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HEY THERE HICCANNA NATION, GUESS WHO DECIDED TO WRITE A HALLMARK CHRISTMAS AU 100% ON IMPULSE

I blame @lovestrucklyuniverse, we were talking about it and I ended up just taking the idea and running with it :O Stressed Businessey Guy Hiccup x Hometown Christmas Tree-Hauling Hunk(ess) Anna is the AU I never knew I needed <3 Also childhood friends to lovers Hiccanna is best Hiccanna and I will not hear otherwise <3 Like such an absolute joy to write!!! Every single time!!!

I will warn y’all in advance, this bad boy is shamelessly cheesy and disgustingly tropey and painfully formulaic...and no, I will not apologize for it XD Like sometimes you just want to write OTP content with “And everyone on the bus clapped!!!” energy, and you know what??? You should be allowed that!!! As a treat!!! A Christmas present, if you will!!!

Fic (or fic-ish thing) got long, so it’s under the cut! As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

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Stressed-out data organizer Hiccup Haddock works for one of the most reputable companies in New York City: Pitch Black’s Deep Sleep insomnia remedies, supposedly the only sleeping tablets that can block out the city that never sleeps. Mr. Black has quite the monopoly on the sleep med market, and his clientele only keeps growing and growing as more and more potential customers move to the big apple.

Hiccup’s job is simple: Compile and analyze customer satisfaction surveys and online reviews, and turn the results into statistics the marketing department can use. It pays a handsome salary--more than enough to get Hiccup and his cat Toothless a decent apartment with a lovely city skyline view. It’s a good job--the beginning of a good career with lots of room for advancement. Hiccup knows he should be grateful to his father for pulling strings and using connections in the business world to secure his son a respectable position straight out of college.

And yet...Hiccup can’t say why, but he feels empty. Unfulfilled. All he wants is an escape from the life that’s supposed to make him happy.

The winter holidays couldn’t come soon enough. When at last it comes time to embark on his yearly PTO, Hiccup practically sprints out of the building...only to be called into Pitch’s office at the last possible second.

He wonders if this means a raise in the new year, but no. Not yet, anyways. Pitch has a special mission for him--and one that could indeed lead to a promotion at that.

When Hiccup gets back to his hometown, he texts his parents and asks if they need him to stop by the local Christmas tree farm and get them a tree. It’s no trouble, he tells them, the farm is right on the way into town anyways and there’s plenty of room on top of his Honda Accord. Stoick and Valka, always busy with their jobs right up until the very last minute, are more than happy for their son to save them the effort.

When Hiccup pulls into the parking lot, the first thing he sees in the information booth is a shock of orange hair. The woman behind the desk turns, and he makes out two braids.

He squints, gingerly plodding over to get a closer look. Could that be...?

The clerk turns all the way around, and a familiar freckled face glows with delight. None other than Anna Runeardsen, Hiccup’s best friend from elementary school all the way through college, is now screeching with joy and doing parkour across the check-out counter. As soon as her boots hit the snow, she’s bolting toward him at absolutely insane speeds.

Although he smiles and waves, he can’t help but wonder what Anna’s doing here. Sure, his job has kept him so busy that he hasn’t had a proper conversation with her in months (that’s normal for full-time adult jobs, right? ...right?), but he doesn’t remember Anna having any great aspirations to work on a small town tree farm.

He’s brought out of his thoughts by the sight of Anna doing a full-on somersault toward him (why he couldn’t say. To get rid of pent-up energy from standing in the same place for hours? To express joy at being alive? The Christmas spirit? Anna’s motivations were often a mystery) before springing up and capturing him in shockingly strong arms. Hiccup is naught but a blubbering mess as Anna picks him up and spins him around, all his dignity scampering back to NYC at once.

“Wh--Anna--your--what are you--your muscles!” Evidently Hiccup also left his ability to form complete sentences in New York.

“Well, duh.” She puts him down and thunks him on the forehead. It nearly knocks him over. “You can’t load trees onto people’s cars with twig arms. If I didn’t beef up, I never woulda gotten promoted to assistant manager!”

She gestures proudly at her name tag, which does indeed have ASSISTANT MANAGER written on it in very important-looking type font.

“Wow, rising up in the world on me, are you?” He gives her arm an affectionate pat. “How’d you end up working at this kinda place, anyways? I didn’t know you were into trees.”

It sounds like a stupid thing to say, Hiccup realizes as soon as the words leave his mouth. Anna just blows a raspberry and shrugs, not seeming to mind.

“Ah, well, you know. I didn’t know what to do after college, so I picked up a gig here. And they love me!” She flexes a bicep, and Hiccup blushes. An embarrassing amount.

“Never underestimate how useful throwing trees around is as a life skill,” she adds, poking him in the chest and giving him a stern look.

“I...wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, having no idea how else to respond.

An awkward beat passes. Hiccup feels a twinge of sadness, wondering when he became so braindead from looking over 100+ customer satisfaction surveys a day that he couldn’t think of anything to say to his lifelong best friend.

“Oh, shit!” Anna abruptly slaps him in the chest, just as she’d always done when she was excited about something. (Her increased upper body strength, however, now sends Hiccup stumbling.) “You probably want to buy a tree, don’t you?” She grins meekly. “Sorry. Total brain fart. Come on, the best ones haven’t sold out yet!”

She drags him across the yard and through several neat rows of trees, chattering all the while about which color of lights and which types of ornaments pair best with different evergreens. Hiccup feels something akin to serenity (was that even a sensation he could still experience?) as they fall back into the same routine they’ve had since they were 5.

Anna stops importantly in front of a tree line that smells like a mountain cabin. She picks up a nearby shovel--the things are lying around like video game power-ups--and starts hacking away at the dirt around the trunk before Hiccup can so much as comment.

“A balsam fir would be perfect for you,” she says between soil stabs. “They smell really nice, so added aromatherapy, right? And the branches are really strong, so they can fit all those big, bulky ornaments from your mom’s travels, no problem.”

His face grows red, and he’s pretty sure it’s not from the cold. “Wh-h-how on earth do you remember that?”

Anna just scoffs. “Because what December haven’t I visited your house at some point? Seems like every year, your mom brings back another gigantic metal ornament from like...Eastern Russia or something. Junior year of college your entire tree almost fell over.”

He smiles weakly, the memory warming his cheeks. “Yeah, my mom does love her collectibles.”

Anna continues her soil excavation, muttering and cursing from time to time about “this stupid tree’s invincible roots.” For reasons Hiccup can’t fathom, she suddenly decides she’s done and takes a step back, letting out a satisfied sigh.

She barely lets herself savor her apparent success before she’s squatting down and wrapping her hands around the tree’s trunk. In one fell swoop, she yanks the damn thing straight out of the ground, its roots hanging around it in dirty little strings.

Hiccup’s jaw is hanging open as she throws the balsam fir over her shoulder. Anna turns at just the right time to see him gawking like a confused fish.

“H--how...?”

“Come on, Hiccup. Didn’t you wonder why I came back after college?” She breaks into a wicked grin. “I wanted to get in touch with my roots.”

She grabs one of the tree’s roots, flicking it at Hiccup and spraying dirt across his jacket. He lets out a long groan.

Of course Anna would play off her newly-found strength with horrible puns.

He once again doesn’t have time to formulate a response before Anna is already striding off toward his car, throwing a casual “Oh, could you grab some attachment cables from the side of the check-out building? I would, but my hands are kind of full of tree right now” over her shoulder.

He should be used to it by now. That’s how Anna rolls--keep up and get with the program, or you’ll be left behind. It probably didn’t even occur to her that he’d spend any time dwelling on her now embodying an Amazonian warrior.

It takes far shorter than Hiccup expects to tie the tree to the top of his car, and Anna does most of the work. All he does is hold the thing in place (Admittedly still a difficult task, with his stick figure arms. An exhausting full-time desk job has a way of draining him long before he can ever get in an evening workout.) while Anna clambers up and squirms around on his car roof. Her methods of securing the piece of foliage are completely inscrutable to him, but by the time she’s done, the Christmas tree is more tightly bound an enemy of the state about to undergo an intense interrogation.

“Hey, so...” Anna slides off Hiccup’s car, boots smacking the parking lot. She shoots him an uncertain look. “My shift’s done in like 10 minutes, and my house is right on the way to your house, so...you want to swing by and hang out?”

Hiccup smiles, shrugging. “Why not?”

“Great!” Anna claps her hands triumphantly, bouncing up and down. “I’ve got something to show you.”

***

The “something” turns out to be a sad, crumpled pile of red and green plastic in Anna’s front yard. A mere forlorn shadow of whatever it previously was, as evidenced by Anna’s cry of despair.

“Damn it! He’s leaking again?!”

She turns back halfway through hurrying across the lawn and dives back into her car. Standing patiently in the Runeardsens’ driveway, Hiccup watches through the windshield as Anna rummages through the glove compartment and yanks out a red bandana. He’s intrigued when she strides over to him.

“Wear this for a few minutes, would ya?” she says, already tying the bandana over Hiccup’s eyes.

Not long after, the air is filled with sharp hissing and a deafening drone. The re-inflation of the whatever-it-is doesn’t appear to be going as fast as Anna hoped i her profuse swearing and muttered complaints are any evidence.

Hiccup chuckles to himself, realizing this is probably the only time in the next year that he won’t be in a rush. Anna can take her sweet time.

Nonetheless, it’s what feels like an eternity later that Anna finally pulls the bandana off. “Ta-da!”

And there, front and center in Anna’s yard, is an enormous red-and-green dragon, Santa hat on his head and snout full of candy canes. Anna squeals, hopping up and down.

“Isn’t he gorgeous?” she gushed. “I got him at a garage sale.”

The creature is so tackily charming that Hiccup has to beam. God, how he’d missed these sorts of zany, impulsive purchases being sprung on him.

For a moment, they both contentedly ponder the ridiculous inflatable beast. Anna sighs wistfully.

“Hey, remember when you wanted to be a ‘dragonologist’ when you grew up? And all our teachers kept having to tell you that’s not a thing?”

“How could I forget?” Hiccup snorts. “Matthias Cornwall overheard me telling Mrs. Dennison about it and teased me for weeks. Kept following me around with a notepad and pencil asking if I wanted his professor dad to ‘give me a grant’ so I could ‘publish a dragon journal.’”

Anna sniggers. “I wonder if that asshole still drops buzzwords to try and sound smart.”

“Considering how much he argued with that one history teacher we had in high school...I’d say it’s highly likely.”

Anna shakes her head, smiling. “And then after 5th grade you were gonna settle for being a part-time herpetologist and a part-time fantasy author.”

“Yeah.” He laughs hollowly. “I guess I did.”

She turns, giving him a searching look. “Whatever happened to that?”

His stomach clenches, and he does his best to put on an unconcerned look. “I...guess I figured I should lower my standards? I’ve already done it in every other area of life--why not work?”

“Oh, come on!” Anna looks horrified. “Has this new fancy-shmancy job of yours sucked all the joy out of you?! I’ve barely heard from you since you started! And now that you’re finally back home, you’re all...” She scrunches her nose and waves her hands around, as though trying to find the perfect descriptor. “You’re all sad!”

He rolls his eyes. “I am not! I am very content and well-provided-for in this career, and I’m absolutely thriving--”

“Not buying it.” Anna crosses her arms. As usual, she’s not fooled for a second. “You’re miserable, aren’t you?”

He waves his arms in exasperation. “I am not miserable--”

“Oh, that is some bullshit.” Anna grabs his wrist and yanks him toward her front door. “Come on, we’re gonna go make fancy whipped-cream-and-peppermint hot chocolate and watch Elf or The Grinch or something.”

And so begins a whirlwind Christmas holiday filled with snow-frolicking, competitive eggnog drinking, reindeer-filled carousels, and a gingerbread tree party that is more fun than it has any right to be for an antisocial introvert. In fact--though he’s reluctant to admit it at first--Hiccup is having an immensely better time than he has in months.

Little by little, Hiccup finds himself opening up to Anna about his situation at work. The long hours. The ungodly amount of surveys he’s expected to plow through and analyze in one hour. The fact that lots of surveys show Mr. Black’s insomnia medication causes vivid nightmares, and Hiccup is expected to fudge this data and sweep it under the rug. Anna’s disdain for Hiccup’s boss only grows more and more prominent the more time they spend together.

He can only imagine her rage if she found out about his latest assignment.

Come Christmas morning, his door is nearly busted down when Anna raps on it with the force of a herd of oxen. A bedhead and eyebag-adorned Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III pulls it open while clutching a mug of coffee for dear life.

His best friend standing in front of a parade of glittery animal figurines with little gift boxes tied to their backs. There’s a trail of the beasts all down his walkway, forming a brigade that must’ve taken hours to set up.

“SPECIAL DELIVERY!” she hollers with enough force to awaken the entire neighborhood.

Hiccup can’t help but smile. Shouty on holidays, just like he remembers.

“How long—” He yawns. “How long have you been here?”

“Since 7 in the morning.” She gestures to the bulky ski parka she has on, shivering. “Elsa had to keep bringing me those fancy Starbucks holiday lattes.”

It turns out Anna got him many delightful trinkets and knickknacks (which he’s more than okay with—his hoarding instincts are not unlike those of the beasts he once wanted to study), but the crème of the crop is a string of colorful Christmas lights shaped like curled-up dragons. Anna proudly informs him she got them from the same garage sale where she picked up the inflatable lawn dragon.

For a while, everything is going well. Too well, even. Hiccup even considers telling Anna about the crush he’s been harboring since 5th grade. The same one that never quite saw the light of day.

But as he should know by now--if his dour post-grad life is anything to go off of--nothing good can last.

A pit forms in Hiccup’s stomach when his invitation to the office New Year’s party comes in the mail. Attendance is technically optional, but...well, Hiccup knows how Pitch is. Being there is mandatory if he doesn’t want a boatload of shaming and general passive-aggressiveness for “not participating in company culture.” Maybe even a write-up, if Pitch is feeling petty enough.

And, of course, Pitch will be all too eager to check up on how Hiccup’s little “assignment” is going. If he doesn’t come to the New Year’s party, his boss will only crack down when he goes back to work after the holidays.

Maybe if he manages to avoid the popular Mr. Black (no doubt surrounded by admirers at any extravaganza) for the night...

The one upside is that Hiccup can take a +1. Perhaps if he has Anna along, this stupid event won’t be so wearisome.

Anna, for her part, is absolutely thrilled he’s bringing her along. She can’t stop talking the entire drive to New York, decked out in a dark green velvet dress and rambling about all the tree trivia, art history fun facts, and tidbits about her favorite anthropological studies that she’s going to drop at the shindig.

She looks stunning, decked out in a dark green velvet dress and wearing her hair in a braid crown held together by golden star-shaped pins. She even insists on bringing a sparkly-but-mismatched ornament necklace to “complete the Christmas tree look.”

But enough of these thoughts. He should be keeping his eyes on the road, not his plus-one. It’s not like they’re dates or anything. They’re just going as friends--same way they’ve always attended events together. Every high school dance, every college party...going together was only ever a platonic thing, he’s sure.

When they drive into a snowy NYC, Hiccup hardly expects that 30 minutes later, Anna will be becoming best friends with half the office. They’ve barely gotten off the elevator before Anna starts making the rounds.

Hiccup gets into a bland discussion with his cubicle neighbor Sheila (one of his only coworkers he feels fully comfortable talking to) only to turn and find his plus-one gone, chatting up Katrina From Marketing. As Sheila tells him all about her mortgage in the suburbs (this is news to him, by the way--does New York City even have suburbs? Aren’t the closest suburbs in New Jersey or something?), Hiccup repeatedly glances at Anna, strolling from person to person like she has a “talking checklist” and needs to make a tick mark for every person in the company.

When Sheila’s attention is caught by a lackluster cucumber, zucchini, and cherry tomato Christmas tree on the snack table, Hiccup checks on Anna again. He does a double take, finding she’s managed to get into a conversation with none other than Pitch Black himself.

