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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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I wonder what would happen if Y/N had a really bad day and just decided to pick a sibling from the Yan!Todoroki clan like a cat would pick its person and just?? Sit in their lap?? They'd say 'I had a terrible day, no torture today please' before taking their well-deserved nap lookin' all cute and peaceful. Then the sibling would be so proud and confused at the same time but really really happy like 'omg for real? Me? What's happening?? 🥺'. Bonus points if it's Dabi just having the widest grin on his face while staring straight at the rest of the fam seething with jealousy.

I saw your works btw and been inhalin em all cause they're all so good *chef's kiss*

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Yandere Dabi:

Shotou had come to pick you up from school today. Even though he had a busy schedule himself, he still made time for you, just like the rest if your family.

"How was school?" He asked.

"Fine."

"Just fine? Wasn't your result supposed to come today?"

You nodded. "It did. I passed."

Shotoy smiled. "Thats great. Did you get your report card?"

You knew he was going to ask for it. You also knew that he already knew what grades you got.

You nodded and handed him the report card from your bag.

Shotou's face lit up when he saw your grades.

"You're first again. I'm so proud of you." He patted your head.

You smiled. "Thanks."

By the time you guys reached home, you already knew that your entire family was home. They always were when your result came. You knew the principal had already informed Enji of your grades, she always does.

When you entered the house, your family yelled "surprise!" You feigned shock as they hugged you and congratulated you on your achievement.

Rei had prepared a little feast for you, everything was made from scratch. Enji was beaming with joy, he was so proud of his little girl. Rei had made your favourite cake, kissing your cheek as you cut it. Enji had gotten you beautiful diamond necklace. Natsuo, Shotou and Fuyumi had gotten you some gifts as well, stuff you had vaguely mentioned about. Dabi wasn't home, but you didn't mind his absence.

Your family had planned to spend the night on the couch cuddling and doing a movie marathon, but when you asked them to excuse you for the night because you were feeling tired, they became a but worried. You reassured them that you just had a long day at school as well, and now that you were stuffed with Rei's delicious food, sleep was inevitable. They nodded, a bit sad that you wouldn't be joining, but understanding nonetheless.

You went up the stairs to your room, and as soon as you closed the door, the smile you had been displaying all night was wiped off.

You sat on your bed and recalled the events of the day. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept yourself quiet. They're not worthy crying over, you reminded yourself. Still, you couldn't help but crumple up your report card and throw it in the dustbin.

Silent tears fell from your eyes, no longer being able to hold them in. God, its infuriating.

Suddenly, you heard someone knock on your bedroom door. You looked at the clock. 12 am.

Its Dabi.

You couldn't deal with him tonight. You remained silent, hoping he'd leave you alone.

But of course not.

You quickly turned away from the door as soon as you heard it open. Wiping your tears quickly, you heard Dabi come in.

"You brat. Why didn't you answer when I knocked?" He asked, pushing the door close with his foot.

"Leave me alone, Dabi." You were trying hard to stabilise your voice.

"Huh?! Is that anyway to talk to your favourite brother?" Dabi mocked as he pulled at your ponytail. You yelped before turning around to push him away.

Dabi was about to laugh at you when he suddenly noticed the your face. Your eyes were full of tears, lashes heavy with them. Your face was flush, your nostrils flared, your lips in a pulled in a tight scowl. Had you been crying? Or did he make you cry?

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"Just leave me alone." You said as you angrily wiped the tears from your face.

Dabi was shocked to see you like this. He had never seen you cry, not even when he took his teasing a little too far. So, to see you react like this, it worried him a bit.

"Have you been crying? What's the matter? Did you fail or something?" His voice actually held some concern.

You shook your head, pulling your ponytail loose. "Its nothing. Just leave."

Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. What happened? He plopped down on your bed next to you. "Come on. Tell me." He poked your shoulder. "You know I won't leave until you tell me."

"Its nothing, really." You sniffled, avoiding his gaze.

"Did Enji say something?" Dabi asked, his voice taking a dangerous tone. "Look at me. Did he do something?" He's going to kill that bastard if he-

"What? No. God, just go."

Dabi let out a huff. He'll have to use another strategy. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just tell Shotou you have been crying, and then you can answer to him."

Shotou? God, he would just overthink everything and do something stupid.

You caught his wrist just as he was about to leave. "Do you have to be such a jerk every single day?" You glared daggers at him.

