WILL EAT MY SCREEN. There is so much juicy content on her blog iswtg I will combust. Adults go check it out you will not regret it!

- This is alternate AU where the Christmas party doesn’t happen, instead its New Years being celebrated. (We don’t celebrate Christmas here but New Years is a really big thing)

Not proof read.

1.1k words

TW Non-Consensual Contact | TW 18+ | TW Near Panic Attack

So anyways hehe on the theme of gift giving.

Shivers slowly trot down your spine, you feel a leaden punty of panic manifest itself in your diaphragm as you sweat cold like condensed metal. There’s eyes on you, there are always eyes on you. An unforgettable gelid pair of blue ponds surrounding a pinprick pupil that track you everywhere you go.

One would think you’d be used to Johnny’s attention by now, both kind and unkind. But recently he’s been acting especially unsettling. These past few days he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t help you throw out the trash, he just stares… and grins, his breathing heavy.

It started a few weeks ago, when you decided to work overtime to later take a little break and greet the New Years away from work, in the comfort of you own apartment. No one except management should have known of your plans, but of course nothing is confidential for their sweet golden boy. Soap sniffed out your shift change so fast you’d wondered if he had a past with drug abuse, as it was his arms that suffocated you on your second evening shift.

Stacking boxes your soul flinched out of your body when two limbs wrapped around your torso like snares on a hare’s neck. Even through the multiple layers of cloth you could feel the heat of his forearms on your abdomen, molten rock flowing through his veins keeping his muscles taught. His chest pinned yours against the steel frame of the fifteen meter shelving unit but the grip of his arms remained, forcing you into an awkward arching position as he curved himself over your back.

“Hey bonnie!”

The Scotts cheery voice all but lashed through the echoey establishment, like the crack of a whip. It’s dark, cold and wet outside, snow turning into slag tainting everything from cars to shoes, much like Johnny’s doing to you; ironic considering his callsign. But there’s practically no customers in conditions like these, meaning your coworkers wouldn’t need to come to the back to look for something, meaning your trapped in here, alone, with a man at least twice your size.

You don’t say anything back, still reeling from having your quiet, meditative moment interrupted by what feels like a hydraulic press. But there’s a soft yet hard object pressing to your front? You look down to see what it is but your own chest is smack dab against the shelving unit blocking your view. Your hips are arched away from it allowing him to adjust something? Is he measuring your torso? What’s happening ?

There’s too many things going on, heavy breathing in your ear, the heat against your back and the frigid metal against your front. One of his hands is moving something along your abdomen, another feels up your womb area and then your crotch? You yelp at that and are about to scream but he shoves you against the steel harder, and knocks the breath out of your chest, but his hand doesn’t go any further.

“Shh, shh, sorry pretty, just makin’ some introductions dinnae worry yer wee head about it”.

A clack resonates through the space, and less than half a meter away you can see a black marker cap rolling away on the floor. What the actual fuck is happening. He feels you up some more, then his hand moves back and forth horizontally as if to mark something and just like that he lets you go.

The situation lasted 3 minutes tops and yet now you know what sharks feel like when they’re pulled out the water, microchipped and thrown back in. You turn around and Soap’s got his back to you he’s kneeling down to pick up the marker cap, there’s something in his hand but its wrapped in white cloth. He closes the marker and rotates a little just to face you.

“Hope you’ve liked meeting your namesake, lass. I know she was honoured for sure!” He leaves then, laughing lightly to himself, flushed and giddy. Your namesake? Did he mean the-

It’s finally time for your much needed break from work, and certain blue eyed men with separation anxiety. At the end of your shift you carefully quick walk to your car before a hand on your shoulder stops you. Speak of the devil.

“Wey bonnie, why are ye in such a hurry to leave huh?”

You’re surprised he actually talked to you after weeks of silence, but you’re also exhausted.

“Soap, what do you need I-,”

He stops you mid sentence by thrusting a sizeable wrapped box into your hands, a charming, large blue bow sitting at the top, as if preening.

“I know yer takin’ days off, but I bought a lil somethin’ for ya. Hope you enjoy it, I really do.”

Well thats actually sweet of him. Granted you don’t know what’s actually in the box. But its still nice that he cared enough to give it to you!

He sends you off with a tight hug and a smirk; gleaming snarl in the night.

Back at your apartment you’re so hungry that you forget about his sincerity for a while. Before the reflection of the bow in your mirror catches your eye, you don’t have a lot of blue in your apartment and this one’s the same shade as his eyes.

A little excited you unwrap the box and lift up the lid only to freeze appalled when your greeted by a dick. It’s a dick, a cock in a box, Soap has gifted you a dildo. Yeah he’s mentioned you being irritated in the past, how a “good shag’ll put ye right in yer place,” but what the fuck.

Come to think of it, it’s strangely realistic: with veins and even moles. The heads a light pink and the base…looks like his skin colour.