He can’t quite say why, but he feels a heavy dread deep in his stomach.

Hiccup starts to make his way toward them only to be stopped by several people, all telling him how charming and delightful his girlfriend is. With hot cheeks, Hiccup has to correct them over and over--Anna is definitely not his girlfriend. And they’re definitely not dating. As nice as that would be. But the point is that they’re certainly not.

A shriek rings through the 10th floor penthouse. Hiccup turns away from Laura From Sales just in time to see Anna grab Debbie McMannison’s pitcher of homemade eggnog and dump it over his boss’s head.

“That’s for making Hiccup work weekends!” she screeches, not a hint of remorse on her face as the ashen-skinned man becomes drenched in holiday beverage. “And for shoving more surveys at him in an hour than would be reasonable for anyone and not paying him for working off-the clock and making him do sketchy stuff against his will and selling evil nightmare pills and branding them as insomnia pills and giving all your employees jack shit for sick and vacation days because of your stupid profits!”

The rest of the office watches in what can only be described as wonder.

Jean From Accounting lets out a contented sigh, elbowing Hiccup in the side.

“She’s a keeper, that one.” Jean chuckles. “Your girlfriend’s got spirit. Haven’t seen someone show the boss what for since this company’s Dark Ages.”

“She’s not my--” Hiccup doesn’t have time to finish the 15th correction tonight before Steve From PR runs into the room in a frantic rush. “The countdown is starting!”

Steve hurriedly switches on the TV, and everyone is suddenly too busy shouting numbers as the Times Square ball drops to pay heed to The Eggnog Incident.

Anna puts down the empty pitcher and saunters over, face glowing with smug triumph as her shiny green dress sweeps across the carpet. She doesn’t say anything as the countdown continues, only wrapping Christmas tree-strengthened arms around his waist and pulling him in with a playful look in her eyes.

Suddenly Hiccup understands. This whole holiday, the unspoken something between him and Anna, the feelings brewing between them for the last 18 years...

It was never just all in his head.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

She leans in and kisses him like he’s wanted to do since they were 12.

For a moment, everything is perfect. All Hiccup can taste is frosted brownies and milk chocolate peppermint bark and gingerbread and cherry ribbon candy. All he can feel is Anna’s body against him, warm and soft and rippling with muscle to protect him from incoming projectiles and bad bosses alike. He pictures the wintry weather outside, and pretends for a second that this moment can be preserved forever in a festive holiday snow globe.

And then the moment ends.

“You!” The partygoer cheers are drowned out by a furious roar. Hiccup and Anna pull apart, looking up to see an eggnog-soaked Pitch Black stumbling toward them.

“Little small-town tree farm girl,” he hisses, glaring at Anna. “You actually think Haddock here cares about you? You think you’ve charmed him up with your lazy, indolent frivolity, convinced him to move back to your backwoods dump? Ha!” He barks out a laugh, and Hiccup picks up a trace of whiskey on his breath.

Oh, no. Pitch isn’t going to mince any words.

“You’re right about one thing.” The pallid man snickers, shaking his head. “People were starting to suspect about the...unpleasant side effects of some of my products. Clever girl.” He clicks his tongue. “So I was planning on...branching into something new. No pun intended.”

Anna narrows her eyes, not fully letting go of Hiccup. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Right before the holidays, I was talking to your friend Mr. Haddock here about how real Christmas trees are just...so passe.” Pitch boredly clicks his fingernails together. “No one wants them anymore. No, plastic trees are all the rage now. Scented trees in particular. You can use the same one year after year, and by god! You can get one that smells like sugar cookies if you like!”

“That’s a load of crap.” Anna crosses her arms. “I get plenty of customers!”

“Ah, but that’s the problem, isn’t it, Ms. Runeardsen?” Pitch narrows his eyes. “Your little establishment isn’t going out of business fast enough. So I needed to, well...speed up the process. And that’s where your little friend comes into play.”

“Hiccup...” The baffled look in Anna’s eyes makes Hiccup wince. “What’s he talking about?”

Pitch sneers at her.

“I sent him to sabotage your farm! Why else did you think he spent so much time with you? What, you thought he actually liked you?”

“Of course he likes me!” Anna bristles. “We’re best friends!”

“Not anymore. Work is Hiccup’s best friend now, and he’s done his job to a T.”

“He’s full of shit.” Anna turns to him with a terrified expression that makes his heart clench. “...right?”

“He...well I mean, uh...he may have asked me to do that, yes.” Hiccup grimaces, the words coming out in a stumbling mess. “But I wasn’t ever going to follow through! Honest!”

“Oh, sure,” Pitch sneers. “Not even for that handsome promotion I offered you? Not even if your job was in danger if you didn’t? Face it, my dear.” He looks at Anna with condescending pity. “He was using you to boost his own career.”

Anna turns to Hiccup, blue eyes growing more and more scared. “Were you?!”

“No! Of course not!” Hiccup shook his head. “Well, okay, maybe at first I was considering it, but then I saw how happy you were working there and how many people loved authentic trees, and...”

He trails off, dread twisting tighter in his stomach as Anna shakes her head. Tears start to trickle down her cheeks, taking midnight blue eyeliner with them.

“I guess that’s all I ever am, isn’t it? A means to an end.”

As she turns and runs from the penthouse, Hiccup feels like he’s been shot in the chest.

He suddenly remembers her high school boyfriend Hans, a scumbag who had played the nice guy just long enough to get in her pants and then left poor Anna in the dirt. He remembers the string of college boyfriends afterwards, all of whom figured out how to play the part of exactly what Anna wanted long enough to get what they wanted--whether it was an easy lay, “arm candy” to bring to events, or a self-esteem boost. All of them had left her behind without a second thought as soon as Anna served per purpose--or worse, wanted equal effort put in from them.

He turns to Pitch, face twisting with fury. Suddenly, his high-end, secure NYC job doesn’t seem so important.

“You fucking liar!” he snarls. “I was never going to do your stupid little...underhanded filibuster mission. Anna’s been my friend since before you even knew I existed, and no way in hell am I picking you over her. Fuck this job--I never even liked it here, anyways! I only took it to get my dad off my back, but screw it--it’s not worth it anymorr.”

Every one of his coworkers is staring, but Hiccup doesn’t care--he’s too deep in to stop now.

“And for the record...” He crosses his arms, curling his lip. “I saw those notes you left on your desk when you called me into your office before the holidays. I got a picture of them while you went to the bathroom.”

Pitch scoffs. “What notes?”

Hiccup smirks. “The ones that said the most economical way to manufacture the plastic Christmas tree scent pods is to recycle the compounds you use in your sleep aids. The ones that serve as relaxants, sure, but also the ones that fuck around with peoples’ REM sleep and give them bad dreams. That’s right, folks--” His green eyes sweep around the room, meeting the gaze of every single one of his colleagues. “Our glorious leader was fully planning on putting the very nightmare component that forced us to have to expand to other products in the first place...into our new products. Out of sheer laziness! And the desire to cut as many corners as possible! And I quit.”

Soft gasps echoed around the apartment, but Pitch only sneered. “Well, fine, leave if you like. Good luck finding a job with decent benefits with a...what was it? A zoology degree? And for your information, I’ll be in touch with your new employers about the horrendously unprofessional way you left.”

“You won’t be in touch with anyone from prison.” Hiccup holds up his phone, smirk widening.

Pitch only laughs. “What, you think one tiny photo is enough to take me down in a court of law? I have better lawyers than you could ever dream of, boy.”

“Good enough to dispute recorded evidence?”

The voice, to Hiccup’s shock, belongs to Laura From Sales. She’s holding up her own phone and grinning triumphantly.

Pitch shrieks, diving toward her. Hiccup’s coworkers form a surprisingly rapid line in front of the woman, blocking their boss’s way.

“It was Anna’s idea,” Laura says. “She figured you’d start spouting some...juicy information if she pissed you off enough. We all know you can’t hold back for shit when you’re mad.”

Pitch purses his eggnog-stained lips. “So be it. One video and one photo won’t be hard to get rid of.”

“She wasn’t the only one recording,” Jean From Accounting says smugly. “And you haven’t the faintest idea who was and who wasn’t. Your career is over, Black.”

“But--but that little bitch poured eggnog on me! And you’re on her side?! I’ll fire all of you! You have no idea how easy you’ll be to replace! I’m untouchable!”

It’s Hiccup’s turn to scoff. “Is that going to be your testimony against Anna? Dumping eggnog on someone isn’t illegal the last I checked. In fact, I think any judge would be in support of her exposing a criminal.”

“You--pathetic, ungrateful scum! I’ll get my lawyers to annihilate the careers of every last one of you! You’ll be sorry!”

Pitch continues to spout venom and threats, but no one is listening anymore.

“Hey.” A poke in Hiccup’s side. He turns to see Katrina From Marketing, holding a large, foil-covered platter. “You don’t find a woman like that every day. Chase her, Haddock.”

“I don’t know.” Hiccup bites his lip, hoping his cheeks aren’t going red. “She’s pretty mad at me. Maybe I should give her some space.”

Katrina shakes her head.

“She’s not that kind of girl. I can tell just from one conversation. Anna wants you to run after her! Show her you care! Make it embarrassingly clear, and don’t leave her alone until she understands!”

Hiccup frowns. “You sure?”

Katrina only shrugs. “You know her better than I do. But I think you know in your heart what the right thing to do is.”

Hiccup glances at the door, and realizes with a start that Katrina From Marketing is absolutely right.

Anna has spent her entire life feeling unnoticed, irrelevant, and expendable. It’s his job to show her now that she’s anything but.

She’s loud and powerful and important and everything amazing and blindingly beautiful in the world.

“Go to her, Hiccup. And if all else fails...” Katrina thrusts the foil-wrapped platter into Hiccup’s arms. “She mentioned chocolate’s her favorite, so...this is your Hail Mary. I wasn’t going to take it out until the end of the night, but...” She smiles sheepishly. “I think this qualifies as an emergency. Anna’s more important than the office being impressed with my baking skills.”

Hiccup nods solemnly, taking the dish. He turns and makes for the door, pace brisk enough to show he means business but not so brisk that he messes up whatever the dessert happens to be.

“Godspeed!” Katrina shouts after him.

***

Out on the sidewalk, Anna is leaning on a streetlamp in a crumpled, dejected green heap. Enough snowflakes have caught in her hair that her perfect, fluffy updo has started to look a little soggy.

“Uh...Anna?” he calls out. Like an idiot.

As if that’s going to be enough to get him out of the doghouse. (Or...cat house? He always figured he’s a little more akin to a cat vibes-wise.)

“Don’t talk to me.” The words come out in a sad little sniffle. “But, uh...go away, too. Elsa’s driving all the way to NYC to pick me up, and I don’t want you to be awkwardly standing there the whole time.”

“I’m sorry,” he offers. “I should’ve told you the truth from the get-go. But for what it’s worth...I promise I didn’t use you for Christmas trees. I’ve had more fun in the last week--with you--than I’ve had in ages.”

“You--you didn’t stop caring about me, right?” Anna chokes on her words, turning to look at him with a face streaked with midnight blue. “When you went away to work at your big ritzy job. You didn’t--you didn’t decide our friendship expired, right? Like I wasn’t good enough for you or something?Just dumb small town Anna who can’t do anything with her life besides sell people pine trees.”

“Anna...” Despite himself, he laughs, shaking his head. “If anything, I’m not good enough for you. You’re fucking awesome, dude. You bring this like...amazing energy wherever you go, and it sounds corny, but I swear you can make an entire room glow when you walk in. You can befriend anyone in 7 minutes flat. You know so much about so many things, and I love talking to you because I--I never know what kind of new thing I’m going to learn. Being around you...being around you makes me feel like a kid again, and like--like everything’s going to be all right. Like someone likes me for me, not how much profit I can churn out or how much work I can do or how much I can bend myself into the image of what other people want me to be. You showed me life doesn’t have to be some...endless, dreary grind, all just routine and paperwork and chores and going through the motions. When I’m with you, I’m safe and comfortable and I’m home.”

Anna crosses her arms, giving him a skeptical look.

“Are you sure? It’s just...” She sighs. “People are always using me up and deciding they’re done with me. Getting bored of me. When you left, and barely kept in touch, I thought it meant--I though it meant you did, too. And when you came back, and wanted to spend all that time with me, I hardly dared to hope maybe...” She swallows. “And then your boss said all that stuff at the party, and I was so scared. I though I was gonna get tossed out by the one person I always trusted more than anything.”

Hiccup shakes his head as emphatically as he can.

“Fuck that. I left that shit-ass job because hell, I can’t work for a company that wanted me to screw over my best friend. And you made me realize I don’t have to live like that if I don’t want to.” Hiccup glances at the skyscraper behind them and gives it two very prominent middle fingers.

Anna actually laughs. It’s small--only a couple soft chuckles--but it’s something.

“I’m done with them,” he says, turning back to her. “My dad’s gonna throw a fit, I’m sure, but that’s a problem for Future Hiccup. For now, I...” He takes a nervous step toward her. “I want you to know that I’m always going to be there for you. Through anything. That’s what best friends are for. And sure, I might get caught up with work and responsibilities and what have you, but I’m always a text away if you need me. And I’ll do whatever I have to to prove to you that I’m sticking around this time. For good.”

Anna bites her lip. “Do you promise?”

He takes a deep breath, glancing down at the platter.

Okay, so maybe the situation isn’t dire enough for a Hail Mary yet, but...to hell with it. It’s making him ache to see Anna cry, and he is growing morbidly curious about whatever the hell is under that foil.

“I promise. And to prove I just want to make you happy...”

Hiccup lifts the foil.

It’s a chocolate yule log, groove-filled icing adorned with powdered sugar snow, marshmallow mushrooms, buttercream holly leaves, and some kind of red candy holly berries. The most notable element, however, are the words “WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?”, written in white nonpareils right down the middle.

Hiccup’s cheeks turn redder than the holly berries. Katrina, you sneaky little scamp.

Not that he’s complaining. Katrina From Marketing, once again, assumed correctly--Hiccup would indeed have never found the balls to ask Anna out on his own.

“Uh...want some cake?” he offers lamely. He looks away, entire body burning with merciless self-consciousness.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” Anna hops up and down, slush squelching under her boots. “On, uh...on both accounts,” she adds hurriedly, pushing a loose strand hair behind her ear.

Anna snatches the yule log from him at light speed, like she’s worried he’ll inhale the whole thing if she doesn’t act fast. Then she throws him for a complete loop.

Even years later, Hiccup still wouldn’t be able to say which surprised him more: the fact that Anna chose to wait on devouring her chocolate cake, or the fact that Anna was eager to kiss him again so soon after...well. After the events from 20 minute prior.

She puts the platter on the sidewalk and surges forward, throwing her arms around him and yanking him to her. And suddenly there they are, a holiday romance film scene--pressing into each other as snow falls gently around them.

Anna still tastes like frosted brownies and milk chocolate peppermint bark and gingerbread and cherry ribbon candy. Maybe a little bit of the bitterness of runaway makeup and the plastickey tinge of cheap lipstick, but so be it. It’s so gloriously Anna that he couldn’t possibly complain.

She pulls away first, laughing into his lips and pressing their foreheads together.

“For the record, I wasn’t actually that mad at you,” she murmurs. “As soon as your boss mentioned putting you up to an evil mission, I was like ‘yeah, no way he would’ve ever followed through with that.’”

“But...” Hiccup blinks in confusion. “All that stuff you said just now, about--”

“Being worried you’d get tired of me?” Anna shrugs, working her fingers in his jacket. “That was all true. We’ve all got insecurities, y’know? But I was always pretty sure you cared about me enough to not sabotage my business via some stupid scheme of Pitch’s. I know you well enough to know you’re not an asshole. And you wouldn’t go that out of your way to please someone you kinda hate. And who kinda sucks. And in there?” She glances up at the penthouse, chuckling. “Well, you know me. I live for theatrics. Besides.” She turns back, smile sly. “I figured the more wounded and betrayed I acted, the more dirt Pitch would spill. To gloat, y’know? Rub in the good ol’ evil victory while everyone’s recording.”