Dabi smirked before pulling his wrist away and plopping on the bed next to you. "Yes. Big brother privileges." He poked your cheek. "Now spill."

You looked at him, hoping he'd just get blasted magically. Idiot.

You inhaled deeply before closing your eyes. "Its stupid, really." Dabi stared at you, signalling for you to continue. "Something... happened at school." You paused. "Just a couple of assholes."

Dabi was attentive now. "Go on."

You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. "Some kids in my class... they said mean things about me."

"Bullying?" Dabi quirked an eyebrow.

You shook your head. "I- I don't think so. They just said that I only get the highest grade in class because of my dad. Like Enji bribes the school into giving me good marks." You sniffled. "They undermine me. They say I'm not good enough to be in their school, and that the only reason I got in was because of my surname."

Tears dripped down your face slowly, almost as if they were ashamed to fall.

You wiped them away harshly. "And it doesn't matter what I say. I've tried to befriend them, I've tried to get along with them, but they still ridicule me. Its frustrating. They... they don't understand that my only option is to be the best." You whispered the last part, but Dabi heard you loud and clear.

He sat up and gently gripped your chin, turning your face towards him as he narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'its your only option'?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what I mean. I know that no one in the family cares if I get the highest marks or not but...I still have to live up to the family name. What will people say if the number 1 hero's kid is both quirkless and dumb?" Your lips wobbled.

Oh. Ohhhh.

You don't want to let down the Todoroki name; you don't want to let down Enji.

He already knew it was that shithead's fault.

Dabi sighed before pulling you close to him. Placing an arm around your shoulders while his other hand wiped your tears away.

Wanting to prove your worth, that you're a valuable asset to the family. Dabi never thought he'd see himself in you, or his younger self really.

"You're an idiot." Dabi began, carding his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to be the best. You're not expected to. You know, the family knows, hell even I know how hard you worked to get in that school. I've seen how you'd do all nighters, how many times you've turned down going out so that you could do well in your exams. But you don't have to do that." He tilted your chin up, staring into your glossy eyes. "We don't care what the public thinks of us. We won't care if you fail. We don't care you're quirkless. You're not expected to be anything but a good girl." He squished your cheeks together, making you look like a fish. "You just need to be safe. Do you understand?"

You sniffled as you nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

Dabi smiled. "Why didn't you tell anyone before?" You shrugged in response. "You know what would've happened if I said anything. They're already hesitant to let me go to school, this would just give them another reason to homeschool me. Besides, I didn't let their words get to me before, so it really wasn't a big deal." Before? You were about to continue but then kept your mouth shut. But Dabi saw that. He pulled you away from him, his eyes turning sharp as he raised his eyebrows. "But something else happened today as well?"

You averted his scrutinising gaze, keeping your lips sealed as you shook your head no. "Do not lie to me. Or I'll tell Shotou and Enji and then they can handle-"

Your eyes widened. "Do you ever stop making threats?" Rolling your eyes, you told him what happened. "It wasn't anything serious. One of those jerks... thought it'd be funny to try and kiss me. When he tried to force me, I slapped him. Really hard. My handprint still on his face." You smiled at that. "He said the only reason he wasn't using his quirk on me was because I was Todorokis charity case. Then he said that I should be grateful that he was going to kiss me, especially since no one cares about a quirkless, frigid bitch like me." You let out a humourless laugh, but Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. You gave a small smile. "Dont worry. I already know what they said isn't true."

Thats it.

Dabi was already planning murder. He's going to make those little shits pay for what they did to you. The nerve to not only bully you, but make you cry, and then touch you? Dabi is gonna make sure they get tortured in every way possible before he incinerates them-

"Dabi?"

Your soft voice pulled him out of his violent thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Can you... stay the night?"

He looked at your tear stricken face, your eyes were still laden with tear drops, your nose red from all the sniffling.

How could he say no to you? You looked ugly.

"Its okay. You don't have to-" you were cut off by a pillow hitting your face.

"Move over, brat." He climbed in the bed with you, covering you both with the blanket. "And don't put your cold feet on mine." You smiled cheekily at that.

"Don't hog the blanket- why do you need it anyway?"you yanked the blanket.

Dabi pushed another pillow on your face, laughing as you punched his shoulder. "You're insufferable."you mumbled.