Weeks ago, Soap was about a hair’s length away from having an aneurism when he looked at the fleshlight in his hands. A black line marking its plastic flesh, from his feeling up he reckoned that’s about where your womb should be. Quite clearly you wouldn’t be able to take all of him but he reckoned that’s nothing a little practice couldn’t fix. And hey, since he had a version of you to greet New Year’s with, why doesn’t he gift you a version of him that you can cherish too <3.

#cod x reader #dark cod x reader #dark soap x reader #full credit to ceilidho for Ikea!Soap/Creepy Coworker Soap #mature themes #john soap mactavish x reader #noncon contact #non-consensual touching #TW #cuffsdrabbles #gift for ceilidho #creepy behaviour #TW near panic attack #18+

[ambrosiagourmet]

writing dunmeshi fic is fun bc like literally every character has at least one topic that will send them into a complete and utter emotional freefall

#I don't think anything I write could ever be called remotely near what I would define as 'whump' #but boy do I love to give these guys panic attacks

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2,835 Words

Summary: Eclipse's found family finds him.

Warnings: Robot Gore, Injury, Amputation, Cursing, Near Death, PTSD, Panic Attack, Trauma, Surgery, Sibling Bonding, Angst with a serving of Fluff, Bathing Together (platonic, neither have bits down there), SFW Tickling, let me know if I should add anything else.

Found Family

Eclipse groaned pulling himself from the ball pit. What was left of him, at least. His left arm had had the hand ripped off and his right leg was missing from below the knee, his internals were attempting to pour out the deep gashes of claws in his stomach.

His right side upper faceplate had been ripped off along with right eye having been torn from its socket and wires. There was a deep gash down his left leg, leaving the limb half numb. And his chest and back had most of its casing mauled off, leaving his scratched endo and frame exposed and vulnerable.

He’d barely finished crawling his way from the ball pit before he saw a figure standing over him like a sadistic god and the blue he saw told him that this wasn’t the best person to find him this injured.

“So ya fucked up?” Moon asked, crouching before him and Eclipse glared with his remaining eye, this was all Moon’s fucking fault and Eclipse seethed at him.

“I went to kill him and he tried to destroy me!” Eclipse crackled out his half-broken voice box.

“Sad little worm, huh? Welp.” Moon stood up, slapping his thighs as he did so. “That’s a problem taken care of. I’m gonna go out and celebrate. You try to die quietly if you can.” Moon patted his aching head and Eclipse growled to keep him off, attempting to grab Moon’s hand and bite it since it was all he really could do at the moment. But Moon was quicker and got his hand away.

“Hey everyone, I’m buying shots! It’s celebration time!” Moon called through the daycare as he left to the upper level of the daycare as everyone followed him out of the daycare, shutting the lights off as he did so, leaving Eclipse in the darkness with just the ceiling of glowy stars illuminating barely to the top of the play structures.

Eclipse’s engines whirred on high as Eclipse used his remaining hand and the forearm of his left arm to crawl his way away from the ball pit and to the security desk, dragging and pulling down the emergency med kit and haphazardly dumping it on the ground with his right hand so he could get the contents.

His first grab was an ACE bandage, which he tried to put on his stomach with his one hand to some success. It looked sloppy as hell but his insides would stay inside. Eclipse’s processors whirred on max, fans turning slowly because they were half broken so they couldn’t fully cool him down and coolant was leaking out of him, having made a trail from the ball pit to the security desk already.

Eclipse secured the ACE bandage and then began packing gauze into his right knee where it had been ripped off and used another ACE wrap to keep pressure on it so the oil lines wouldn’t be leaking out. He repeated the same process to his left wrist and sighed as he rested one of the instant cold packs onto his processors, relaxing into the feeling of the cold pack helping his half-broken fans to cool him down.

Eclipse saw errors flashing that coolant and oil was low and critical machinery was damaged. Of course it was, he had lost body parts! He growled in annoyance at his creator. They had basically torn him to shreds and Moon didn’t give a single damn about it.

Eclipse hadn’t been able to get a single hit in on them. It had all simply been a blur after they had admitted that they made him and to them attacking him like he was a glorified punching bag. Eclipse hadn’t had a chance to even defend himself and the thought of it, even now, was terrifying.

He shuddered just thinking of the sound and feeling of his wires and endo creaking and cracking when his creator had snapped his right calf off the knee joint and torn it off of him. And the agony of having his left hand ripped off at the joint had been horrifying. The sick crunch the joint had made had made Eclipse throw up. He wasn’t even aware he could throw up, but he had at that sound of his endo crunching and snapping.

Eclipse felt lightheaded, his breaths were coming slower and he knew this was some kind of a panic reaction. Of course he would have a panic reaction. He had succeeded at getting his creator to take out the directives but at what cost? His body nothing more than scrap metal? His mind in shambles and panic? It didn’t feel worth it. Maybe he wasn’t worth a chance.

This train of thought absolutely didn’t help the panic. He was shaking. Why was he shaking? Was the daycare shaking? No, it was him. What was this? Eclipse hadn’t ever felt panic before, not this badly. It felt worse that when he was waiting for Moon and Sun to come kill him. It felt like it was all-consuming and crushing him.