Hiccup pulls away, eyes wide.

“You fucking genius. How on earth did I manage to score the brawn and the brains?!”

“Guess you’re just the luckiest guy east of the Mississippi.” Anna cackles, slapping him in the chest. “And don’t you forget it, either.”

He leans in, closing the space between them. Strong arms wrap around his waist again, lifting him off the ground. He feels like he’s flying--a carefree snowflake fluttering through a garden of twinkling lights, riding currents of wind and glowing in the moonlight.

And for the first time in a while, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III cannot think of a single thing to be stressed about.

***

Truly Anna Runeardsen ended all capitalism by pouring eggnog over a corporate sleazebag’s head, and we must stan <3

Shout-out to @megabigfourfangirl for her suggestion that even in modern AUs, Pitch still has his Evil Trademark of giving people nightmares. Even if it’s through plastic Christmas trees with questionable scent pod chemicals. How brilliant, how fantastic, how absolutely legendary--

I would feel guilty about leaning a lil shamelessly into Power Fantasy Anna here, but also...to hell with it!!! By god, It Crismis!!! Besides, she is canonically pretty sociable and very strong, so like. Am I really power fantasy-ifying her that much. Or is she just that kickass and absolutely dateable in canon? I really gotta say, I think it’s the latter. Brawn and brains indeed, I love her so much <3

But yes of course I had to have an obligatory scene of Anna being insecure and feeling like she’s not enough and Hiccup reassuring her, like have you met me??? It’s basically a fic signature at this point akajhdbhiyov

I loved writing all the office people who randomly become super invested in Hiccup and Anna’s romance after seeing them together at the party for like 5 minutes, like!!! Hallmark went OFF with this trope, it’s so fucking funny. As much as people groan about background characters applauding the Very Important Protagonists’ love life successes, the comedic value is kind of unmatched, so this trope can stay. It’s also so wholesome??? Like yes, humans were in fact built to cheer on each other’s successes and I’m so here for it <3

Happy late holidays, just pretend I posted this on New Year’s day like I originally intended ^^;

#hiccanna #hiccup x anna #anna x hiccup #aesthetic #moodboard #hiccupxanna #annaxhiccup #hiccup #anna #hiccup haddock #princess anna #pitch black #rotbtd #rotbtfd #httyd #frozen #crossover

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{Dirty Little Curse} Azriel x Reader x Xaden

Here is a continuation of She Me Where It Hurts!!! No this isn't a series, but rather a collection of stand alone fics about the same characters if that makes sense. You don't need to read the other parts to enjoy. There's no plot. Just smut hehehehe. Happy Wednesday!!

Word Count: 5,498

Warnings: ACOTAR x Fourth Wing, Smut (dom!Az and Xaden, sub!reader), use of the nickname "pet", DP, spanking, praise kink, breath play, shadow play, unprotected sex, degrading, choking, exhibitionism, just a touch of fluff.

Tagging: @librafairy @needylilgal022 @harrystylesfan2686 @justdreamstars @cyrygher @agent-anna @thelov3lybookworm @blessthepizzaman @highladyofterrasen7

Summary: Xaden has been A little more stressed than normal and due to complications at Basgiath, he isn't able to make it to Velaris for his normal training schedule. Az takes it upon himself to bring him an early Solstice gift.

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I made my way down the cobblestone street, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I made my way back home. The market had been full of people preparing for Solstice; buying presents and decorations for their homes or shops.

With two bags in my hand, I had plans to spruce up my front door. The holly and various berries would make for a great-

“AHHHHH!” The ground shrunk beneath me, disappearing as I’m lifted into the air. “Oh my fucking- what the fuck.”

A deep laugh rumbled through me, and I looked up and behind my shoulder. “Good morning.”

“Azriel,” I shrieked. “What the- what the fuck are you doing?”

“We’re going on a trip.” He adjusted his grip under my arms and hauled me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso and locked my arms around his neck. “I won’t drop you.”

“What do you mean we’re going on a trip?” I looked out at the Illyrian mountains, watching them fade away.

“We’re going to Basgiath. To visit Xaden.”

My chest tightened, my blood running rampant. “We are?”

“He couldn’t make it down for his lesson. Happy Solstice,” Azriel smiled, kissing my cheek.

I beamed, “It is a wonderful Solstice gift. Thank you. How far is it from here?”

“Oh, we’re not going to fly,” Az said, slowing down his pace and coming to a stop. He set me down and flared out his wings before tucking them in tightly to his body. “It’s almost a month's travel.”

“The world is that big?” I gasped, taking his open hand.

“Yes. Now hold tight, it’s a long winnow.”

I did as told, choosing to let him hold my waist instead of my hand. In the several months that have passed since I first met the shadowsinger and the shadow-wielder, Azriel has stopped by my house numerous times. To give me small gifts, or to take me out for a nice dinner. Or to warm my bed . He was a generous male to say the least.

Xaden wrote often after he left for Basgiath. Not being shy with all the things he wanted to do to me when he came back to Velaris. Thanks to Az, sending and receiving them made communicating so much easier.

It felt far longer than a normal winnow, at least forty-five seconds of pitch black whirling around us until we came to a stop. I blinked away the stars and we were in some giant training center. I counted four-five-six-seven sparring mats and a line of machines in the back.

“Where is he?” I asked, not seeing him amongst the few faces. He’s easy to pick out from a crowd. And he wasn’t here. There were several heads of similar hair; one female on a mat with bright pink hair cropped close to her jaw.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“I can’t wait to see him.” I played with my hands anxiously.

“I didn’t tell him I was bringing you,” Azriel smiled, heading off towards one of the empty mats in the back corner. I had to skip a few steps to keep up.

“What? Why?”

“Because you were going to be a surprise for him. We do talk about you, and he is far worse at keeping his desires to himself than I am,” he smirked. “It’s my Solstice gift to him. Plus, you’ll help throw him off his game when we’re fighting.”

“You train him as well? Not just with the shadows?” “If he wants to be as strong at wielding as I am, he has to be as physically strong as I am to do so. It can take an incredible toll on the body. And who has more experience, some fifty year old male who has never dealt with a shadow-wielder before, or a five hundred year old male who has had them all his life?”

“Point taken.”

Azriel smiled and kissed the top of my head. “He’s almost here, just tuck yourself back here until I tell you to come out and surprise him.”

“Okay,” I chuckled, sliding behind one of the pillars holding up the ceiling. It was carved from a massive piece of black stone. So shiny I could see my reflection in it.

A few minutes went by and I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. The sound of Xaden’s voice greeting Az made my heart jump. He sounded a little gruff, like his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. It wasn’t long before I could hear punches and their feet sweeping across the mats’ surface.

“Okay, stop.” Azriel shouted through a painting breath. “What is with you today? You’re sloppy. Had I been a real enemy I would’ve already detached your head from your neck.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Xaden said. “Keep going, I’m not going to be the only one bleeding here.”

“Xaden.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“Well, if you won’t tell me-” I felt a cool brush of shadows circle around my hand. “-then maybe you’ll talk to her.”

I stepped out of the shadow and into the light, greeted by the beautiful sight of Xaden’s back. Azriel looked at me, a smile playing on his lips. Az gripped his shoulders and spun him around. Those onyx, gold flecked eyes found mine and I could physically see his shoulders relax.

“Yn…”

“Surprise!” In two seconds I was up in the air, spinning around in his arms. I giggled, clutching the back of his sweaty head, letting the hair curl around my fingers. “I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here?” He set me on my feet, cupping my face. “I- how are you here?”

“Az winnowed me in. And I had no idea I was coming today, he kind of kidnapped me on my way to my house. Happy Solstice, Xaden.”

He looked behind him as Az stood with his hands on his hips, grinning at both of us.

“Prick,” Xaden smiled, then kissed me so hard I thought I’d fall over. But the grip he had on my waist wouldn’t ever let me dream of falling. “Okay, sparring done. Let’s get you upstairs and-”

“Not so fast,” Az interrupted, stepping next to me. “You still have training to do.”

“But it’s Solstice, can’t he just skip it for today?”

“Yeah Az,” Xaden mocked. “It’s Solstice, can’t I skip it for today?”

Az glared at both of us. “No. Get back on the mat.”

Xaden groaned. He slid his massive hand across the front of my throat. “How am I supposed to focus now?”

“You weren’t focused before,” Az retorted, picking up a sword. “Now let's go, these drills aren’t going to run themselves.”

Xaden groaned in annoyance. “Will you stay and watch? I need you in my corner to throw him off his game. And to motivate me, of course.” I couldn’t do anything to keep my smile away. “Sure.” I pressed up on my toes and left him with a parting kiss on his damp forehead. “Go kick his ass. Just for me, and I’ll make sure you get first dibs when we get upstairs.”

His eyes darkened. Xaden was not shy when it came to practically shoving his tongue down my throat before he leapt up on the mat. “Let’s get this done, shadowsinger.”

I watched the two males battel, swinging swords around and clashing them together. Azriel was impeccable with his footwork, but so was Xaden. The two of them looked like a forbidden, hidden secret weapon of mass destruction. They ebbed and flowed. When one moved, the other followed. It was mesmerizing to watch.

And, not to mention, seeing them with both their shirts off, all slick with sweat… It made it impossible to pay attention to anything around me. I was hardly able to force myself to breathe.

“If you keep staring, pretty girl, you might burn a hole through me,” Xaden said slyly, taking a drink of water. I wasn’t shy about the way I raked my eyes down his torso, and he wasn’t shy about flexing and showing off.

Az jabbed him in the ribs with the butt end of his sword. “Alright, we’re done for the day.”

“Finally, now we can actually have some fun,” Xaden grinned, pressing me up against the wall. The kiss was full of need, and I could feel just how much he needed me as he pressed my hips into the cold stone.

Heat radiated off of him. His scent was thick with his sweat and made me want to drop to my knees and run my tongue all over his carved stomach. Had it not been for his hold on me I might’ve just done it. Dropped to my knees, undone the belt holding up his pants, and taken him down my throat…

“Fuck Yn, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to taste you again,” Xaden purred, kissing down my neck. “To hear all those pretty noises.”

“Please,” I breathed. I couldn’t think, not with his scent strangling my brain

Xaden gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Please what?”

“I need you,” I pleaded. “I need you so bad Xaden. I need you, Azriel.”

I could see that predatory hunger glaze his eyes. From one moment to the next I was in a room, no bigger than my closet back in Velaris. There was a bed, a clothing chest, and that was it save for the line of weapons on the wall.

Not much. And the bed was… not even big enough for Xaden let alone all of us.

“This isn’t going to work,” Azriel grumbled, knocking his wings into everything around him. He let out a string of curses and I could see the shadows curling around his shoulder begin to accumulate.

“Agreed,” I sighed, running my hands over Xadens shoulders. “Anywhere else we could go?”

“Unless you guys want to do this on one of the training mats, then no.” Azriel and I exchanged a look. “I was joking.”

“Don’t care,” Azriel quickly took me out of Xadens grip. “There’s no way in hell this is going to work here. I’d rather sleep naked in Illyria than try to do what I want to do with my pet here.”

My knees went weak. “But what about all the people?”

“Leave that to me.”

Once again, we were back in the training room, Xaden and Az blocking my view.

“Everyone out,” Azriel’s voice carried over the entire center. People quickly darted around, grabbing bottles of water and shirts left and right. In less than a minute the entire arena was empty. Except for us.

“I cannot believe you just kicked everyone out,” Xaden scoffed.

“I won’t hear you complaining when Yn has her mouth on you,” Azriel rolled his eyes. His hand went to my shoulder and he pushed me to my knees. “Get to work pet, I’m getting impatient.”

“Yes sir,” I grinned up at Xaden, undoing the belt at his hips.

“Fuck I missed your tongue,” Xaden gathered my hair at the back of my head. The soft skin of his tip did wonders for the built up anticipation I’ve had since Az told me where we were going.

I hummed as he settled in the back of my throat. I worked up and down, holding still when he forced me to. Ten seconds would go by without a breath. It filled me with the most delicious fear. Tears already pricked my eyes.

“Why are you holding back?” Az asked, pushing on the back of my head until I gagged so hard those tears fell down my cheeks. “That's it, pet. Fucking take it.”

“Easy Az, she still needs to breathe,” Xaden chuckled, wiping away my tears. “But she does look so pretty stuffed full of my cock.”

“Don’t get too used to it,” Az said, pulling me off of him. He grasped my jaw and forced his own cock down. “She’s here to be shared.”

“I wasn’t finished with her yet, shadowsinger,” Xaden growled, shoving Az aside to claim me again.

“Take what is mine again and I’ll cut out your tongue,” Azriel snarled, pulling Xaden to the wall in a second.

“Woah woah woah,” I hurried over and stood between the two of them. “As hot as it is to have you two fighting over me, let’s not get violent, okay? There is plenty of me to go around, see?” I took both of their cocks into my hands, stroking them together.

Xaden shuddered, tossing his head back. Az just grinned down at me. “Does our pet think she’s in charge?”

“No,” I shook my head. “I just want you two to get over yourselves and fuck me senseless.”

“Look at her begging for us, Az,” Xaden took a step towards me, absolutely towering over me. “It’s almost like she has a choice. How pathetic.”

“We’re gonna make you regret saying that.” Az had me on my chest, knees digging into the mat in a split second. He literally ripped off my pants before I could say differently. A hard, unforgiving hand came down on my ass and I screamed. He did it again.

“The whole fucking Quadrant is gonna hear her if we don’t make her be quiet,” Xaden warned. He kneeled in front of me and lifted my chin. “Unless you want that, pretty thing. Would you like for all of Basgiath to know you’re being fucked dumb by us, hmm? I bet you would, you fucking slut.”

I whimpered, trying to lean away from Azriel so I could take Xaden down my throat.

“Oh Az, you’ve got to see this. Come look at her,” Xaden mocked, teasing me by inching his hips forward to watch me strain, only to yank it away at the last second. “Did you see that? She’s literally chasing my cock. You want it that bad, huh? Gosh, Yn, you are like a pet.”

“Please,” I begged, nearly frustrated to tears. “Please let me taste you.”

“What do you say, Az. Should I give her what she wants?”

“Just for a minute. I wanna have her even more limp than she was the last time,” Az said. I could feel his smile against my back where he placed a kiss.

“Be a good girl, Yn.” Xaden finally shifted his hips far enough for me to suck. He wouldn’t move any closer and I could only barely lick his tip. I groaned, the impatient noise carrying farther than I wanted to. I tried to reach as hard as I could but Azriel kept yanking me back every time I got closer.

I got close again, only to be ripped away. I cried out, dropping my head as I pounded on the floor. “Please,” I begged. “Please let me have him Az, please please.”

“She is literally throwing a tantrum because I won’t let her have your dick, Riorson. This… this is what power is,” Az said, pure sin dripping from his tongue. “You’re fucking defenseless, Yn. We own you. We own your body, we own your pleasure.” A brutal smack to my ass. “Do you understand? You don’t get anything until we say so.”

“Yes,” I gasped, a little light headed at the force of his hand. My voice was trembling. “Yes, you own me. Both of you own me.”

“Good,” Az grit through his teeth, fisting his hand in my hair. His hips met my ass and he walked me forward into Xaden’s lap. With his other hand, He gripped my cheeks until my lips parted. All I could do was take the cock in front of me. “Now make him cum.”

Az moved my head up and down for me, controlling my movements. By the power of magic, I was stripped of the rest of my clothing and those ruthless shadows were back, circling every inch of my skin.

There was nothing I could do but let Azriel force me onto Xaden. I just kept moaning, which drew the most wonderful noises from the shadow-wielder.

