honey dew: terrornuckel fic

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edit 8/12/21:
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ahem I am hinta your author and if you're looking for a good read I'm sorry please turn around you've come to the wrong side of the earth does this LOOK like I placed any thought behind it no this is a first draft and I don't plan on making it a second draft any time soon so yes bitch i am no clown i am the entire damn CIRCUS and this becomes your problem when you click on this flaming pile of bird shit
beyond this point i am not liable for any damage taken or done (and please provide a receipt) /j
so close your eyes, take a deep breath and enjoy this abominable dirt cake I've cooked up
Best regards hinta (bows)

word count: 2701

"HEYY!!"
Brock couldn't help but wince at the loud, shameless voice, though a wide, wry grin grew on his face. turning around, he saw his middle school friend, Evan, back in his usual red jacket and sunglasses. He silently noted that his wings had grown a lot. did his?
"Brock, its been so long!" Evan chirped. "I haven't seen you ever since you burnt your pants off with the fireworks that time!"
As Brock tried to shush him, given the amount of students around both of them, Evan gave a hearty laugh and slapped Brocks back with his wing. he reeled forward, nearly falling. Oh god, even his wings are more powerful now!
Nearly dropping the books in his hands, Brock said, "Hey, dude, you stay here, OK? let me just go drop these off!"
"Oh, sure! Catch ya later, early bird!"
Brock couldn't help but smile, and it was still on his face when he landed on it.
"OW!! What the- Hey!" Looking back up from his books that were sprawled all over the floor, he caught sight of a student leaning against his locker.
he had ruffled hazelnut hair, crumpled clothes and a Cheshire grin. this was gonna take a long time, wasn't it?
"What? Lil chicken is all mad?" He cooed mockingly. Brock sighed in frustration, turning back to collect his books. What was with this guy?
A sudden, dizzying pain suddenly shot itself into his wing. They unfolded at once, freaking out a little bit and nearly hitting another student. Whipping around, Brock saw that the guy had plucked one of his feathers. To his horror, he realised that it was the primary feather on his left wing, and the first one.
"Hey, dude! That's not funny! Just quit it already!"
Brock stood up, holding his books close to his chest and letting his wings stretch out a little, feathers rippling in alarm. They were pretty big, and tired from being cooped up in the same position for such a long time, but hungry for action nevertheless.
"Or what?" He grinned even wider. His mouth looked like it was about to fall off.
"HEY, DICK HEAD!" The both of them turned to Brocks right to see someone.
He had slightly brownish hair and a leather jacket, and to Brocks amazement, a mechanical implant in his left eye.
He marched right up to the guy, who instantly got off Brocks locker. "Hey, wait wait! It- it's all cool!"
"Fuck off!" The guy spat. "I don't want to see your ass bullying other people for the sake of your own self esteem. Piss off, Michael!"
"Okay, okay, jeez! Me and Brocky here were just playing! Right?" Michael suddenly flashed these eyes at him. They were big and intense, and it dug holes into Brock. Still, seeing the feather that he was hiding behind his back, he refused to be daunted by him.
"No! Seriously, just screw off."
To Brocks relief, he did, but not before winking at him.
"Seeya later, honey~!" To say that he was appalled by the likes of this guy was an understatement for poor Brock. Bullied on his first day already?
"Hey, you good?" Brock turned his eyes to the guy who stood up for him. He had a wide chest and rather handsome face.
That doesn't mean that Brock was attracted to him. Was he?
"Uh- Y-yeah! I'm fine." His wing hurt like shit, he didn't know why he was suddenly all stuttery in front of this guy. "I-I'm Brock."
The man flashed him a smile. "My name's Brian, pleased to meet you. As for that fuck nugget over there.."
Brock snickered.
".. That's Michael, from my middle school. He's been a real bitch ever since we met."
"W-Wow.." All of a sudden, Brock couldn't speak.
"uh-Brock?"
"Wha-?"
"What happened to your wing?"
"Ah!" Brock suddenly dead panned. He already said he was alright, didn't he? Now it'd be weird..!
"I- I got it.. wrenched in a bush!"
"Oh, god.." Brian winced. "That must've hurt."
remembering Evan, Brock went on to unlock his locker for the first time, placing his books inside.
8.04am, the clock read.
"Hey, school starts at.. at 8.30, right?"
"Yup! What's your first class, Brock?"
"Uhh.." He fished out his timetable. ".. Math. Damn it!"
"Hey, I have that class too!" Brock couldn't bear his excited smile. it was so happy, and because of him? He felt like he was exploding.
"Brock!" He instantly knew who that was.
Whipping around, he saw Evan, running up to him.. with David!
"Oh, hey Evan!" He cheered. "And David!"
"Howdy doody, Broccoli!" David called in his Irish accent. "How's it going?"
"Great, great! Oh, and this is Brian."
Brian flashed that smile again. "Sup, bitches!"
Brock turned away, smiling internally from his banter.