The dark didn’t help either, he hated the dark just like both of his predecessors. He knew there weren’t monsters, there weren’t, but the dark was…scary. It felt like emptiness, like being abandoned again. And it felt cold. He light lights, the stars on the ceiling just weren’t enough light. Especially since solar models didn’t have very much eyesight in the dark. It felt like being stuck into a black box with holes poked in for air but even the air felt like it wasn’t enough.

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Blood Moon had finally gone prowling around with Stitchwraith. A joy! Prowling with their acquaintance! It was a ball to finally be out of that bunker place! Blood Moon had begun their prowling in the main entrance and were now going through the daycare, which had its lights off for some reason.

Blood Moon liked the dark, it was a warm place to them, it was comforting, but the sound of staticky sobs coming from the lower daycare wasn’t all that comforting. It was quite annoying actually. They hated crying! Hated it! It was weak!

Blood Moon wanted to snuff out that incessant sobbing and the annoying attendant the crying undoubtedly came from. So they went down to the lower daycare and sniffed around for it. Thankfully, they didn’t have to look for long, finding the sobbing’s source was a curled up and mangled Solar? Was this Solar? No, the dents on the rays and the scratches on the faceplate weren’t present. Could this be…?

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Stitchwraith followed Blood Moon to the sound of crying and gave a small gasp seeing the torn down frame of the animatronic they had been slightly amicable with, at least for gaming they had been. But what the hell did Eclipse deserve this for? To be torn to shreds and left to die? He hadn’t even done anything too bad yet, he hadn’t killed anyone at least.

“Eclipse?” Stitchwraith asked, crouching by him but it seemed to go unnoticed. Was Eclipse having a panic attack? “Eclipse, hey.” Stitchwraith knew they’d get hit but they had to shake Eclipse by the shoulder to even get a slight bit of a response.

Once they did shake Eclipse’s shoulder, Eclipse whipped his left arm at them, which was missing it’s hand and was instead bandaged with gauze and an ACE bandage. The hit from Eclipse’s forearm connected with Stitchwraith’s faceplate but didn’t so much as put a scratch on them from how weak Eclipse seemed to be.

Eclipse looked up at them after, eyes wild with panic and pain, breathing going a mile a minute and extremely defensive and scared. Stitchwraith felt Blood Moon tugging on their cloak and waved their hand off to keep Blood Moon behind them. Eclipse was a more pressing matter than answering Blood Moon’s question at the moment.

“Eclipse, it’s Stitchwraith. I need you to breathe slowly for us.” Stitchwraith instructed him. Eclipse’s motors shuddered as he tried to take slow breaths for Stitchwraith. “You’re safe. Can you point to what’s scaring you the most right now?” They asked. Eclipse wordlessly pointed his shaky right pointer finger up at the lights.

“Blood Moon, go turn on the lights.” Stitchwraith instructed the twin hellions, who scampered off to go do just that at his request, the lights turning on row by row until the daycare was illuminated completely, which looked to ease some of Eclipse’s panic.

“Are you able to tell me what happened to you or is it too hard right now?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Creator…mauled me…” Eclipse’s voice was staticky and a weird echoed pitch but he could decipher it still.

“The person who made you mauled you?” Stitchwraith asked to confirm and Eclipse nodded softly. “Why did they do that?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Went to get…directives out…” Eclipse admitted.

“Your creator is a bunch of bull. That’s really all you went to do and he left you like you’re in a scrap heap?” Eclipse nodded and Stitchwraith bristled with annoyance at the audacity of Eclipse’s creator. That was downright cruelty for absolutely no reason. Eclipse didn’t deserve to be mauled over a simple ask like that. The way Eclipse’s simple ask was treated was absolutely bullshit.

“How about this, if you let Blood Moon carry you, I’ll fix you.” Stitchwraith reasoned. Stitchwraith would carry Eclipse back, give Eclipse probably couldn’t walk with a missing leg and fragile machinery desperately trying to escape Eclipse’s frame, but their arms still hurt from Blood Moon using them as a scratching post this morning as if the small bot was a damn cat.

“Okay…” Eclipse agreed and looked to Blood Moon as the red and white faced bot came scampering back down to the lower daycare and sat on the floor, looking over the situation with their head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Blood Moon, you’re going to carry him home. I need to repair him.” Stitchwraith told them.

“Aaaawwwwww, why do we have to carry the Sunman!?” Blood Moon began their usual spiel of complaining about the simplest of tasks. This bot could pick up a full cement truck but complained at picking up an animatronic that probably barely weighed more than them.

“Because our arms still hurt from being used as scratching posts. Now pick him up and be careful. Make sure you keep his stomach level, his internals are trying to be externals.” Stitchwraith sighed. Blood Moon whined a bit more but inevitably picked Eclipse up and thankfully held Eclipse as though he were some princess. It was embarrassing for Eclipse, sure, but it kept Eclipse’s insides inside him.