“You’re really being ruthless tonight, huh?” Xaden said, bucking his hips so my nose hit his pelvic bone every thrust.

“She was being a brat,” Az explained, releasing another lethal blow on my already sore ass. “She needs to be taught that she can’t get away with any of that.”

“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Xaden said, caressing my damp cheek. “She looks so pretty like this. Ass up, lips swollen… fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Az moved my head even faster, forcing me down down down until I couldn’t breathe. In a minute or two, Xaden was so far down I couldn’t taste him at all. The only sign he was cumming was the strain in his neck and the heaving of his chest.

I choked, gagging for a breath but Az held firm until I began to panic a little.

“I’ll tell you when she’s learned her lesson.”

I was, yet again, yanked away from Xaden. So quickly I was a little dizzy when I ended up in the same position in front of Az. He didn't say anything. Just shoved his cock down my throat.

“Get behind her and keep her moving, Riorson,” Az commanded, letting go of my hair so Xaden’s hand could take its place. Xaden’s cum trickled down my lips and around Az, I thought he didn’t notice but- “You didn’t even swallow, pet? Bad girl.”

“I- I tried,” I pleaded as I was lifted off. “It was so much, I didn’t have time to-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses." His eyes were like emeralds, but his voice like a knife. “Apologize to Xaden for wasting it.”

“I’m sorry, Xaden,” I sighed, trying to catch my breath.

Azriel’s hand clamped on my throat so hard I screamed. He tightened and tightened and tightened. “You can do better than that. Tell him what you’re going to do to make it up to him.”

“I’ll- fuck I’ll do anything you want, Xaden. Anything. Anything.”

“You’re really making her beg, Az,” Xaden grinned, taking Az’s hand off my throat so I could breathe. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I know you didn’t mean to waste any of it. It was just too much to swallow down. I’ll just replace it all in your pussy. I know you’ll be able to keep it all in. You won’t have a choice.”

“Please.”

“You’ll get it, after I’m done with you.”

Az positioned me over his cock again, guiding it into my mouth. Without Xadens help, I took it all down and then some. He let me move at my own pace for a little, letting me do as I please. I didn’t falter once, I was too afraid that I’d get another punishment. I’d be lucky if he let me cum.

Xaden’s finger ran from the top of my ass all the way to my clit. He sunk in two fingers and I could hear my wetness hit the floor. “So messy.”

“Fuck her if you want. What’s she gonna do?” Az grinned, now putting his hands on my head. “Ready to take it, pet?”

I nodded, mumbling around him as I prepared. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk tomorrow, that’s for sure.

Every single square inch of my body was on fire. Between the lack of air, Xaden teasing my clit, and their shadows? I’d be lucky to ever walk again. My fingers and toes were numb with a mix of pleasure and raw, primal fear. Knowing that they, at any point they wanted, could do whatever they wanted to me was… exhilarating.

“You’re doing such a good job, Yn. Making Az feel so good. Keep it up and I’ll make you cum. Would you like that?”

I helplessly nodded.

“Make her beg for it,” Azriel interjected, forcing me so far down on his dick that I couldn’t breathe. I tried to relax, but I couldn’t breathe. My chest started burning and I was gagging uncontrollably. I tried to pull away, but the hold was too strong on my head. I thrashed. I tried to reach for Xaden, for leverage to get away but I couldn’t move. “Ah ah ah, you’re okay. Stop moving and I’ll let you go. The more you squirm, the more I want to keep you here.”

The words barely registered, but I stopped, tears streaming down my face. A burst of air swept into my lungs and I felt the relief wash over me. Where it came from, I’ll never know, but I was grateful. The taste of Azriel’s cum shot across my tongue and down. Gods above was there a lot…

When he let me up, I scrambled away, backing up into Xaden. His strong arms circled around me as I caught my breath.

“Too much?” Xaden whispered, pressing kisses to my head.

I just panted, eyes closed, the ringing in my ears too loud to hear anything. I was so lightheaded. The world was spinning but… I liked it. It felt good to be that out of control of my own body. Nothing could compare to the feeling of my life in someone else’s hands.

“Yn,” Xaden said a little firmer when I didn’t respond. I just went limp in his grasp. “Are you okay?”

“Y… Yes,” I breathed, my voice nothing but fragments of syllables. “I’m fine.”

“Let's take a break,” Azriel kneeled in front of me, playing with my lips. “Let's get you some water and then we can-”

“No,” I begged, staggering to my knees and into Az, eyes wide. “Please, I need it. I need you so bad.”

“I know you do,” Az said, kissing me gently, “but you also don’t know how terrified you looked. Two minutes, then we’ll get you what you really want.”

I couldn’t really argue against the spymaster. A cup was placed on my lips but I refused to drink. I wanted something first.

“Yn, please. Just drink a sip. Two sips and then you can have us,” Az baited me, but still refused, turning my nose the opposite way. He sighed. “Don’t make me force you. Please, Yn.”

“Xaden,” I looked over my shoulder. “Can I ride you?”

His eyes went a little wide, but that sly, cocky grin settled on his lips. “Of course you can.”

“After you drink,” Az snapped. “Just two sips is all I’m-”

I got to my knees and straddled Xaden, sinking onto his hard cock. He hissed at the pressure, at the force of me sinking all the way down. I wiggled my hips, taking him deeper until he couldn’t go any more. “I’ll take the water now.”

Azriel just stared at me, white knuckling the cup. He had this feral look in his eyes. That was the only possible way to describe it. He blinked and it was gone, then the cup was at my lips. His hand gently tilted up and I drank it all down, wiping my upper lip with the back of my hand before turning all my attention back to Xaden.

“I got too impatient,” I grinned, crushing my mouth to his. He leaned back, taking me with him as he laid flat on the mat.

“Ready to do what we talked about?” Xaden said, looking over my head. The light was blocked by Azriel’s silhouette, the shape of his wings casting a shadow over us.

“Yes.”

I lifted a brow, “What did you two talk about without me?”

“You’ll find out,” Xaden said, bringing my mouth back to his. He caught my tongue between his teeth and pulled, moans spewing out of my mouth. He fucked up into me, feet planted on the floor as he held me in place.

The sound of our bodies together filled the room and I prayed to the Mother that no one would come in. I don’t think we can explain this one away.

Hands raked down my spine, caressing every dip and curve of my body. Azriel kissed up my neck. I shivered uncontrollably.

“Can I cum? Please? I took my punishment so well, please let me cum.” I’m not sure I’m even speaking a language anymore. This might all be in my head.

“I think we can give you that,” Xaden smiled, fingering my clit. The touch was so light, but it sent me over the edge immediately. I shook and trembled and gasped. Stars filled my eyes as he fucked me through it, not slowing down. A firm hand pushed me flat onto his chest and I could feel Az close in.

I felt an enormous amount of pressure against my pussy.

“What are you doing?”

“What we discussed a few weeks ago,” Azriel said, keeping me pinned down. “Now, you have to relax or else this is going to hurt. Do you trust me?”

I nodded, “yes, I trust you. I trust both of you.”

“We’re gonna take such good care of you,” Xaden kissed up my chest, teeth grazing my nipple. His hands rubbed up and down my sides, across my thighs. I jolted with another press against my cunt. “Easy, Yn. Just let us take control. You’re being such a good girl. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. It’s gonna feel so good.”

The tip of Azriel’s cock slipped in right next to Xaden. I couldn’t breathe. At the same time my mind went completely blank. There wasn’t even pain, just pure bliss. I could move my eyes, but nothing else. My arms were pinned down, my legs locked around Xaden’s middle.

The shadows around me were endless. Holy shit…

“That’s it,” Azriel cooed. “Just let us take you. Just keep drifting.”

I could feel Az sink in, but it was only pressure and pure pleasure. My mind was flooded with images of us, all tangled together, of them to the hilt inside me. I twitched, but I didn’t shudder like I should’ve.

“We’ve got you, pretty thing,” Xaden’s thumb brushed my cheek. “Just take us. You’ll be alright.”

“Fuck she’s so tight. Cauldron Yn you feel… you’re so incredible.”

I was lifted up, then I was brought back down. Over and over and over. I was reduced to a whining, begging mess of just noise. I couldn’t think words if I tried. I could only feel. Could only feel both of them inside me at the same time.

My skin was on fire, yet it was cool. The shadows offered a nice sense of reality. It kept me grounded.

My head lulled back as I was lifted up, rolling forward as I came back down.

“Malek spare me,” Xaden cursed, throwing his head onto the mat. “Az- Az I can’t- fuck I can’t hold on any longer.”

Both of them moaned at the same time, and I felt Azriel’s teeth clamp onto my shoulder. Warmth bloomed into me and I think I’m cumming, I can’t tell. Maybe it’s Az or Xaden. My mind isn’t my own, every part of me belongs to them now. Every inch of my body is theirs to use.

“You’re taking us so well, Yn. Such a fucking good girl, taking both of our cocks in your pussy like this. I bet you came with Xaden didn’t you? Added to the mess, huh? All you can do is whimper. It’s so adorable, watching you submit to us. You’re nothing but a good fuck toy, a mere pet for us to play with whenever we want.”

“Come on, Yn,” Xaden gripped my face. I could see him, but it was like I was looking through some filter. “You can take more, can’t you? Az still needs to cum. Are you gonna be a good little girl and make him cum?” He nodded my head up and down for me. “Yes you are. You’re gonna take all of it. There's already so much, you're so messy, wanna taste?”

Not that I could nod, but if I could, I would’ve. Two fingers pressed into my lips and the sweet, yet tangy taste filled my senses. It was like I only knew how to suck on Xadens digits. Like I wasn’t good for anything else but eating the cum he dumped into me.

“Goooood girl, Yn,” Xaden praised, gagging me slightly.

I could hear the noises coming from behind me. Azriel was a mess of curses and panting breaths. I could feel the wind from his wings. He was fucking into me so hard.

Blinding pleasure ripped through me, along with this… this roar from Azriel. I was flattened on top of Xaden, being forced farther and farther onto him. The mighty beats of Az’s wings sounded through the room, he must’ve been using them to fuck into me harder and harder.

I don’t know when it stopped, when I finally came back to reality. But I opened my eyes and could feel my fingers, could feel the cold mat under us.

“There she is,” Azriel’s strained voice whispered. “Shhh, you’re alright, we’ve got you.”

I mumbled something. Even I don’t know what it was supposed to be.

“Easy, Az. Just lay her down,” Xaden instructed and I could feel my legs unfold. I groaned, the stiffness making my joints crack. “We’ve got you, just let us move you.”

Hands were all over me, and I gave up trying to figure out whos belong to who. Every second that passed I gained more feeling back, the tingling subsiding, giving away to pain and this settled ache in my bones.

“Still with us?” Xaden kissed my cheek, then the tip of my nose.

“Mhmm,” I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “It’s just bright in here.”

“Let's change that,” Xaden said, and then the room felt ten degrees cooler. “Better?”

I looked around and there was a wall of shadow around our mat. It blocked out most of the light. “Much.”

“You did so well, Yn,” Az said, massive hands squeezing my thighs to get blood back to them. “So so so fucking good.”

“The best,” Xaden agreed.

I smiled, lifting up my head, I tried to turn over but my arms were trembling so badly I couldn’t. I giggled, “What did you guys do to me?”

“So many wonderful things,” Xaden grinned, kissing my swollen lips. “You were so perfect. You did so amazing. So proud of you.”

I was mush as I laid back down, warm and fuzzy with their sweet words.

“What do you need?” Azriel asked, playing gently with my hair.

I took a moment to listen to my body. I noted the utter calm that was inside, and the sheer pain between my legs. There was no moisture in my mouth and I knew it must’ve been intense. I must’ve made a face because there was instantly another cup of water at my lips.

“Sit up just a little for me, sweetheart,” Az put one of his, again, massive, thighs under my head so I could sit up without having to use any muscle. I could get used to being pampered like this. “Drink slowly.”

It was so refreshing, so cold I could feel it go all the way down. My mind slowly became my own again and I could see clearer. There was no longer this fuzz to my vision. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” A kiss to my forehead. “Anything else?” I shivered. He chuckled, “Clothes it is.”

“Maybe a bed? Not this hard mat? No offense Xaden but you all should really get more comfortable sparring rings.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Xaden grumbled, throwing me a lazy smile. “Let's get you dressed.”

One limb at a time they stuffed me into clothes. They were not the ones I had been wearing, but I wasn’t about to object to them. They smelled like Xaden, and when I looked down, I saw the Fourth Wing patch embroidered on the breast. My heart swooned.

“Are you in any pain?” Az asked. His concern was so sweet.

“I’m okay, I promise. You don’t need to worry,” I rubbed his cheek.

“If you could see what you look like right now you might be singing a different tune,” Xaden scanned my face, tucking hair behind my ear. “You look… thoroughly fucked, to say the least.”

“Good,” I smiled, nuzzling into Az. “Can we all go back to Velaris and sleep now?”

“Sounds like a lovely plan.”

I let them haul me up and I barely clung to Az as he stood up. He positioned me with my legs around his hips, his arms around my torso to keep me strapped to him. The world whizzed by in an instant and I knew we’d be home soon.

Somewhere along the way I fell asleep, knowing that they would take care of me. Knowing that I couldn't be anywhere safer than in their arms.

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astronomysturniolos · 3 months

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Ok so this is a fluff request based off the new podcast eher Matt got cramps and was in pain (sad Ik) so basically after the podcast Matt calls his girlfriend (the reader) and asks his gf to bring some medicine and when she gets there he takes it and he’s still hurting so they cuddle and she’s like “Ik pretty boy I’m sorry try to go to sleep” and pretty/sweet boy kink basically thanks!

sick matt sturniolo x gf

“so so pretty”

summary: your bf matt has painful cramps, and when it gets too rough to handle, your his first call for comfort.

warnings: pills, cramps?

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“hello?” i say into my phone. matt is calling me which is wierd because it is around the time he is filming his pod. “hi baby, can you come over?” he says, with a strained voice like he has been crying. “of course my love, has something happened?” i ask worriedly, already grabbing my car keys. “just my stupid cramps again, just please come” he says sniffling. “alright baby, i love you, i’m on my way” i say grabbing stuff and heading out my house. “ i love you” he says hanging up.

i knock on the door, and nick answers. “hey y/n, what’s up?” he asks confused, probably because i wasn’t planning on coming over today. “here for matt, said his cramps were bad” i respond quickly, ready to just see him. “oh yeah, they are getting very frequent, i’m getting worried but yes please come in” he says stepping to the side of the door, allowing me to step by.

i knock on matt’s door. “come in” i hear a quiet voice say on the other side. i slowly open the door to see him, in a pitch black room. i awkwardly smile as i hold up all the things i brought. my heating pad, medicine, water, and his favorite blanket of mine. he just slightly laughs. “thank you so much baby, sorry if i interrupted plans you had or something” he says sitting up, but as he does, he groans in pain. i immediately rush over, “hey love, your never a burden, please just lay down and let me take care of you” i reply, setting my stuff down on his bed side table and plugging the heating pad in. “here take this, gorgeous” i say, handing him some advil and water. he immediately takes it, muttering a quick thanks before laying his head back, covering his pink tinted cheeks.

i put the heating pad on his leg where he got his cramp, and i get into bed next to him, laying the blanket over us. with my head on his chest, i feel how steady his heartbeat is. it comforts me. i rub up and down his arm, “your so beautiful matt” i say as he just hums.”so, so pretty” i continue. “still hurts” he whines, digging his head into my neck. “i know pretty boy, try to get some rest please” i say. he hums again. “goodnight baby, i love you” i say. he tiredly kisses the top of my head, “goodnight, i love u so much” he responds before falling asleep not long after.

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anna speaks: for the person who requested thisss. also i’m starting a matt’s series, and i might either post the first part tn, or wray part 4 tn. u guys can pick. also feedback is very appreciated🤗🤗

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steppin-on-the-last-train · 5 months

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cowboy like me

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: As a part-time criminal and a full-time escape artist your first priority was always to keep people at arm's length. When you meet someone who also knows what it's like to live from day to day, you're not so sure you want to let her slip away.