As they decided to explore the school a little bit, finding their classes (which Brock and Brian were the only ones in Math—that means that he'll sit next to him!) The little group talked about various things, like Evan and Brocks wings and Brian's mechanical implant, which Brock had found out that he was born without his eye, thus getting it patched up with his current one.
As the bell rung, signifying 8.25am, David got up from the bench right outside one of the school entrances. "Aight, fellas, I gotta dip. DNT class is like, on the other side of the school." He groaned.
Brian laughed, joined by Evan. Brock was too busy revelling in the sound of Brian's laugh to join them. Then one of his feathers got caught on in between the wood planks that made the bench and he instantly flinched.
Snapping back into reality, he caught David looking at him.
He shrugged. "Seeya dudes." did he see him staring at Brian?
Evan got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I've History right now. Catch yall later during lunch?"
"Gotcha!"
"Sweet, bye!"
Brock hurried after Brian, who had gotten up, simply relishing in how close he was.
... Did he just catch feelings on the first day of school?
"Brock, what's your sexuality? If its not too personal, I mean."
"I- What?"
"Your.. sexuality."
"Oh, uhhh.." Was Brock ready to open up about this? He's seen online slander about LGBTQ+. Was Brian homophobic?
Brock took a deep breath and said, "Bisexual."
"Oh, sweet! I thought other bisexuals didn't exist at this point, seeing that I haven't even met any since I came out." He laughed cheerily.
"What..? Wait, other bisexuals? You're.. bi?"
"Yep!" He grinned proudly. Brock nearly had a heart attack.
They fist bumped, initiated by Brian. Where Brian's hand had touched Brock's seemed to burn. He ran his thumb over his fingers, imagining that he was holding his actual hand for a minute second.
Shaking the thoughts away, Brian suddenly hissed, "8.33am."
Brock immediately darted forward, tailed by Brian. "Shit! I didnt realise we were walking for that long!"
The two of them raced to class.
When Brian burst into class, Ms Shelby was waiting for them.
She had a plait in her hair that led to a bun and had a light golden and white suit. She looked like an angel.
"Boys, you're three minutes late," She sighed. "Reason?"
"Ah... well, we were just.. walking slowly!"
"Walk faster next time."
"Uh- O-Ok!"
"As for your seating arrangement, just sit anywhere. I'll be deciding another seating arrangement soon." The seats were arranged in pairs. Brock fumbled his wings and caught one of them on the door frame. Spying two empty chairs at the back of class, they both immediately bee lined for them.
Sitting next to Brian, Brock smiled. He liked this. He liked that Brian instantly thought of Brock when it came to sitting next to who, like he did.
The entire time during Math, Brock genuinely tried to listen in class and take notes. Brian wouldn't let him.
It almost felt like he had a death wish, tickling him at inordinate times, talking to him all the time and getting the both of them nearly sent to the office.
Brock had the time of his life in Math class. But at the same time it seemed that quadratic equations were pretty hard and he didn't know what to do.
they walked out of class, giggling about the one time David fell into the pool and pulled Brock in with him.
Checking his schedule, Brian said, "I have Geography later. You?"
"Chemistry."
"Aww.." He groaned. "Guess we won't be sitting next to each other, then."
Brock flushed.
"Brine!" David called from far.
"Fucki- David?!" Brian whipped around. "What'dcha just call me?!"
Brock started giggling.
"Bri'n, just now in DNT class there was a fookin RAT!"
Brian started laughing. "What, scared?"
"NO!"
As the day went on, meeting up in cafeteria during recess, going for more classes until the last one, Brock had to admit that he had  a pretty fun day with Brian and his friends.
At the last class, which was the FT period, Mr Mitch—their form teacher—sat everyone down.
"So, class, I'm your form teacher, Mr Mitch, and this will be your class for CCE periods, training, field trips and assemblies at the hall."
Brock looked at Brian, sitting at the top right corner of the class, and David, just in front of him. The thought of spending field trips with them was dizzyingly excitable.
"Right now is training period, so everyone, proceed to the field."
Getting up, Brock padded over to Brian.
said eagle flinched a bit, his wings going clammy, as Brian skipped over to him.
"Brock, where's Evan?"
"Oh, he's sleeping. Evan's nocturnal, remember?"
"OH-! Wait, because he's an owl hybrid! Wait, Brock, you're an eagle hybrid, right?!"
"Uh- Yeah!"
"That's so cool! I've seen videos of eagles hunting and they're so fucking fast they're like as fast as a car and speeding at that! They've always been my favourite!"
"Oh.. really?" Brock couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah!! They're so cool!"
Brock laughed. "What about you, Brian?"
"Oh, I'm an ice kin."
"What, really?" Brock's eyes became wide. "You can control ice?"
"Y-Yeah, I guess!" Brian chuckled. his cheeks were a bit red from embarrassment. Brock bit his lip, looking away. He was terrifyingly cute.
As the students exited the building and into the blaring sun, Brian turned around in excitement. "Brock, they have a diving board for birds!"