“Okay, come on, back home.” Stitchwraith told them and began leading Blood Moon back to their bunker and into his lab, instructing Blood Moon to gently place Eclipse on a table so he could work on him. He had most of the parts from misships and scrounging but he knew full well Eclipse would look different than he used to.

“I’m going to turn off your pain sensors but just stay awake and talk to Blood Moon for me while I work on you.” Stitchwraith told Eclipse as he got the necessary parts and tools together to fix him.

“Blood Moon?” Eclipse asked as Stitchwraith turned off the bot’s pain receptors and began to patch up and put on a replacement left hand for Eclipse.

“Yes, unholy creator?” Blood Moon sat like a cat in the chair near Eclipse’s legs.

“I’m not your creator, I never made you. That was…the original me. Before the backup in your head, before I was even a spot on the wall.” Eclipse grumbled.

“So you didn’t make us but you are an Eclipse.” Blood Moon cackled.

“I don’t know what I am.” Eclipse admitted. “I may as well have been made in a fucking petri dish in a lab. I have no clue who I am or what I am, just that I’m here and apparently my name is Eclipse and I’m the asshole everyone hates.” Eclipse huffed as Stitchwraith finished up the hand replacement and moved onto Eclipse’s right calf and foot replacement.

“You are…like us? A copy?” Blood Moon asked.

“An incomplete copy, yes. With directives and pasted memories from other points of view and a creator that rips out my directives and leaves me to the mercy of people who will just let me rot in a hole.” Eclipse was angry but he wasn’t panicking at least.

“We are incomplete as well. Memories from other people and bloodlust enhanced with less free will. Bullshit it is.” Blood Moon grumbled. Huh, odd that the two who hated each other agreed. Eclipse sighed and put his head back down on the table.

Stitchwraith finished replacing his lost calf and foot and moved onto Eclipse’s mauled open midsection and began patching the endo cage that contained Eclipse’s insides that had been ripped open. It was easier here because it was taking out the broken bits of old endo and welding in new pieces of the endo. He was also replacing broken innards as he came across them.

“We’re in the same boat then. I…I could remove it. I think. I have the original’s pasted memories too, I’m sure I could sift through and take out the bloodlust.” Eclipse told him, watching Stitchwraith more than Blood Moon now as Stitchwraith was working of Eclipse’s faceplate, fixing the wires and socket and putting in a new eyeball and replacing the half of the faceplate that had been torn off.

“Take out? You can take that out?” Blood Moon asked.

“I think so. I could try at least.” Eclipse told them, sighing now as the only thing left was his body casing, which was something easy and much less surgical. It was akin to putting on a new outfit to animatronics, especially daycare animatronics, who sometimes had to take off their casing to clean it after days in the daycare.

A calm quiet settled in the lab as Stitchwraith got Eclipse into a purple and white casing, replacing the ribbons on Eclipse’s wrists with new purple ones that weren’t stained with coolant and oil and laid out new pants and a new shirt for Eclipse to get dressed into.

“Alright, go get clean. I have a sanitizing station here, it’ll get you clean. Blood Moon, you need to get cleaned too.” Stitchwraith told him, helping Eclipse stand up and turning back on his pain sensor since there wouldn’t be as much pain to feel. He could fix minor things like Eclipse’s half-broken voice box later. What was important was getting Eclipse to feel better and not take an entire day just to fix him. Plus he didn’t have a new voice box for him just yet.

Eclipse struggled sitting up, his endo aching from what a human would consider bruises. He could feel the stiffness in his new parts and his eye was still adjusting, making him blink that eye more, which was uncomfortable but bearable because he had full sight back again now. He just let Stitchwraith help him to his feet, grateful for the help from his brother? Cousin? Acquaintance, Eclipse was going with acquaintance with the weird family tree he didn’t want to deal with.

Eclipse was passed to Blood Moon so the smaller bot could help him along and Eclipse happily used them as a sentient cane for his new stiff foot and calf that was making him limp a bit  with how little the new ankle could move yet. Blood Moon supported him, which was surprisingly actually helpful.

“But brother goes in the cleaning tube.” Blood Moon and maneuvered the both of them into the tube, helping Eclipse get off his dirty old clothes and Blood Moon threw off his mud covered clothes and stayed with his brother so they’d both get cleaned like Stitchwraith asked.

Blood Moon giggled at the sanitizing mist and roared with laughter at the brushes that came to scrub off the worst grime. Eclipse only needed the sanitizing mist to heat the coolant and oil on him enough to drip off into the drain in the floor. But Eclipse liked seeing his little brother laugh. It was nice to have this moment.

Eclipse never got to have this with…the others. But it felt nice to watch his brother laugh at the brushes going after the ticklish spots on his back. He kind of liked this, it made him feel warmth bloom in his chest that one of his siblings wasn’t scared of him or wishing him death or even leaving him to die.