Foreword: Title taken from the Taylor Swift song cause it’s evermore season y’all

The first time you met the Black Widow was aboard a train heading south toward London.

You sat, facing the window and watching the people mill about the terminal outside. Your cheeks were still red and wind bitten from your commute to the station. The car was almost full now, most everyone dressed in Manchester United jerseys and hats and the like. You blended in just fine among them. Another fan headed home after the match with a scarf and an old pair of trainers.

You rehashed the details of your current mark in your head like a mantra. Jameson Harris. 42 Malcolm Rd. Wife was Anna Harris. Two children, Marcus and Emily.

“All aboard. The 5:00 train from Manchester to London is off in three minutes,” the conductor announced from a speaker overhead. You could barely hear it over the excitement of the crowd. A little boy ran screaming down the aisle, his mother giving a futile chase.

In the set of seats facing you two men about your age sat down. They were clearly drunk, laughing like hyenas and shoving each other in a manner that bordered on real anger. At least one of them smelled like heavy smoke.

“Hey, mate,” the tall, lanky one with a bad neck tattoo waved at you. “How about that game, eh?”

You grinned widely as if you had one too many drinks coursing through your veins. “Fucking wild.” You stumbled over the words as if your tongue didn’t sit correctly in your mouth. “Best match of the season, if you ask me.”

The other guy, fitter and dark-haired took out a lighter and a cigarette. He lit it and pulled a huge drag. The exhaled smoke blew right into the face of a passing attendant.

She coughed stiffly into her hand. “Sir, there is no smoking allowed onboard. I am going to have to ask you to step out or please put it out.”

“Are you talking to me, sweetheart?” You averted your gaze, scrolling mindlessly through the contacts in your phone. If the woman was looking for a hero, you were a false beacon of hope.

“Yes. Now, please. There is truly no smoking allowed in the car.” The acrid stench of nicotine once more assaulted everyone misfortunate enough to be in the general vicinity.

The man took a deep breath and stood. Elaborately he stubbed the cigarette out on the back of his seat, little bits of ash flaking into the air. The attendant moved on and he dropped back into the chair. “Fucking cunt,” he swore loud enough to cut through the din.

You closed your eyes to shut out the cloudy winter light intent on piercing your retinas and the jerky movements of the other passengers, high off the energy from the match. You swore you would take a break after this job. You had made that exact same promise to yourself last week in Bogota, and the time before in Cairo. No, you wouldn’t stop. Just as relentless as the blood rushing through your veins, stopping would be tantamount to death.

“Excuse me.” A voice caused your train of thought to come to a screeching halt. Innocence dripped from the words like honey, and you could tell the woman’s voice was pitched up from her normal tone. “Is anyone sitting here?” A slender hand gestured at the seat next to yours.

You pushed yourself up from the slouch you had been lounging in, feeling self-conscious. “No. Go right ahead,” you answered, cockney accent shining right through. She was pretty, you noted; about your age as well. A hitch tugged at the back of your brain. An evolutionary alarm from living your entire life on the move. This woman was not to be trusted. Underneath the wide eyes and the girlish smile was a viper coiled to strike.

“Thank you,” she said, looking quite small against the backdrop of the raucous train car.

A wolf whistle pierced the air, looking for trouble. The bloke who had been smoking flashed a predator’s grin at the blonde beside you. “Where are you traveling to all alone now, girlie?”

You watched the exchange from the corner of your eye. Why did conflict seem to follow wherever you stepped foot? The woman merely glanced up from her book, unwilling to feed the fire.

“Oi. Why don’t you go ahead and look at me when I’m talking to you? I know you can hear me.” The train had begun to depart, ushering in a wave of quiet to the car as passengers settled down. The demand was impossible to ignore. Even as parents hushed children and drunkards passed out in increasing numbers, his voice only gained intensity.

“This train is headed for London, is it not?” She asked, face as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.

“Hey Jack. She’s a witty one,” he said, slapping his friend on the chest. The woman flicked her gaze at you. Your attention wandered to her like a moth to a flame. You stomped down on any inclination to help her. You weren’t going to lose this game of chicken.

“Sweetheart.” The man so called Jack joined in the instigating. “How about you come home with us, eh? I’ve got a real nice flat. I bet you’d like the bedroom.”

“No, I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you come with me to the bathroom right now?” The dark-haired one surged forward, grimy hand outstretched toward the woman. Caution gone with the wind, your arm darted out on its own accord. You intercepted his wrist, tugging harshly enough for him to stumble closer to you.

The blonde’s eyes widened and she shrank in on herself in her seat. You saw right through the act. An elderly man with a newsboy cap across the aisle watched the altercation like a deer caught in headlights. You prayed he wouldn’t call for help.

The entire damn point was to not draw attention to yourself. Today though, electricity charged the air with biting energy. The presence of the mystery-shrouded person beside you drove you past the gates of reason.

You squeezed the man’s pinky until you heard the crunch of bone pushed too far. He screeched like a cat. “Go and find yourself another seat. I don’t care if the car is full. You’ll throw yourself out the rear if you have to. Don’t let me see your fucking face again,” you whispered in his ear. The words leapt flaming from your tongue.

Eyes wild with adrenaline and the courage of alcohol, he swung at you with his free fist. You caught the clumsy punch, seized the man by the wrist, and snapped it clean. He screamed, turning the heads of the other passengers. Your gaze swept like a searchlight through the crowd, promising more hurt to anyone who might even think about interfering.

He crashed back into his friend’s lap before staggering to his feet. His sniffles and shuffling footsteps echoed through the silent traincar. “Go on,” you directed his buddy, who wasted no time before similarly scrambling from his seat. A final burst of dauntlessness flared up your throat. “What the fuck are you all staring at me for?” You broadcasted to the intrigued onlookers.

Half of these people weren’t sober enough to remember this in the morning. For those who did, you would be a completely different person the second you stepped foot off this godforsaken vehicle.

“Thank you,” the woman said, sickly sweet.

“Don’t mention it.” You admitted beating up assholes wasn’t an entirely cumbersome task.

“I feel obliged now to ask what your name is,” she continued.

You raised your eyebrows, turning in her direction. “What about stranger danger? How do you know I didn’t just stop them so I could be alone with you?”

“How do you know I needed your help?” She batted the question back at you.

“Touche.” You knew she didn’t. But she had indeed wanted to keep her cards close to her chest at the expense of you revealing yours. You offered a hand. “I’m Sam.”

“Nadia,” she replied, conceding the handshake. Her palms and fingers were lined with ridges of calluses.

“That’s a pretty name.” But not one that belonged to her, you thought.

She was so close now. The setting sunlight streamed through the window and coaxed the vibrance from the green of her irises. You stopped yourself from lingering there too long. You imagined all the people who had lost to her siren’s call before.

You cleared your throat and broke off the staring match. “Can I ask what you’re doing in England? Excuse me assuming that you’re not from around here.” If she wanted to play this game, you didn’t see the harm in joining in.

“I’m visiting a friend.” Her American accent drew attention. Odd for a thief or a spy or whoever she was to forgo language assimilation. “What about you, Sam? Did you grow up here?”

“I did. Never been out of the country meself.” Lies to you, but truths for Sam the football fan.

“Got anyone special at home?” She smirked, looking up at you from a downturned face.

You scoffed. She was messing with you. “No. Not for me. I like to keep available. You never know when an opportunity might come around. I’m not usually one to let a good thing pass me by.”

“And what makes a special opportunity? How do you know one when you see it?” How fitting that smoke still lingered in the air.

“I guess,” you started slowly. “Some people just have this spark about them.”

She wet her lips. “Do you think I have it?” If some people sparked with electricity, she certainly blazed with the sun’s heat.

The corner of your mouth lifted in a smile. You rolled your eyes with playful mirth. That was all the answer she needed.

Good thing as soon as the train pulled into the station in London you would get your ass as far away from her as possible. And with any luck, as the moon eclipses the sun your paths would cease to cross for a very long time.

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Prime Minister Jameson Harris had an expensive taste in liquor. You were alone in his house, save for a half dozen security agents scattered about various entryways. Tonight you doubled as the man himself while he and his family had been whisked away to another secure location. You owed a friend in MI6 a favor, so you played the sitting duck amidst rumors of an assassination plot. Just another average night.

You snagged a crystal bottle of mystery alcohol from the shelf. Twisting the cork off with a pop you smelled it experimentally before taking a swig straight from the jug. Mister Harris had a fine taste in whiskey indeed. You rounded a giant mahogany table and sat, polished leather squeaking in protest.

The study lights weren’t overwhelming thanks to the dimmers you had spent way too long fiddling with. In addition you had lit a couple of candles. The room had smelled too much like mothballs and stale paper for your taste.

You raised the whiskey bottle in a toast to an imaginary gathering. “Long live the United Kingdom. To the prosperity of humankind. May all mutant scum drop dead,” you pronounced with the fanfare of a juvenile king. No one had stuck around to tell you your birthday, but you still had a good year or two before you were of drinking age. That much at least, you knew.

You didn’t follow politics, not keen on allying yourself with a particular nation, but the anti-mutant sentiment reached you anyhow. Hate and fear for you and your kind served as a rallying point for human leaders. They ceased pointing their guns at each other and instead set their targets on you.

Bottle in hand, you stood abruptly and turned toward the giant bookshelf behind you. Classic novels, history collections, and political theory publications lined the entire wall. You traced your fingers down their spines. You had to stay the night here, but thought it may be wiser to resist the call of sleep lest you don’t wake in the morning.

You pulled a relatively thin volume down. Between the stealing and fleeing and occasional strong-arming you didn’t have a lot of time to read. Tonight, you could start playing catch up with The Scarlet Letter.

You meandered back toward the desk. Glancing up, a cool breeze rushed at you from an open window. Your stomach dropped, heavy with an iron pit. The curtains flapped in the wind, taunting you for letting your guard down.

You set the whiskey and the book down on the desk and instead wrapped your hand around the slick steel of a pistol hidden beneath. “Show yourself,” you called in the voice of Jameson Harris. “Don’t think I won’t shoot you for breaking and entering.”

The study was by no means cramped for room, but even still there were few places to hide. You cleared the room in less than a second before realizing the door was ajar too.

You stalked out into the hall, only to find a guard passed out on the floor. You dug your fingers into your temple. Someone was clearly amusing themselves with the game they were playing. Even so, a chill ran down your spine. You weren’t used to being the rat in the maze in these situations.

Outside the study, the rest of the house was blanketed in darkness. For you, the absence of light made no difference. You could see just fine with the barest hint of sunshine. From above the bannister, you peered down the sight of the gun at the foyer. The ground floor lay still, as if holding its breath. The security guard posted at the front door sat slumped against the wall. You couldn’t tell if the dark spot pooling beneath his body was born of shadow or something much more sinister.

A cold hand on your shoulder jolted you from your search. Before you could turn around, meticulously sharpened steel carved a grinning line across your throat. You clamped a hand around the wound, panic fluttering in your chest like a trapped canary. From the corner of your warping vision you saw a figure, wrapped in a shawl of shadows. The light from their eyes waited eagerly for the one in yours to wink out.

You stumbled, choking on your own blood. Pink froth bubbled from your mouth, burning with the chase of death. Your attention slipped and you shifted from the body of Jameson Harris and back into yourself. Well, almost. What you imagined you might look like without the lizard eyes and cobalt blue skin of a freak.

Beneath your palm your skin grew unnaturally warm. The waterfall of blood ceased its torrential flow. Slowly your skin sewed itself back together. You sighed in relief. You knew you could heal, but had never tested your powers to this extreme.

Behind you a voice muttered in Russian, “What the fuck?”

You stood straight up, flicking blood absentmindedly from your hand. Surprise gripped your heart. Standing in the corner, as still as a statue was the girl from the train that had brought you here. Nadia no longer looked the picturesque part of a wonderstruck American teenager visiting London. Blonde hair, that you now decided had definitely been dyed, lay neatly down her back in an intricate braid. She wore a black form-fitting tactical suit. Not military issued, you thought.

You blinked and found yourself staring down the muzzle of a pistol. You raised your hands in surrender, assuming the form you had been posing as on the train. A familiar rush raced from the top of your head to the ends of your limbs as your skin reformed itself. “Remember me?” You asked, spitting out a glob of blood and exposing red-stained teeth.

She cocked her head ever so slightly and just a moment of opportunity presented itself. You lunged for the gun while she grappled with the fact you’d been three completely different people in less than a minute. You let yourself shift back to your common appearance and vaulted across the floor. Muscles wound tight, you straightened your torso and kicked at the weapon.

Snapping back to reality she snatched the gun away just in time. You stood before she could re-aim and cut at her wrist. The gun clattered to the floor and you kicked it further down the hall.

You craned your head to avoid a viscous elbow to the nose. Sweat began to build along your hairline and drip down the back of your neck. You didn’t fight often, preferring to run into the foliage rather than confront the enemy and run the risk of being caught. You missed the rush.

She fought like a dancer. Momentum built from a lunge forward charged a stinging jab at your ribs. You pushed her two steps back and she went for a low sweep at your legs. You moved so fast you could hear the rush of cloth through the air, the sound of a fist soaring at your gut. A knife appeared in her hand, opening a surgical gash along the length of your tricep.

Hot blood ran down your arm. You weren’t sure what the limit of your healing factor was, but as the cut refused to close, you realized you might have spent it for tonight.

Your heart thundered in your chest. You couldn’t lose, no doubt that if she caught you she wouldn’t hesitate to snap your neck and unload an entire round into your head, just in case. But you had to think five steps ahead even as a boot came flying hairwidths from your face and lightning fast slashes struck at any spot you left unprotected.

She flipped herself and suddenly you were flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You pulled air back into your spent lungs, gasping as your fingers dug into the floorboards. From the corner of your vision you saw her bolt for the discarded gun. Panic flared through you and you sprung yourself up, tackling her off course.

The both of you crashed through the bannister and went soaring onto the ground floor. She managed to maneuver herself midair so that she would land on top of you. The impact shot up the knobs of your spine, your head whipping painfully against the cool floor. Her shoulder dug into your collarbone, breaths coming in steady little exhales. You lost your focus for a split second, the pain radiating from the back of your skull overwhelming everything else.

Involuntarily you transformed into your natural appearance, attention split in so many ways you couldn’t hold onto maintaining your looks. You grit your teeth and shoved the woman off of you with all the strength you could muster, which admittedly beat the strongest of humans even on your worst days. She flew back and smashed into a side table, residing lamp tumbling down and shattering on the floor.

You hurdled over the staircase railing at the halfway point and cleared the rest of the steps in one bound. You normalized your complexion, hoping the dark had shielded you from her seeing the momentary exposure.

You scooped a gun up from the ground and whipped around, catching her at the top of the staircase. Strangling the grip, you tensed the muscles in your forearms and leveled it at her chest.

“Where’s Harris?” She asked, voice as harsh as the blade caught in her fist, still drip, drip, dripping with your blood.

“A safe place. Somewhere far away from pretty women with sharp objects.” Your pointer finger ghosted over the trigger. A voice in the back of your mind urged you to pull it. Return the favor.

She arched one eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re good.” You’d never tell her, but even with your enhanced strength and agility she’d had you on the ropes the entire fight. If you had so much as breathed differently you were sure the roles would be reversed right now.

“But not good enough for you,” she finished. Even as she bowed completely at your mercy her expression gave nothing away. A long time ago, you thought, she sculpted her face from marble, and the mask had been cemented in place since.

You lowered the gun. You weren’t a killer anyhow.

Blood crusted under your fingernails and in the lines of your palms, your shirt was starting to stick to your skin. You slid it over your head and tossed it on the floor, well aware of the woman’s lingering gaze.

You turned your back on her and strode into the bedroom, stealing a new shirt before locking yourself in the bathroom.