"What?! Holy shit!" The two of them raced out into the field. Compared to the other schools they've been in, the field was big, and the bird post stretched into the sky.
"Duude..!"
"Okay, class!" Mr Mitch called. "I will be assessing you one by one! For now, just practice!"
Brian immediately started pulling Brock along to the bird post. "C'mon, c'mon! I wanna see you in action!"
"Wait up, guys!" David called.
"Hurry up, slow poke!"
As the trio got to the bird post, Brock sighed, untucking his wings and stretching them into the air. They were sore from being held in one place for so long. At least this was the last period..
Brian watched with awe as he saw the absolute length of his wings.
"They're- They're so big.." He whispered. "They're amazing!"
"Brock, did yer' wings become bigger?!"
"Did they? I don't know.."
After Brock stretched a little, he sat down. "Wait.."
"Brock? What's wrong?"
"Just gotta even my wings out."
"What?" It has just occurred to him that he didn't know what that was.
Stretching his right wing in front of him, he scratched a little at the tip of his wing, where the first primary feather was. "Look," he explained. "One of my primary feathers on my left wing is missing."
He stretched his other wing into the air for them to see.
"And that's uneven already. Having an extra feather on my right wing is going to throw me off."
"Oh.." Brian nodded. "Wait, are you going to have to rip that off too?!"
Brock winced. "I prefer you don't call it like that. See, it gets loose. So it's not that painful."
Brock held up the feather. It was nearly as big as his forearm. Did his wings grow that much?
Brian took the feather from him, marvelling at it. "Woah..."
"You can keep that if you want."
"WHA- REALLY?!"
"Sure! sure."
"OMIGOD THANK YOU BROCK!" Brian wrapped his arms around Brock briefly. Brock was more distracted by how his skin wasn't baking under the hot sun. It was, actually relatively cold. Was it his ice quirk? He didn't know.
Getting up, Brock shaked his wings around a little, before taking a deep breath. He could almost hear Brian fan girling in the back.
Brock started running. Then he started flapping.
Having not flown in a while, he was almost surprised that his wings still worked, though he was in the middle of getting into the process.
Soaring up onto the platform, he nearly forgot to engage his legs and arms and land safely, and not on his chest. This was always the hardest, he could recall, since he had to engage both his wings and limbs.
Looking at the duo, Brock heard Brian screech, "DO A FLIP!"
Laughing merrily, Brock turned around, placing the balls of his feet at the very edge of the platform.
Falling backwards, He quickly wrenched his left wing forward and right wing back, spinning for a while before spreading them out and soaring towards them.
having been investing too many brain cells in calculating what to do mid air in order to not fall to his death, Brock failed to engage his legs in time and rolled over, his wings getting everywhere.
"Brock, Brock! Are you good?"
"Yeah! God, I miss flying." Brock sprung up, shaking his ruffled wings out.
"Brian, what about you?" He heard David question. "What can you do?"
"Ah, well.." He said thoughtfully. "It's just a bit of.. This!" Brian flicked his hand to the right.
Emerging from the roots of the grass were plumes of ice that were frosted blue on the insides and the colour of the sky in the morning on the outside. a wave of frost followed after and everyone in the immediate vicinity felt a cold presence settle around them despite the blaring sun of the did.
"That- That's so cooooool!" Brock squealed, setting his fingers on the ice. it was as freshly cold as his toes in an air conditioned room. "Hey, Evan is a fire kin, too!"
"Wait, what?" Brian's eyes stretched wide. "He's a fire kin? AND, an owl hybrid?!"
"Yep!"
"Dude, those are so rare!"
"Brock!" Mr Mitch called. Whipping around, he saw him jogging towards him.
"Ah, M-Mr Mitch!"
"Okay, so." He pulled him away from his friends. "You're an eagle hybrid, right?"
"Yep."
"Aight, so I want you to..."
In the end, Mr Mitch accidently held everyone back by 15 minutes, but everyone didn't seem to mind, having an open area to express themselves. As the little team of friends walked out of school, laughing about the green m&m, Brian quietly changed paths and veered over to Brock.
He didn't talk or anything. Just walked, laughed with the gang, like normal. David didn't question, and just filled the space up.
When Brock tucked himself to bed that night, the last thing he remembered thinking of was Brian. 

notes
- in the original Dragon Fruit, brock was the one that had the ice quirk. I'm quite sure that Brian had a fighting quirk but I don't vibe with that alot
- Michael was named Jester in Dragon fruit but i thought it was too comical
- in the second chapter I realised that Evan was nocturnal and had to edit him out of the last period

this fic will mainly focus on brocks crush on brian rather than the actual relationship part. it's relatively slow compared to other fanfic I've read.
please stick around for the adventure. this will probably be updated very slowly, but I hope that i will pick up my pace soon. I am planning to introduce Tyler and john, and hopefully others like Marcel or droid.
I hope you had a good read

Hinta