Once Eclipse was clean, he left the tube while Blood Moon was still giggling up a storm getting scrubbed because he rolled in dirt from what it seemed like. Eclipse pulled on the new clothes and smoothed his hands over them, they were actually comfortable and not itchy like his old clothes. He liked being here. It felt like home.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf stitchwraith #snoweywrites #tw gore mention #tw injury mention #tw amputation mention #tw cursing #tw near death mention #tw ptsd mention #tw panic attack mention #tw trauma mention #tw surgery mention #tw angst #sfw tickling #are you guys getting used to my random nighttime writings yet? #yeah neither am i

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Don't worry, I won't tell him, but you should try to talk to him eventually.

"Gniht dab... Mih raen og I fi sneppah gnihtemos tub... Dluohs I... I-"

Peppino (from behind door, in flashback): "Stupid door. Jammed again-"

Fake Peppino (in flashback): "Edih ot deen!! Edih! Edih!"

Peppino (in flashback): "Ah! These bags have-a been ripped open again! If I ever get my-a hands on the one causing-a this, I'll show them-a what for!"

Peppino (in flashback): "Or I'll-a finally get a lock for the dumpster..."

Fake Peppino (current time): "Rehtegot... Flesym peek t'nac... Edisni dab sleef..."

"Dab... Dab... Dab... Dab sleef... Dab sleef... Doog ton... Mrof peek t'nac..."

#pizza tower #fake peppino #peppino spaghetti #translation: “I- I should... But something happens if I go near him... Bad thing...” #“Hide! Hide! Need to hide!” #“Feels bad inside... Can't keep myself... Together...” #“Can't keep form... Not good... Feels bad... Feels bad... Bad... Bad... Bad...” #not even ten posts in and I gave my muse a panic attack #good job me #also the real Peppino is here for a moment! #he'll actually be back later but let's focus on a very upset and gloopy guy right now #story post

[xamaxenta]

Extremely pleased to have the op pkmn au Sabo set done!!!

1. Kid Sabo and his newly obtained Gible who unfortunately was the one who burned him :( poor babo, its ok they bond rly fast bc of it!!!

2. Teen Sabo and his Gabite, rookie trainer and pokemon looking to take names and become stronger for many reasons

3. Adult Sabo and Garchomp, Sabo’s way more mature now compared to his teen self who was… edgy for lack of better description 😂 as edgy as a teen dragon trainer could be that is, he’s mellowed out now and follows Luffy’s adventures thru his Pokégram account :3

4. Adult Sabo, again but with a promotion under his belt as he’s now the Grandline League Challenge’s 8th and final gym leader, as expected his loyal Garchomp is his signature Pokémon and often mega evolves him, further proving their incredible bond between each other

#op pokemon au #pokemon au #my art #sabo #sabo the revolutionary #one piece pokemon au #gym leader sabo #gible #gabite #garchomp #mega garchomp #i am… never doing something like this ever again #i kinda rushed near the end but im p happy? #also Garchomp is Sabos therapy mon #they did training together bc sab has trauma/ptsd/childhood beef he needs to get thru #has panic attacks sometimes and garchomp curls around him until he calms down

[moondust-on-the-hijabi]

well that was embarrassing

#no father i will not show you my writing bc the last time I asked smth about it in front of you #you proceeded to give me a panic attack for 2 hours. #and they're telling me to learn cooking after thursday #and that i have to start packing stuff for shifting #i hate this part of shifting #what's worse is we don't even know where we're shifting😭😭 #it's either [redacted] or [redacted] one is allllll the way up and the other is so near the equator winter doesn't exist #i just want to read and watch my dramas #bleh if we move to place 1 I can finally be safe from boards and if we go down idt I can change courses :/ but I hate packing #i went ot #moonhalo talks —✧

[wackyscreamswithraisin]

Hashtag relatable

#courage the cowardly dog #ctcd #freaky fred #art #my art #fanart #artists on tumblr #procreate #ms paint #I did the first ones sketch in kid pix 4 but it crashed near the start so I moved to ms paint #you did not take your meds #please note this isn’t meant to shit on med takers 💚 #redraw #//unsettling #// panic attack #— I don’t know if this is the right one but just in case

[isabellafoster13]

WARNING: GAMBLING AND DRINKING!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Double Memory

Rufus walked with his arms folded behind his back, his hands clenched into tight fists. He had been hoping to not gamble again. After what happened the first time he took up a challenge, he loathed to run the risk of doing it again. He sighed, his green eyes roaming over the signs on the doors that he walked past. 

He didn't regret being put in that position. He knew that if he hadn't accepted Abezou's challenge, then Lucy would have been the woman's victim, and he didn't think that he would have been able to get over indirectly subjecting her to that gamble. 

Though, he still wished that he could have gotten out of that gamble. When he stayed in their rooms after they returned, he wasn't able to do much besides laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling as his mind refused to let him forget the event. He wasn't even able to sleep much, if at all, due to his brain deciding that it was a good idea to make him relive it in his sleep. This caused him to lay in bed all night, wishing that he could turn back time and some how stop all of this from happening. 