With a sigh you stopped holding a normal appearance and shifted back into your innate form. Staying in shape had become easier as you’d grown and fully navigated your powers but the process still ate up much of your concentration. Exhaustion slogged endlessly at your mind.

You eyed your arm which had thankfully stopped actively bleeding, but the flesh still gaped open in a deep red valley. You pulled all the cabinets open, coming up with a roll of gauze and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Catching your lip between your teeth you washed the stinging wound, a hiss escaping as you flushed it out. You wrapped the bandage tight around your arm, ripping the extra with your teeth.

Methodically you cleaned yourself up. Filling your mouth with cold water from the tap, the sour coppery taste flushed away from your tongue. Then you scrubbed at your face, neck, and chest, trying hard to ignore the blue ridged flesh of an aberration. As the adrenaline started to drain from your system, the realization that death had been seconds away from stealing your life weighed on your mind like a wet blanket.

You scrubbed harshly at your hands until the water ran clear and then some. Staring at your reflection you slowly recomposed yourself. Freakishly red hair gave way to a more muted color, the yellow in your eyes faded to white, and bit by bit, the blue scales that cursed you with this power overturned into ordinary skin.

You curled your lips into a careless grin lined with a protective amount of cockiness. The great Mystique smiled back at you.

There you are, you thought.

The first time you had ever lied you were small and alone and desperately hungry for food. You had stolen a loaf of bread from a baker’s cart and bolted around a corner before shifting into someone else. When the seller asked you if you had seen a child run off, you looked him in the eye and told him no.

You weren’t sure how that one little lie had consumed you until there was no you left. Every morning you woke up and put on a charming show at the cost of further warping the person you ought to be. You’d die in your castle of lies, alone and bitter.

You walked back out into the hall, finding your attacker right where you left her. She stared down at the pool of blood staining the wood floor as if maybe she had imagined the entire ordeal.

“Unfortunately for you, I am still here,” you said. Unease churned in your stomach. Perhaps she was simply lying in wait, like a predator crouching in the tall yellow grass. “Made quite the mess though, don’t you think? The Prime Minister might have to look at new flooring.” You cringed as you stepped over the dark, coppery smelling spot. The warm light from the study spilled out into the hall. You walked into it, boldly turning your back on the woman. “Come on. I know you have questions.”

You leaned against the desk, next to a little bobble head of a dog. She walked in a few moments later, looking infinitely more at ease than she had in the hall. The knife had disappeared from her grasp. You saw right through the veil, having constructed a similar one in the privacy of the bathroom.

“So you’re not Jameson Harris, and you’re not Sam from London’s east end.” You shook your head, flicking at the toy. “Then who are you?” She stopped a respectable distance away, standing with her shoulders back and chin high.

You told her your name. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d done that truthfully. Yet this stranger managed to coax it out of you with one question. Faith was a funny thing. “And you?” You asked, tracing the curve of her jaw with your eyes.

“Romanova. Natalia.” She told you so almost robotically, as if the name was reserved for other people to use against her. As if she did not have the right to define herself.

“Nice to meet you, Natalia.” You took another sip of the whiskey before offering her the bottle. She eyed it suspiciously. “It’s not poisoned, I promise. It’ll get you damn drunk though.”

She took the bottle, fingers brushing yours momentarily. “I prefer vodka,” she said, drinking as if she’d been denied water for the past week. She passed it back, staring at you as if searching for something. “How?” She asked, your expression denying her any plausible answer.

“How what?” You asked, failing to suppress a growing smirk.

“The disguises.” The firm line of her lips told you she wasn’t entertained by your antics. “You’re wearing some kind of suit, are you not?” You could imagine the gears turning in her head, trying to explain the impossible.

You slid yourself back until you sat fully on the desktop. “Nope. Fanciest piece of technology I own is a little flip phone,” you said, tracing the smooth lip of the desk with your fingertips. “And I don’t wear tacky suits.”

“I’m offended,” she said lowly, not sounding the slightest bit bothered.

“Don’t be. The whole dark assassin thing suits you,” you said, waving your hand. “Not me though. I mean, could you imagine me in a skin tight suit?”

“I wouldn’t sell yourself short. I think you could pull it off.” She raked her gaze over you and heat rose to your cheeks.

You transformed into an exact copy of her, inspecting your hands in wonder as if she wasn’t standing an arm’s length away. “You’re right,” you said in her voice. “I do look good.” You threw a toothy grin her way before shifting back with a woosh.

Realization dawned on her, green eyes brightening. “You’re one of them,” she said.

“Yep.” You swirled the alcohol around, watching how the light played off the bottle. “One of them.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just I’ve never—I’ve never met a mutant before.” She seemed awestruck at the revelation. You were so used to being met with fear and disgust.

“I’m sure you have. Especially with all of the traveling you do,” you said. You remembered the window, still propped open from earlier. “Those of us that can try to blend in with everyone else. Take any street in a big city, for example. If you walked around for a little I guarantee you’d pass at least one of us.” You gazed up at the night sky, dotted with a billion brilliant stars. The estate sat well removed from the city and its hungry lights. “Most of us learned pretty quickly how to adapt, how to stay safe and hidden in the crowd,” you explained.

“And those of you who can’t?” You looked over your shoulder at Natalia, so curious yet so far from innocent herself.

“We go underground to survive. Or run the risk of being killed, or worse.” You’d heard the rumors. Missing mutants spawned stories. Stories of various governments and other organizations abducting your kind for experimentation. A shiver crawled down your spine.

“Sounds like a lonely way to live.”

You slammed the window shut with more force than necessary. “Takes one to know one.” You guessed people in her life were nothing more than fleeting moments either. “My turn,” you said. “What’s got you sneaking around in the middle of the night, attempting murder on the British prime minister?”

“That’s none of your business,” she said as if speaking to a child. She took another long drink, fingers twitching at her side as a nervous tic. “What’s got you sitting in his house playing body double?” Her voice had taken on a defensive edge.

“A friend,” you replied smoothly. “And money, of course. Turns out protecting politicians pays almost as well as stealing from them.”

“Well I’m not a sellout.”

You narrowed your gaze. “No, you just slit throats because you’re told to, then.” Natalia furrowed her brow. “Unless you’re telling me you got bored and picked up a new hobby.” She stayed quiet, your words seemingly falling on deaf ears. “What?” You asked. Her lips were slightly parted. She stalked closer, eyes flickering over your face. “Hey, hey,” you stuttered, tripping over your feet as you backpedaled.

You huffed as you slammed into the wall. She reached out, so close now you could feel her breath on your face. You froze, heart thundering in your chest. She cupped your cheek tenderly, thumb brushing your flaming skin.

“Your eye,” she whispered as if it were something holy.

You blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“It’s yellow. They weren’t different colors before.”

You broke out of her hold, forcing yourself not to run to the mirror on the wall. The frame was a golden oval, hung in between a family portrait and a pair of framed university degrees. Sure enough your right eye had slipped back. You blinked and it fixed itself, but the damage was done.

“I should go,” you muttered, staring at the floor and beelining for the door. Too much alcohol and too little sleep and this was what you wound up with.

Natalia snagged your wrist and held you from taking off. You knew if you pulled away she’d let you go. You untensed the muscles in your back and let her spin you around.

You tilted your head down and met her in a slow kiss. She had you hooked and you didn’t care. You couldn’t think straight, the taste of her lips clouded your head like a powerful drug.

You threaded your fingers through her hair and undid her braid while her hand wandered down to your belt. You pulled back, breathless. “I’m not looking for nothing here,” you insisted, even if only to try to convince yourself.

“Me neither,” she agreed. “One night.” She kissed your neck and a low grunt wound its way up from the back of your throat. “You’ll never have to see me again.”

You didn’t know why a pang wracked your chest still her words. That was the plan, after all. You knew you weren’t cut out for more than tonight. And with the way Natalia dragged her nails down your back, you guessed she wasn’t either.

“Bedroom,” you demanded, stepping out of your pants that now lay pooled around your ankles. You stumbled down the hall, blinded by her body as she lost her suit, and deafened by the way she panted your name between desperate kisses.

God, you were screwed.

—

You didn’t sleep, knowing you’d lose grip on your appearance if you did, but with each passing minute you found it harder and harder to stay awake. Natalia lay pressed into your side, so close that you could feel her heartbeat in your ribcage. Her body radiated heat, not the kind that made your face flush with infatuation, but the kind that felt like finally finding shelter after an eternity in the freezing rain. Her breaths wound in and out as if she were sleeping, but you knew she couldn’t. No. Someone who led her life had to be hardwired to never let their guard down.

Finally, after catching yourself almost dozing off for the tenth time you peeled back the covers and forced yourself to leave the confines of the mattress that seemed intent on sucking you back down. Goosebumps immediately rose along your skin, but you didn’t dare to glance back at bed and the woman feigning slumber. You stood and stretched, working the stiff muscles in your back and shoulders. Don’t look back. You followed the trail of hastily removed clothing down the dark hall and back to the study, candles still alight.

You buckled your jeans and grabbed your bag, lingering by the door. Don’t go back. Hastily you rummaged through the desk drawers, finding a pen and pad of paper. You scribbled down the address of a PO box that you checked quarterly along with a note that read, For another one night.

A/N

If you didn't catch it, R is a shapeshifter like Mystique from the X-Men. I wrote this piece with the intent of having it serve as the first chapter in a longer story. I wasn't certain of the amount of interest in a series though... I fear Tumblr may be drying up some.

Let me know if you'd like to see more and I can post up the second chapter, otherwise I'll leave it be as a one-shot.

As always, thanks for reading and just a reminder, my requests are open.

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A New Life

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actor Reader

Word Count: 6k

Rating Mature - 18+ ONLY

Genre: angst

A/n: It’s been a minute. I took a little break from writing. Life has been busy but as soon as I saw Pedro at the Oscars I immediately got inspired to write this fic. Thank you to the amazing @musings-of-a-rose for never allowing me to quit and helping me with this.

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. The apartment was pitch black. You had cried yourself to sleep as soon as you got in. After the emotional roaster that you had been on, you finally decide to get out of bed. Walking in a daze, on autopilot you made your way to the kitchen, where you realized that this was no longer how the home that it once was before. After making some coffee, you started packing all your stuff into luggage, waiting for your agent Chloe to come to help you. This time, there was no music pumping or him grabbing you to dance while you were cleaning or cooking. It was just you, alone, in a quiet apartment that you and Pedro once shared.

After so many years spent together, now that it's over, you were left feeling confused and, honestly, lost.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

Your phone was blowing up with text messages from Pedro.

Text Message - 11:29 a.m. Pedro - A, please answer me

Text Message - 11:30 a.m. Pedro - A, you left last night without letting me know.

Text Message - 11:31 a.m. Pedro - A, I know you're upset but please answer me to let me know you're ok.

Text Message - 11:32 a.m. Pedro - Please answer me! I’m worried about you.

Text Message - 11:33 a.m. Pedro - I love you.

You angrily grab your phone and throw it against the wall, letting out your emotions with a loud scream.

“Anna! Are you ok? What happened?”

Chloe, your agent, opens the door of the apartment and runs towards you, seeing you collapsed on the floor, chest heaving, and in tears.

“You called me last night. Said that you were heading back from Calgary. Did something happen with you and Pedro? What happened? Why is Pedro calling me to see where you are?”

Chloe brought you up from the floor and sat you down on the sofa as she went and grabbed some water to help calm you down.

It was real. It really happened. All the hurt, all the pain was being turned into rage, bubbling up inside of you.

How can you move on from this?

Four years ago……

You never thought you'd give up your stable job in Miami to pursue acting. Being an award winning actress was something you'd always dreamed of, but taking the leap was never in the picture. When one of your good friends told you about an opportunity for a role in a show you took the chance and went to audition for it. They offered you the role on the spot, which was the final push you needed to give your dream a chance. After a couple of roles, you were excited when you got a small part in a new show called The Mandalorian. It wasn’t a major role, but you were to interact with the Mandalorian and bounty hunter, Din Djarin, who is played by Pedro Pascal. You had no clue who Pedro is, but you do know you're more than excited to be in a Star Wars series.

Prior to filming the scene, you were to meet up with Pedro to quickly run through your lines and placement. As you were preparing hair and makeup, he popped into the trailer to introduce himself.

“Um, hi. Are you Anna?”

“Hi! Yes I am.”

“Oh hi! I'm Pedro. It's so nice to meet you.”

He extended his hand and as you were presenting yours a shock came between the both of you at the touch of his hand sending you jumping out of your seat.

“I'm so sorry! I guess I have too much static in my clothes."

He ran his hand through his hair nervously but covered with a beautiful smile that made your cheeks warm up.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck today and hope to talk to you more."

“Thank you for that. I hope so too."

As he attempted to walk out he slipped on the stairs to the trailer and hit his back on one of the steps.

“Oh my God! Pedro, are you ok?" You went to go help him, but he quickly got up and acted like nothing had happened.

“No no no, I’m good, I just wasn’t paying attention! See ya!” Embarrassed, he quickly left the trailer and shut the door.

You smiled and giggled from just what had happened but carried on finishing hair and makeup before they called you up.

After a long day of shooting, your scenes were done and finally were heading home where a bowl of cereal and a pair of pjs were calling your name. As you were getting closer to your car, you noticed a strange person pacing themselves back and forth by it. He was wearing thick square glasses with a dark blue long sleeve crew neck sweater, khaki shorts with colored stripe socks, and sneakers. If that didn’t give out sketchy stalker vibes then what will? The nerves started kicking in as you started reaching for your pepper spray inside your purse.

From afar you started raising your voice to give a fair warning.

“Umm hello, whoever you are! I just want to let you know that I have pepper spray in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it?”

“Hi Anna! It's me, Pedro."

Relieved but a little confused, you looked around expecting to see someone else. But the only people in the parking lot were you and Pedro.

“Ummm, hiiiii! Were you waiting here for me or someone else? Because I saw that you were walking back and forth by my car?”

“Shit, sorry to scare you like that. I mean yeah I was actually waiting for you”.

Taken back by what he just said “You were?”

He started laughing but in a cute flirtatious way. “Actually, I asked my assistant to ask when you were done filming so that I could track you down. I wanted to see if I could take you out for dinner."

Shocked, you let out a small chuckle. "Are you serious? Why me? Wait - how long have you been waiting for me?"

“Half an hour." He replied.

“Pedro, you should have gotten my number!" You laughed.

His fingers brush his mustache nervously .

“I think we clicked this morning and we hit it off when we were shooting. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you so I had to track you down."

“I think we hit it off as well. But next time get my number. Don't be getting all stalker mode.”

He let out the biggest laugh that made you smile.

“So is that a yes?” he asks as he puts on the cutest puppy face to try and convince you.

“Oh no, how can I resist that puppy face? Of course I would love to go out to dinner with you."

He took you to a Cuban restaurant in LA because you had mentioned to him during takes that you were home sick and missed your mom’s cooking. Not wasting any time you ordered a rum and coke as soon as the waiter came in. Not sure if this was a first date you were in sure need of liquid.

“Rum and coke?” Pedro asked.

“Yes, it's my go to drink and plus I'm a little nervous,” you replied.

He chuckled “Nervous? Would it be weird if I'm kinda nervous too?.”

Shocked and taken off guard you quickly lift your glass and chug half of your drink.

Well this should be fun, you thought.

“So tell me why are you single?” he bluntly asked you as he picked up his beer. He looked so relaxed asking you such a personal question.

“Straight to the hardcore questions I see, Mr. Pascal.” You jokingly tell him.

“Life has been complicated for me and the cards never aligned with me. It’s hard to find someone to settle down with in this city.” you explained to him.

Pedro pushes his glasses back “Well….. maybe we can change that.”

“Maybe we will.” as you looked at him while taking your drink.

The night went on as the both of you were telling jokes, talking about each other's lives, interests and you come to find out that the both of you have a lot in common. Flirtation was on high alert between the both of you.

While waiting for the check he popped open his phone and scooted close to you and brought you close to him. He turned on the camera of the phone and put the selfie mode and the both of you got together cheek to cheek and took a picture.

“What is this for? Just in case you murder me and you have an alibi? Plus do you know that you are taking video and not camera?” you joked.

“Oh crap I always do this wrong.” He quickly changes the photo mode and takes the picture. As he took out his wallet to pay the bill he presented his other hand to you and said “To answer your question I want to take a picture of us because it would be something that we can look back on as a reminder of our first date.” The biggest smile came from you as you believed he was hinting something to you.

The two of you made your way through the neighborhood towards your apartment complex.

You arrive at your doorstep, turn to him with a twisted smile, not sure what to do next.

��Well this is my place. Thank you for tonight Pedro. I really had a good time tonight.”

Pedro smiled at you “I had an amazing night too, Anna. It feels good to go out with someone new that I can get to know and maybe more.” As he inches closer to you the keys from your purse slipped out as you were searching for them. Pedro grabbed them and his wrist accidently brushed your ankle and you instantly gulped, his touch made you weak in the knees.

He presents you your keys and his hand brushes your palm as he places the keys on your hands “I believe you need this.”

“Clumsy me,” you blush.

Pedro slowly approaches you once more “Just a little clumsy but it's cute.”

He places a soft short kiss and slowly retreats back a few inches and the both of you are stuck looking deep into each other's eyes. Without hesitation, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into an intense kiss. His energy matches yours by the roughness and gentleness that the both of you were having. He gently grabbed your neck and pulled you even more to him and the kiss grew to become more passionate. The both of you fall back against your apartment door. Your hands glide through his curls. You tease him by slightly biting his lower lip and in return he wanders his hands all over your body. The intensity was getting fierce between the both of you. When all of a sudden-

“Umm excuse me Miss?” The apartment complex security interrupted the moment.

Your lips departed from his and the both of you started giggling as Pedro placed his chin on your forehead to brush out the embarrassment as the both of you waited for the security guard to leave.

Letting go of his hand, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek “I gotta go but thank you again. I hope for more soon.”

You open the door, walk in and slowly turn back to him “Good night Pedro.”

Your life was never the same after that date.

While your relationship with Pedro flourished, so did both of your careers. After the first season of The Mandalorian, Pedro went on to do several movies while you got several acting jobs that gave you the status per the tabloids of “Rising Stars to Watch”. After 2 years in the business you finally scored your big break in the role of a lifetime. You were cast as a series regular in Law and Order SVU. Filming for the show was done in New York which meant that you had to move from Hollywood to New York. This was a secret that you wanted to share with Pedro but you were waiting for the right time to share it with him.

New Year's Eve 2019…

Pedro’s best friend Oscar invited you and Pedro to spend New Years with them in his apartment in New York. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to share the good news with Pedro. On the night of the party right before the clock struck 12, you pulled Pedro to the side and finally told him about the casting news and he couldn’t control his excitement. He grabbed you and twirled you around as the clock was striking 12 and in that moment he told you the words that you were waiting for him to tell you.

“I love you A.”

You ran your hand across his little curl that was hanging in his face and you repeated the words back to him, “I love you.” and he gave you the most passionate kiss.

He asked you to move into his apartment because he didn’t want you living alone when he had a place that he could share with you. Moving in with your famous boyfriend was a big step in your relationship but you felt that things happened for a reason so you accepted his offer to move in with him.

One of the things that you loved and respected about Pedro was that he didn’t share his personal life events in social media. But he was so excited that he asked Oscar to take a picture of the both of you and in that moment, he posted the picture with a cop and heart emoji next to it.

For the next three years, New York was your home for personal and work. Life for you was going exponentially well. Hard work was finally paying off when after two seasons you received your first Emmy nomination for your role in Law and Order. As your professional life was increasing in fame you were in an amazing relationship with an amazing man. Pedro was becoming the leading man in Hollywood with roles from The Bubble to The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and he became the top notch actor when he was cast in the leading role of a lifetime as Joel Miller in The Last of Us.

Crazy schedules between the both of you became the new norm for the both of you. Even though you had gotten used to the hectic schedule, it was taking a toll on your relationship and the spark wasn’t there as it used to be. While he was in Calgary filming, you had decided to go visit him because you had the weekend off. You wanted to speak to Pedro about the concerns you had.

It was a cold spring day when you arrived in Calgary. You had called his assistant to check his schedule so that you could surprise him. They led you to his apartment that he was staying at in Calgary and you just waited for him to arrive. It was going to be a while until he arrived so you took advantage and took a nap.

The next day….

You were awoken by the sound of a key entering the door knob. You quickly react and look at your watch and it shows 6am the next day. What had turned out to be a couple of hours ended up being the next day. You were only going to be there 3 days and you just lost one whole day.

As he walked towards the living room he saw you on the sofa and was shocked by your presence.

“Babe? What are you doing here?”

Slowly getting up from the sofa, you gave him a kiss to greet him. “Well, I came to surprise you and I had asked your assistant what your schedule was and she had told me that it was only a couple of hours of shooting so I decided to wait here for you. I laid down and I fell asleep.”

Pedro looked tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Yeah we had a long shoot and we finished a couple of hours ago. I just came straight here.”

Bothered by his response “Did your assistant tell you that there was something for you at the apartment?”

“I mean they did but I didn't know it was you. Why didn’t you just call me?”

“Well you barely called or text me today, Pedro, or I would have just told you.”

Pedro slumped himself into the sofa and didn’t look at you. It had been almost a month since the last time the both of you had seen each other.

You got up and faced him:

“Ok something is going on. Pedro, is something wrong with you? Are you ok?”

It was in that moment as tired as he was that he told you that he thinks that the both of you need space. He felt at the moment that with everything going between the both of you and careers that it was best that you take some time apart to concentrate on your careers. Asking when he came to that realization and he expressed that he had been thinking about it for a couple of months but didn’t want to break your heart and never had the moment to tell you. Unexpected by the words and really shocked that he wanted to end the relationship, you didn’t wait to react. You quickly grab your stuff and leave the apartment without saying a word to Pedro and head back to the airport to catch the first flight back to New York.

You hadn’t shed a tear yet since the bad news and you were just building it up inside until you arrived at the apartment.

Current day…

“Ready to go A?”

“What? Umm yeah. I'm just grabbing my purse.”

Slowly passing your finger on the frame that held that selfie picture from your first date. The last tear you would shed comes down your cheek and was quickly wiped away as you place the frame back on the stand.

“I’m ready. Let’s go Chloe, I need to get out of this place.”

Four years of memories all cramped into luggage. You took one last look at the apartment as you unclipped the apartment key from your keys and placed it on the table stand. Not leaving a note was the best thing you did. Before you shut the lights and closed the door, you took one last look and quietly said “Goodbye old life” and shut the door.

3 months later ……

Award season had commenced and you were busy attending the majority of events. Solo of course. Pedro hadn’t mentioned to the media about the breakup and neither did you. Every red carpet you attended, when a question was asked about him, you would just lie and say he was busy filming in Calgary and that was the reason he couldn't attend. With every question that was asked about him, you would swallow your emotions and try your best to not let it get to you.

The Emmys finally arrived and it was the event you had been anticipating. It ended up being the best night of your life because you won the Emmy you were nominated for. While everyone was expecting Pedro to be there, you brought your assistant as your date to the awards show. Looking beautiful in a gorgeous gown, you walk up the stairs to the podium to accept your award. In your speech, you were able to thank everyone - friends, family, cast, and agent, but no mention of Pedro. You returned to your seat where you would look at your phone which had endless missed calls and text messages but the one text or call that you really wanted never came in. Disappointed as you were, it wasn't going to let you drag the night. Arriving back to your hotel at 4am from celebrating in the after parties, right before you jump into your bed, the phone dings with a new text message. When you take a look you were surprised by who it was:

New Text Message 4:30am - Pedro - “Congrats A! You deserve it. All my love. P”

The message was there staring back at you. Should you text back? Should you not? Every single question arises from this one text from him but in the end you shut the phone off and went to sleep.

The next two months you were filming in Venice for a new movie with Bradley Cooper. Keeping busy keeps you focused and not thinking about Pedro. A month into filming you had seen Pedro’s instagram that he was also in Venice filming a new commercial for a video game. But while the temptation was there for the both of you, neither one texted or called each other to meet up. While the gossip columns were creating rumors that there was an off screen romance with Bradley Cooper, and that he was your rebound from Pedro, you were always to laugh when you would hear such ridiculous rumors.

You were asked to be a presenter at the Oscars, which was an amazing and exciting opportunity for you. Looking your best was your number one priority. Valentino had called you up and wanted to dress you for the event which made you excited, but also more nervous about going. When they presented you a rough draft of the dress, you were amazed by the presentation of the dress and how it showed off all your curves, which was exactly what you were looking for.

A week before you were told that the last batch of presenters were announced, lo and behold, Pedro Pascal is one of them. In the height of his fame, between all his projects, of course he would be a presenter. A knot in your stomach came about from the news.

Will he speak to me?

Will he bring someone?

Oscar Day…

Oscar prep day was mayhem. You spent the whole day prepping. Immense pressure was building up as this was a once in a lifetime event and you wanted to look your ultimate best. Nerves were starting to creep as you settled in behind the SUV. Your hands were slick with sweat from nerves of going to this and at the same time seeing Pedro for the first since the breakup. As the SUV arrived at the Roosevelt Hotel, you felt like throwing up. Not only were you nervous about being here, you were tormented by the fact of running into him after so much time. As the driver walks around to open the door, one word pops out as you slowly whisper to yourself.

“Showtime”

The door is open and the whole audience looks at you and starts screaming and shouting your name. As you walked to the carpet you put on the biggest smile and wave to the crowd.

Chloe had prepped you on what to do and where to go on the carpet. It felt like a video game that you had to battle through and get to the finish line. The finish line was the champagne carpet. Making your way through the red carpet, you took pictures with your fans and made your way through the interviewing portion. Still feeling overwhelmed and starstruck, the nerves kick into high gear when you arrive at your first reporter. The typical questions were asked:

“How are you doing?”

“Who are you wearing?”

“Who are you excited to see?”

The first two sets of interviews went by like a breeze. The champagne carpet was getting closer and closer as you finished each interview. No personal questions had been asked, but you were dreading the questions that would come from Entertainment Tonight. They would typically ask gossip questions and it wasn’t so much about the fashion. The interview started smooth:

“Anna, you look stunning. One of the best dressed of the night! I’m sure everyone’s jaws dropped as soon as you walked on the red carpet.”

“Well, thank you for that. It’s all the work of my amazing team that helped me get ready.”

“Are we riding solo tonight?” - the question she was dreaded to be asked.

“Well, by date if you mean this nice Bulgari necklace that came along with the bodyguard then no I am not riding solo.” The interviewer laughed at your response and followed up with another question.

“Speaking of solo, there has been speculation that you and Pedro were possibly back together since the both of you are here today. Is that rumor true or should we put the rumor to rest?”

You instantly cringed.

“Well I didn't know that he was coming tonight. Whatever happened between myself and Pedro is for us to keep private. It was a mutual decision to just stay friends. I am sure we will bump into each other tonight and we will be able to catch up. I know he has been busy the past couple of months so it will be great to see him.”

The reporter turned to the camera while you stared at her in the background “Well guys, there's a shot for you now. Good luck to all.” You giggled at her comment as she turned back to you.

“Before you go, I want to congratulate you on the movie you are doing with Bradley Cooper.”

“Oh thank you.”

“I heard there was a romance. With everything that has gone with your personal life, how did you get ready for this role?”

“With everything that has changed in my life the past year, whether professionally or personally, I have been able to use that experience and incorporated that into this role. Filming this movie has been a learning experience and being around veteran actors like Bradley has helped me become a better actor.”

“Well, that is going to be an amazing movie and I cannot wait to see it! Thank you so much and have a great evening.”

The interview concluded and a huge relief fell off your shoulders. The champagne carpet was next and then you are home free. The Champagne Carpet was just all photographers flashing lights and screaming your name to take different angles of you. Carefully, you walked to where there was a star placed on the floor which was where you were to stand. Everyone was completely mesmerized by your appearance. The stunning silk red beaded dress hugged all your curves. The dress featured a leg slit that was bound to make people’s jaw drop. To finish your look, you wore a matching necklace along with a pair of red stunner heels. As you posed for pictures, the paparazzi started screaming for your attention.

“Lady in red! Hey Anna over here!”

“Anna! Anna! Over here please!”

Feeling in the moment, you didn’t care who was calling your name. You made sure that every angle was taken of you and your gorgeous dress.

As you were finalizing the last couple of shots, a change of phase was done and all of sudden the name you didn’t expect to hear was starting to be shouted.

“Pedro! Pedro! Pedro!”

With a smile on your face as pictures were taken of you, you just felt frozen and wanted to quickly get out of there. There he was, a few feet from you. You felt your blood was rushing from your head to your heart. Seeing him for the first time since the day you ran out of the Calgary apartment reminded you that whatever life you had shared with him in the past was just the past.

Taking a quick glance you saw him looking remarkably handsome. His hair was slicked back. He was wearing a fitted black tailored tuxedo with a white stand-collar shirt. Rings? Were those rings he was wearing? He reminded you of Dieter Bravo role with the rings. He had a ring on his left hand like a wedding band. Did he get married? Your chest started to compress on thinking that thought and not knowing if that was true. Did he come with a date? His wife?

In a split second, you swallowed a sigh of relief.

“Javiera, big smile! What is it like coming with your brother?”

“Javiera! Pedro! Over here!”

Chloe noticed that you were trying to get out of there and quickly called your name before you cracked under pressure. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Pedro was starting to head to you and Chloe grabbed you so fast to take you out that Pedro didn’t catch your attention.

“Anna, everything ok?” Your eyes wandered again back to Pedro as you saw him still taking pictures.

“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go inside.” You nodded your head as it made you believe your flat out lie you were telling yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was to give the press newsworthy gossip.

Luckily, they placed the both of you in different areas in the theater so there was no interaction between you. During the ceremony, you would engage and fangirl with all the celebrities that you met. Despite trying not to cross paths with Pedro, you had an overall good time at the ceremony.

Few hours later, after the ceremony

If there was an after party that one had to be invited to, it was the Vanity Fair party. You made your way through the carpet and into the party. Once you were given directions and you were inside the party, you headed straight to the bar to grab a drink.

“Rum and coke please?”

As you were waiting for a drink a strong hand grasped your wrist. You instantly turned and were taken back by who was in front of you.

“Oh shit did I scare you? I'm so sorry.” Pedro directed you.

Completely off guard, you grinned at him. In that moment, you really wanted to fall into his arms and give him the biggest kiss, but held back. Though you were still hurting from the breakup you were still in love with him.

You laughed “No way! You didn’t scare me.”

He started getting giddy and sounded nervous as he complimented how you looked. As the place started getting crowded, Pedro moved closer to you.

“How have you been? I know we haven’t spoken since that day. I have been wanting to reach out but I figured you didn’t want to talk to me.”

Looking directly into his eyes and not wanting to let your emotions out, you respond to his comment to be as real as it could get.

“I've been fine. Keeping myself busy with work.”

“I noticed. Your movie with Bradley looks amazing. I’m really proud of you. You have come so far from being an extra on Mando.”

You gave him a meaningful smile. The music started getting louder and it was getting difficult to talk or hear each other. Pedro got even closer and now he was inches from your face. He slowly moved his lips over to you and whispered “I would like to catch up with you if that’s ok with you? Save me a dance ok?”

It was clear both of you wanted each other. As he gradually touched your arm a shock came across the both of you.

“Ouch! Are you ok A?”

Rubbing your arm from that tingling sensation you laugh and smile at him.

“I guess we always shock ourselves.”