He reached his hand up to scratch at a small itch on the back of his hand, stopping in his walking upon realizing that he wasn't wearing his hat. He thought back to that morning, trying to figure out wear he left it. It didn't take much effort for him to remember that he had taken off his hat and sat it on Lucy's bed when he was trying to ensure that she was alright after finding a small puddle of blood on the floor in front of the couch. He had been dragged out of the room by Freed, not given a chance to grab his hat. 

Rufus sighed and continued walking. He thought about going back for it, that would give him an opportunity to avoid a second gamble, but he knew that doing so would just be procrastination. If he was able to find another gate key, then would need to gamble for it, he knew that. There was no point in avoiding it. Besides, Lucy most likely wouldn't appreciate him walking in just for his hat. 

Lucy. 

He was worried about her. This mission couldn't be easy on her. He couldn't imagine the amount of fear and stress that she was going through. It made him saddened to think about. Perhaps she'll feel better when they finish this mission and return to Magnolia. He doubted that the scars she has obtained will fade completely, but he still hoped that succeeding in this mission and returning to Fairy Tail will help her heal. Think about the kinds of torture that Lucy had gone through at the start made her heart clench painfully and his fingernails dig into his palms in anger. If he was successful in winning Lucy's heart, he would ensure that she will never be subjected to such cruelty again. 

His eyes eventually zeroed in on a door that held a sign that announced the offering of a gate key. He walked over to it and gripped the doorknob. As his heart began to beat quicker and his throat tightened, he stood in place and stared down at the doorknob. He could feel his body tremble, the urge to back away from the door becoming stronger with each second that passed. 

He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He remembered the breathing technique that Loke had walked Lucy through a couple of days ago. He breathed in through his nose for four seconds, held it for a count of seven, and exhaled for a count of eight. He continued this until his body's trembling lessened to the point that it was barely noticeable and his heartbeat had calmed. He still had the urge to turn away and leave, but it was more of a flicker, rather than the fire that it had grown into. 

Rufus took another deep breath before opened the door and stepped inside, trying to steel his nerves. He walked into the room and closed the door behind himself. His face twisted into a look of disgust, having almost immediately been assaulted by a strong smell of alcohol. Trying to ignore the smell, he took a look at the room. It was dimly lit, just like all of the other gambling dens that he's stepped into, and along both walls was a large bookcase, filled with all sorts of titles. A quick glance at them lead him to suspect that at least a majority of the books were about magic. 

Sitting on one of the two couches that were on either side of a dark brown, wooden coffee table was a man. The man was leaning back on the couch, one arm drapped over the back of it, and his head was tipped backward. He was downing a bottle of alcohol. Rufus looked down at the man's feet, finding that empty alcohol bottles were scattered around. He grimaced at the sigh and smell, hoping that the smell wouldn't embed itself into his clothing. 

The man finished off the bottle and let it drop onto the floor before he looked over at Rufus and greeted him with a shit-eating grin. "Hey there! Sit down! Make yourself comfortable!" 

Rufus watched as the man stood up and slowly stumbled over to a shelf of alcohol bottles, most of which were already gone, and grabbed as many as he could hold in his arms. The memory-make mage sat on the couch opposite of the one that den owner had been sitting on. 

When the man sat down, Rufus looked him over, seeing that he was dressed in a very casual and rather messy manner. The man had shoulder-length, wild brown hair and he wore a green t-shirt and pair of baggy, black jeans. The man deposited the bottles of alcohol on the couch next to himself and offered one to Rufus, asking, "want one?" 

Rufus shook his head, hoping that he was able to keep his disgust off of his face. "No, thank you." 

The man simply shrugged, opened the bottle, and began downing its contents. Rufus cringed at the display of poor manners. He couldn't remember the last time he's ever witnessed such unmannered set of actions. 

Once the man had finished off his bottle of alcohol, he tossed it onto the floor. He picked up another and slurred, "so...I'm Lial." He hiccuped before he continued, "we-we are going to-to...play Double Memory-" 

Rufus interupted him, "I hate to be rude, but I would like to see the key. Make sure that it's real." 

Lial gave him a puzzled look, probably trying to process what he had said, before his jovial grin returned and he reached into a pants pocket. He layed the key on the table and watched as Rufus picked it up.

Rufus picked up the silver key and looked at its design. The blade was shaped like a feather, intricate designs embedded into it that made is resemble the feather of a peacock. The bow was shapped like a peacock that had its tail feathers spread in a wide display, tiny gems of varying shades of green and blue decorated the tail. 

After confirming that it was real, he laid it back down on the table, pushing to the side of the table, close to the edge. He then looked back up at Lial, asking, "you said that we will be playing Double Memory?" 

Lial nodded, grin still on his face. He reached into a back pocket and pulled out two decks of cards, explaining as he set aside his bottle of alcohol, took the cards out of the boxes, and shuffled them, "you just have to...match at least half of the deck. You-you have to match a c-card with one that has-has the same suit and number as the one you t-turned over in order to get a pair." 