The party was electric. Champagne was flowing from wall to wall. Award winners were showing off their new accessory to everyone who was in attendance, while you enjoyed partying it up on the dance floor. Pedro was sitting close by and his eyes were on you as you danced with everyone in your vicinity. You knew he was watching, so you took the chance to dance the best way that would attract his attention. His close presence wasn’t going to let you ruin your night. The DJ was on point with the music that they were playing when all of a sudden the dj drops “Let’s Go Crazy.”

Shit, Oh no! This is one of his favorite songs!

Right when the first verse commenced, you felt a strong grip grab and turn you around.

“Can I have this dance?” You nodded. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. The both of you sway to the rhythm of the music. You place your arms around his shoulders, bringing you closer to each other. Everyone is for sure looking at the both of you. As the music continues, both of you had your eyes locked on each other. Things were heating between the both of you. His lips looked so delicious and you want to take a bite of it. The tension between you was orgasmic, making you breathless when the song abruptly ends.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. You nod your head up and down. He lays his hand on your side and brings you closer and places his lips on yours. It had been seven months since you last kissed him and yet this kiss felt like the first time he kissed you on that first date.

Backing away from him you realize this was wrong.

“I miss you A,” he quietly told you.

Seemingly confused, you let go of hands. He was probably talking nonsense. It was clear that the both of you wanted each other and alcohol was not helping the situation. He inched closer towards you again and glided his hand down your back, his fingers warm where your skin was exposed, pulling you closer to try and kiss you again.

“I can’t do this.”

Picking up your dress, you headed outside to get some air. The air felt crisp as you placed your hands on the edge of the balcony rail looking out to the flashing LA lights. Your chest started compacting. Breathing was becoming shorter. The lights were starting to become extremely bright and you were losing sense of what was going on with you and started to feel like you were going to faint.

Were you losing your mind?

Were you having a panic attack?

Did you drink too much?

Don’t make a scene at the Oscars. You can’t be on the front page.

Placing your hand on your chest, you quickly tried to calm yourself when suddenly Pedro saw and quickly ran towards you.

“Hey, hey! Look at me. It’s me. It’s me. Breathe, baby girl! Breathe, baby girl!” He slowly placed his hands on your cheeks as you looked into his eyes to calm down. The breathing started to slow back down, the flashing lights started to dim and come back to normal. Pedro grabbed you carefully and sat you down as he went to grab you some water. After a couple of breaths, you felt reality slowly coming back to you.

He hands you the glass and sits next to you.

“Are you ok?’’

You nodded.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong? Was it the kiss?”

“No, no. The kiss was ….” you paused and turned to look at his gorgeous face. “It was amazing. It reminded me of when we first kissed. But it just felt wrong.”

He slowly grabs your hands and your fingers intertwine with his.

“I miss you, A. What I did was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you go.” His eyes are pleading and wide just like a lost dog wanting to be loved again.

Your heart starts to race. “P, I don’t think I can do this again.”

“Why not?” As he continued to plead to you. “You don’t love me anymore? That kiss that we had back there showed me that there is still something between us. Don’t you want that again?”

“Pedro, you decided to end this relationship. When I came back to New York I cried for you. I didn't know what to do or how to feel about myself.” Your heart starts racing even more and the tension is rising but you didn’t want to make a scene in front of people, so you hold yourself together.

“Look. I didn’t come to this event hoping to see you after all this time. I just can’t deal with this. You're just too late Pedro.”

As you start to walk away from him, he grabs you once again. “You don’t mean that A,” he tells you with his glossy eyes. “I wasn’t thinking right when I told you that.” He doesn’t make eye contact with you. “I was just tired and overwhelmed by everything going on with my life. This show is brutal and kicking my ass but I want it to be perfect. I just lost myself in it. Everyday I woke up and I felt out of place. I feel empty inside and it's because you aren’t with me.”

Visually upset, you rush towards him. “P, you could have talked to me, told me how you feel. I could have taken days off from the show to be together. But you didn’t do that. You just decided not to be with me. Four years! Four years of growing and experiencing life moments together and all for what? I don’t want to be with someone that can’t be open and then leaves them high and dry when things become difficult. I just can’t do that and I'm done with this.”

Wanting to get out of there, you quickly pick up your dress and started heading back towards the party, when you feel a hand pulling your shoulder around, spinning your whole body the opposite direction. His lips pushed against yours and his hands rested on your cheeks. You pull back after what felt like an eternity and look at his face. What you saw were sad eyes that made your heart ache. “A, I need you, I love you and I’m sorry.” You just needed to say it back.

Say it.

You need him, you love him and you forgive him.

But you don’t want to get hurt again. You slowly give his hands a slight squeeze and let them go.

“I love you P but I just can’t.” Your voice cracks as a tear finally gives way and slips down the side of your face as you walked past him, leaving Pedro all alone in the balcony as you disappeared into the crowd.

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frustrated-writer-skyeknight · 4 months

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My two moods in writing canon-divergence plotpoints (with some examples I feel passionate about in no particular order)

"Yes, canon is acceptable, but consider..."

○Hiccup x Jack ○Jay Gatsby x Nick Carraway end game ○Pitch Black redemption arc ○Tony Stark surviving the snap ○Alec Ryder remaining alive but still had to transfer S.A.M. to his son/daughter so they still become a Pathfinder ○Gregory Sackville-Bagg getting more screentime than Anna Sackville-Bagg ○Miguel being in a threesome with Tulio x Chel ○Camillo joining Mirabel in her quest to save the miracle, so Pepa's side of the family and their struggle could also be addressed. ○Chai snapping at Peppermint once for her being bossy and being valid about it.

"Just because it's canon doesn't mean it should be..."

❌Stoick dying ❌Toothless leaving ❌Gatsby dying ❌The original Gamora dying ❌Jason Grace dying ❌Pedro not surviving and the miracle shows up before the sacrifice was completed ❌Ali, Saebyeok, Sangwoo, Jiyeong, and Junho dying ❌Finnick and Prim dying ❌Zagreus not finding out exactly what Sisyphus did to Thanatos because it could've led to an awesome secret boss fight with Sisyphus. ❌Daedalus not being a character in the 'Hades' games with his own story of not seeing his son Icarus, who's has a secret relationship with Apollo.

#fanfiction #canon compliant #canon divergent #spoilers #Httyd #Rotg #The Great Gatsby #The Little Vampire #Squid game #Mockingjay #Hi Fi Rush #Hades #PJO series

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missania · 2 years

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The Nightmare King was feared by all - nobody dared to even speak his name for fear of summoning him.

However there was one girl who did not pay attention to the peoples' warnings.

Were she not so lonely she wouldn't have dared set a foot outside the palace walls in the dead of the night.

But her fate was already sealed.

And so there outside, completely on her own, did she meet a dark stranger not knowing just who it was that was standing in front of her...

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Finally finished this! And yes, just like that playlist this belongs to an upcoming fanfic of mine~

#pitchanna #pitch black x anna #anna x pitch black #pitchanna fanfiction #pitchanna art #black heart #fanfiction #my art #crossover #rotg #frozen #anna #princess anna #pitch black #kozmotis pitchiner

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pitchannawarmsourblackhearts · 2 years

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@deadlyflames // Six of Crows, Leigh Barduga // "The Unquiet Dead", Doctor Who // Rebecca, Daphne de Maurier // The Phantom of the Opera (2001) // "Love Like You", Rebecca Sugar // Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017) // "Epic III", Hadestown // Le Cid, Pierre Corneille (tr. A.S. Kline) // Snow White: A Tale of Terror (1997) // Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan // On the Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Buong // The Phantom of the Opera (1990) // His Girl Friday (1940) // Dominion, Brian A. McBride // The History of Love, Nicole Krauss // “Death and the Maiden”, George Clark // “Don’t Fear the Reaper”, Blue Oyster Cult

#pitchanna #web weave #anna #pitch black #mine #a post maybe 5 people will get or appreciate #rise of the brave tangled frozen dragons #frozen #rise of the guardians #aesthetic #parallels #otp: i have loved the stars too fondly #villain x heroine #ships #beast and beauty #death and the maiden

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lovebirdgames · 10 months

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BCB Character Playlists ~ Poptart

Quite possibly my favorite playlist, but also the most spoilery. I’ve listened to many of these songs over and over. It was very tempting to listen to the whole playlist as I wrote all these down! There’s a great mix of dark/angst and slow/sweet songs in here.

Stand by You - Rachel Platten

Blank Space - Taylor Swift (Tanner Patrick Cover) (haha maybe not the long list of ex lovers part though)

Killer - The Ready Set

Control - Halsey (I like this pitched down male version...who’s in charge now?)

King - Lauren Aquilina

Unsteady - X Ambassadors (Erich Lee Gravity Remix)

Sorry About Your Parents - Icon for Hire

Demons - Imagine Dragons (Boyce Avenue Cover)

Wanderer’s Lullaby - Adriana Figueroa (This one is so sweet, I wish I could give Poptart a big hug.)

Heavy - Linkin Park feat. Kiiara

Dark Horse - Katy Perry (Our Last Night Cover)

True Colors - Justin Timberlake, Anna Kendrick

One More Light - Linkin Park

Shadows - Sabrina Carpenter

God Only Knows - For King & Country

Wolves - Selena Gomez, Marshmello

Message in a Bottle - Taylor Swift

Boku Dake ga Inai Machi from Erased OST

Falling Inside the Black - Skillet (our bad ending version of Poptart)

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Taylor Swift (from Cadence’s POV, in the bad endings where Poptart goes missing)

Peter Pan Was Right - Anson Seabra

Lost Boy - Ruth B. (just imagining little Poptart building this whole escapist story in his head as he slowly starves in his abusive home...damn.)

Silence - Marshmello ft. Khalid

Fighting Myself - Linkin Park

Fine on the Outside - Priscilla Ahn (This one is special and feels like it was written for Poptart. Definitely teared up many times imagining everything he went through to this song.)

#bcb character playlists #bcb poptart #bcb spoilers #otome

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worstqueerbaittournament · 1 year

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Submission list

organised by @kindalikerackham (THANK YOU)

This is a list of all of the submissions. It will be updated continuously. Italics are still being decided in the polls, crossed out have been decided on “no”, bold have been decided on “yes”

By character name (or ship name if given)

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal

Alix from Miraculous Ladybug

Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself

Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There

baron draxum and master splinter rise of the tmnt 2018

Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale

Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect

Beca from Pitch Perfect

Betty and Veronica from Riverdale

Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby from RWBY

Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase

Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1

Chad/Ryan from High School Musical

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men

Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge

Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate

Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High

Dean Winchester

Destiel

Drs House & Wilson from House MD

emma woods/emily dyer from identity v

Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Finn and Poe from Star Wars

Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors

foot clan lieutenant and brute rise of the tmnt 2018

Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers

goro majima and kazuma kiryu - Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue

Hannibal and will from Hannibal tv show

H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond

hypnopotamus and warren stone rise of the tmnt 2018

Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

Jade and Bella from Rainbow High

Jade and Tori (Victorious)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series

Janis from Mean Girls

Jeremy and Michael from Be More Chill

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (Netflix)

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (1897)

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug

Julian Bashir and Elim Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Jun and Tatsuya from Persona 2

Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)

kanji/naoto from persona 4

keith and lance from voltron

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

klavier and apollo from ace attorney

L and Light from Death Note

legolas and gimli from lotr

Legoshi and Louis from Beastars

leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken

lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends

Loki from The Loki show

Luca & Alberto from Luca

Luigi and Bowser from the Mario movie

marc and nathaniel from miraculous

Masumi Itachi from blue flag

Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug

Mel and Naomi from Vermonia

merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin

Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco

Mobius and Loki from the Loki show

nana komatsu/nana osaki from nana

narumitsu - Ace Attorney

Naruto and Sasuke

Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim

Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan

Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter

Quentin and Eliot - The Magicians

Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats

Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon

rei and nagisa from Free!

Sam and Max

Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock

Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock

Shiro and Adam from voltron

shiro and keith from voltron

sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek The Original Series

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek the reboot movies

Sterek (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)

Steve and Bucky from Captain America

Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)

stiles stilinski from teen wolf

Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!

Superman and Batman from the DCEU

SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)

Sylvie from Loki

Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster

Thomas & Newt from the maze runner

troy barnes and abed nadir from community

wednesday and enid from wednesday

Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss) from Attack on Titan

yu/yosuke from persona 4

Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow

Zoro and sanji - one piece

By Property:

9-1-1 - Buck and Eddie

ace attorney - klavier and apollo

Ace Attorney - narumitsu

Ackley Bridge - Cory and Naveed

Agent Carter - Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli

Attack on Titan - Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss)

Batman Telltale - Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe

Beastars - Legoshi and Louis

Be More Chill - Jeremy and Michael

Bend It Like Beckham - Jess/Jules

Black Swan - Nina and Lily

blue flag - Masumi Itachi

Brooklyn 99 - Jake Peralta

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Fuffy (faith and buffy)

Captain America - Steve and Bucky

community - troy barnes and abed nadir

DCEU - Superman and Batman

Dracula (1897) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Dracula (Netflix) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Ever After High - Darling Charming and Apple White

Free! - Matsuoka rin and haru

Free!- rei and nagisa

GetBackers - Ginji Amano & Ban Midou

Glee - Faberry (Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Hannibal (tv) - Hannibal and will

Hawaii 5-0 (2010) - Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams

High School Musical - Chad/Ryan

House MD - Drs House & Wilson

identity v - emma woods/emily dyer

Kevin Can F**k himself - Allison and Patti

Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon) - Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi

league of legends - Jinx and Lux

Legends of Tomorrow - Zari and Charlie

Loki show - Mobius and Loki

Loki show - Loki

Loki show - Sylvie

lotr - legolas and gimli

Luca - Luca & Alberto

Magnus Chase - Blitzen and Hearthstone

Mario Movie - Luigi and Bowser

Mean Girls - Janis

Merlin (BBC) - merthur (merlin and Arthur)

Miraculous Ladybug - Alix

Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka and Rose

Miraculous ladybug - marc and nathaniel

Miraculous ladybug - Max

nana - nana komatsu/nana osaki from

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk

Once Upon a Time - SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan )

one piece - Zoro and sanji

Pacific Rim - Newt and Hermann

Persona 2 - Jun and Tatsuya

persona 4 - yu/yosuke

persona 4 - kanji/naoto

Persona 5 Royal - Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi

Pitch Perfect - Beca

Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe

Quentin and Eliot - the Magicians

Rainbow High - Jade and Bella

Raya and the Last Dragon - Raya & Namaari

Red vs Blue - Grif and Simmons

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - baron draxum and master splinter

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - foot clan lieutenant and brute

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - hypnopotamus and warren stone

Riverdale - Betty and Veronica

Rizzoli&Isles TV series - Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles

RWBY - Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby

Sabikui Bisco - Milo and Bisco

Sam and Max - Sam and Max

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and John Watson

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and Moriarty

Star Trek AOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Trek Beyond - Hikaru Sulu

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Julian Bashir and Elim Garak

Star Trek TOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Wars - Finn and Poe

Supergirl - Supercorp! Lena and Kara

Supernatural - Dean Winchester

Supernatural - Destiel

Tatort Münster - Thiel and Boerne

tatort saarbrücken - leo and adam

Teen Wolf - Sterek (Stiles and Derek)

teen wolf - stiles stilinski

Terminator Dark Fate - Dani Ramos and Grace

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Sam and Bucky

The Magicians - Quentin and Eliot

the maze runner - Thomas & Newt

The School of Good and Evil - sophie and agatha

Vermonia - Mel and Naomi

Victorious - Jade and Tori

Voltron - keith and lance

Voltron - Shiro and Adam

Voltron - shiro and keith

Warehouse 13 - H.G. Wells and Myka Bering

warrior cats - Ravenpaw and Barely

Warriors - Firestar and Greystripe

wednesday - wednesday and enid

When Marnie Was There - Anna and Marnie

X-Men (any) - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto)

Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku - goro majima and kazuma kiryu

#submission #tournament

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