Rufus nodded at this. A smirk grew on his face. One of the perks of using Memory-Make Magic was the excellent memory that it granted. His fears of a repeated Russian Roulette gamble far away from his mind, he was confident in his ability to win this game. He watched as Lial laid out the two decks of cards. 

When Lial leaned back again and took back up the half-empty bottle of alcohol that he had sat down, he gestured toward the cards lazily, telling Rufus to go first. Rufus leaned closer to the coffee table and reached for a random card, turning it over. It was a two of hearts. He reached for another random card, flipping it over to reveal an ace of spades. He noted their positions, committing them to memory, and flipped the two cards back over onto their fronts. 

He straightened his posture and watched as Lial reached forward turning over two cards at random. An ace of diamonds and king of hearts. The cards were flipped back over and Rufus reached forward again. He turned over a card, finding, to his delight, that it was a king of hearts. He moved his hand to the matching card and flipped it over. He picked up the two cards and stacked them off to the side, away from the rest of the hundred-and-two cards. 

Lial reached forward again to turn over two cards, a three of hearts and a six of clubs. Before they were turned back around, Rufus memorized their positions. As he leaned back again and watched as the memory-make mage took his turn, Lial asked after he took a swig from his bottle, "so...what is your m-magic?" He hiccuped and took another swig. 

Rufus made another pair and placed the two cards off to the side, glancing up at the other man as he leaned away from the coffee table. He answered, watching the man's hand reached toward the cards, "Memory-Make Magic. You?" 

Lial gave a drunken chuckle, "it's called. Magic Card." 

Rufus nodded, recalling that Fairy Tail has a card mage. He asked, his curiosity genuine, "are you a member of a guild?" 

Lial shook his head as he leaned away from the coffee table after making a pair and moving the cards away from the others. "No, never my...thing." 

Rufus gave a short hum. He supposed that he souldn't be surprised. What Guild Master would allow one of their mages to frequent this place? 

Lial then asked, "what about you?" 

Rufus was silent. He reached forward to turn over a card, queen of hearts. He looked over the cards, trying to decide which one he was going to try. While doing so, he thought about whether he should answer truthfully or not. His guild mark wasn't visible, thankfully, which meant that he could lie and get away with it. However, he also knew that Lucy and Freed had their guild marks on their hands. That meant there was a possiblity Lial already knew he was accompanying two guild mages. 

He turned over a second card. It was a queen of diamonds. He memorized ther positions and turned them over, finally answering, "I am." 

That seemed to be enough for the drunken man, which surprised Rufus. He had been expecting some prying, but he was, nonetheless, glad that there was none of that. After Lial made another pair and set them to the side, Rufus reached forward, finding that the first card he flipped was an ace of spades. He moved his hand to where he knew the second ace of spades was, moving the pair to the side after revealing them. 

He leaned back again as Lial stated, "we almost n-never get mages here..." He finished off his bottle of alcohol and discarded it onto the floor before he opened up another one. 

Rufus gave a silent sigh. He couldn't wait to get out of this gambling den. He responded as Lial reached forward and turned over two cards that did not match, "I'm not surprised." 

"Why...are you here?" Lial gave him a goofy grin and leaned back against the couch. 

Rufus made yet another pair as he answered stiffly, "that's of none of your concern." He had hoped that his tone made it clear that he wasn't going to divulge into the topic. 

However, it seemed that Lial wasn't going to take the hint. Instead, he prodded, "it's strange for...a m-mage to be here. What's...up with that?" 

Rufus fixed him with a glare. "That is of none of your concern." His tone gave no room for arguments. It was obvious that he wasn't going to speak anymore on his reasons for being here. Fortunetly, Lial seemed to have taken the hint at last. 

The game went on for several silent minutes. According to Rufus' prediction, he won the gamble by a wide margin. He silently thanked his excellent memory as he took the key and walked out of the room. He was starting to make his way back to Lucy, but stopped when he caught sight of green and red. He turned to see Freed walking past. He noticed that the rune mage's brow was furrowed and seemed to be in some kind of determined trance. It made Rufus suspicous as to what he was doing. He watched Freed disappear past several people as he silently questioned what the man was doing. 

It didn't take long for his mind to come up with an explanation. His feet moved to follow after Freed. Had the Fairy Tail mage spotted Terra, Lust, or Nyx? He weaved through small groups of people, being mindful to not run or appear to be in a hurry so tha he doesn't draw unwanted attention. 

He finally came to the end of the wide hallway, finding a closed, steel door. After looking around and not seeing Freed, he made his way over to the door. He pushed it open with a grunt and stepped through. He looked up and froze at what he saw. Freed was being pinned to the ground, his arms held behind his back. A man with black hair was pinning him down, while a pink-haired woman and a blue-haired man stood to the side. 

Rufus gritted his teeth and prepared to attack just as Nyx requipped a key onto his hand and summoned, "Open! Gate of the Serpent: Serpens!" 

With the blink of an eye, a large, green-scaled snake darted toward Rufus, snapping it's fangs at him. Rufus jumped away, only faintly hearing Freed urging him to retrieve Lucy and Midnight.

Serpens continuously snapped at Rufus, not allowing the man to get a chance to cast a spell. All he was able to do as jump away, trying to make his way to the door. He knew that he wouldn't be able to fight all three of these mages, not while Serpens was attacking him, at least. The only option he really had was to bring Lucy and Midnight here and hope that it wouldn't be too late by the time he leads them here. 

He managed to make it to the door, however, as he attempted to open it, he clutched onto the doorknob and gritted his teeth once he felt a sharp pain in his upper back. He clenched his teeth to suppress a scream of pain before he forced his eyes open and attempted to look behind himself, finding that Serpens had sunk its fangs into his upper back, just in between his shoulders. 

Rufus gave a pained gasp when the celestial spirit released him. His knees almost instantly felt weak and his body trembled in pain. His legs quickly gave out underneath him as his breathing became labored. He turned his upper body around to look up at the large snake. He raised his hand, an attempt to cast a spell that would hopefully send the spirit back to the Spirit World. However, as sweat rolled down his temples and his eyelids became impossible to hold up. The last thing he was able to register was falling over onto the ground before he slipped into unconsciousness. 

#fairy tail #rufus lore #freed justine #mentions of other characters #mentions of trauma #near panic attack #ocs #serpens #angst #gambling #drinking #alcohol #multi chapter story #chapter twenty eight

[revrads]

“The catcher in the rye”

I miss Mindhunter :(

#mindhunter #netflix series #netflix original #holden ford #jonathan groff #mindhunter fanart #fanart #digital art #drawing #art #fake screenshot #((Holden my beloved pathetic little dude <3)) #((Traumatized sopping wet cat but still an asshole)) #((Also Catcher in the Rye reference cause Holden lmao)) #((Idk he's very Holden Caulfield coded)) #((Narcissistic? Troubled? Had a near panic attack due to being touched by an older man?)) #((I love him sm Fincher really had us in the first half when he cancelled Season 3 :/)) #((Fincher if you give us Mindhunter season 3 I would donate an organ

[pushing500]

I didn't know that the anxiety trait gave colonists panic attacks. Aw, poor Vu. At least Candlelight was there to help calm her down.

Irwin wants everyone in the colony to have a good time, which is all good and well, except that the food we're binging on is only edible by about three colonists. Everyone else is gonna be living off tea and coffee for two days.

We all headed down to the riverside for the feast, which was very eventful and lovely (well, lovely for some people- Candlelight couldn't walk for a few days, but that's what she gets for getting into a fight with someone who is actually capable of melee combat).

Why does nobody want to take the only colonist I actively dislike?? I don't want to deliberately accidentally get him killed, but it's getting to the point where I think it might be my only option...

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#rimworld #gracie plays #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #unpolished art #tw panic attack #As frustrating as the feast was I'm glad they used my riverside picnic area #It's very pretty and I like it #The only person who uses it regularly is (ugh) Wookshys #That's just because the table is near where he does his fishing and he eats lunch at it #Looking forward to Kaz and Fafo's wedding!!! #Hoping for an Impid baby or two in the near future <3 <3 #Baby Andy is going to need some friends after all #Candlelight is awful at melee #As is the norm for most t'au I suppose but Candlelight's not even fire caste #And Laurie is a very large and scary woman who DOES know how to fight #This colony is great I'm having so much fun <3 #Hope y'all are having a good time too!!! #The Animist Alliance

[shima-draws]

Told my boss that NO I cannot take over customer phone calls because my anxiety will literally not be able to take it. And I’m being SO brave about it,

#I say this as I’m sitting here shaking and on the verge of having an anxiety attack. AHA #Shima speaks #She called me yesterday morning and was like. Hey your coworker is drowning and I KNOW you hate phone calls #But she really needs help #And I was like. Yeah okay. Maybe I can do this. #Fast forward to last night. I’m in bed hyperventilating bc no I CANNOT do this #My mental health has already been Bad for the past few months bc I’m already working overtime for this job #And now to take on the One thing I generally get anxious about? Bro. It’s gonna kill me. 100% no exaggeration #So I called my boss this morning and was like hi I’m so sorry I said I would but I actually can’t. I deadass had an anxiety attack #just THINKING about it last night #And she was like omg no I get it. I have anxiety too I know what it’s like. It’s debilitating sometimes #So she said I didn’t have to do the phone calls and now I’m like YIPPEE #And she said hey that was a really brave thing to do. Speaking up like that and making it clear when you’re not comfortable with something #Me still shaking and holding back tears: Thank you I’m being SO brave about this rn #Anyway I’m still coming down from the near panic attack I had before I called her to tell her lmao #It’s been a rough 24 hours. I’m fine (lying) #I’ll BE fine now that I don’t have to talk to angry customers on the phone tho 🥰