It took a while to get comfortable on your single bed, but it ended up with your head on his chest, while Dabi propped himself against the headboard.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Dabi hummed. "Dont think I don't know why you're doing this."

You smiled softly. He caught on to why you were keeping him home that night; you knew he would do something terrible to those guys. "Promise me you won't hurt them?"

Dabi remained silent. You pulled your head away to look up at him. "Dabi. Promise."

When he didn't reply, tears started forming your eyes. He sighed, before shoving your face back into his chest. "Fine, crybaby. I won't hurt them. Promise." You're such a brat, stopping him from doing his big brother duties.

You went back to snuggling him, not taking long for you to finally go to sleep. Once Dabi made sure you were asleep, he pulled out his phone and texted Toga.

"Need a favour. Up 4 stabbing?"

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multiplesmutthings · 5 years

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After learning that Joan is fine with sacrificing herself since she thinks only the others matter, Ruby decides the best plan to stop her from thinking/doing that is to fuck her till she’s pregnant. Can’t off yourself if your living for two.

(Got some help from @vecnawrites thank you.)

Joan sighed as Ruby chewed her out, *again*, for her actions during the Battle of Haven where she had nearly been killed fighting Cinder. Over and over again, it was the same thing. 'You need to be more careful, Joan', she says, 'We can't loose anyone else,' she adds. Finally losing her temper, Joan leveled her first friend at Beacon an icy glare. "Ruby, I honestly don't *care* if I die, so long as it makes sure that none of *you* guys die in my place!"

Ruby looked at Joan for a moment. Casually chewing on her cookie a bit before she moved and set it down on a plate. A cookie and left the rest there. Quietly standing up she had a glare on her own face as she looked at her best friend. “Joan. How can you be so reckless! Don’t you know what that’ll do to everyone else if you die?!” She yelled as she got closer to the Arc, finally getting more riled up than the other times she’s chewed Joan out. “Don’t you know what that’ll do to me if you sacrifice yourself?!” She yelled waiting for Joan’s answer.

Joan wan't having it. She *refused* to feel guilty anymore. "Ruby, if me dying means you, or someone else living, it's more than a fair trade in my eyes." she locked eyes with the small crimson-tipped brunette. "I refuse to feel guilty over doing what I think to be right. I'm sorry if you're upset over it." she really wasn't, but she couldn't afford to alienate her friend at this point.

Then ruby pushed Joan back a bit. “You idiot!” She said loudly, it hurt her to call Joan that but she needed her to know. “Don’t you know your important to?! To everyone to me!” She kept pushing and soon enough shoved Joan enough next to the couch. “If your going to keep being like this then I’m going to have to do something to stop you.” She said glaring at Joan before she pushed the arc back onto the couch and kept her down. “Even If you don’t agree.” She said as she started to pull at Joan’s clothes while keeping her pinned on the couch.

"Ruby, what the *hell* are you doing!?" Joan uncharacteristically snarled, trying to shove the younger girl off as she pulled at her clothes roughly.

“I’m going to make sure you won’t kill yourself over us you dummy!” She said and soon he got Joan’s shirt and bra off before she pushed Joan so her back was against the couch. She then managed to grab Joan’s legs and pulled her jeans off along with her shoes and socks. Not wanting to waste time she tore Joan’s panties off and held her down as she got between the blondes luscious legs and held her hands above her head. “This is the only way I know you won’t do anything reckless.” Ruby said as she panted. Joan struggled, shame and rage filling her as her body had been fully exposed, her large breasts heaving and jiggling wildly as she struggled, her exposed pussy making her shiver as the room's cool air flowed over it. “Nngh... hold still darn it.” Ruby said as she paused and took a look at Joan’s naked body. Her cock already growing rock hard as she saw the blondes large breasts sway and jiggle. She then moved a hand down and slowly undid her clothes so her long 12 inch cock came out. Hard throbbing and thick as she laid it down against Joan’s clit and abdomen. “Hah... Ah... That’s right Joan... you can’t scarification yourself, if that means hurting others physically.” She said and before she could let Joan move and began to slowly push her cock against Joan’s virgin Pussy and stretched it out as slowly and carefully as she could. She didn’t want to hurt the blonde while doing this after all. But the tight warm walls were amazing either way.

Joan groaned in discomfort as her walls, stretched out only by her fingers beforehand, was forced to accept something *much* wider. "Are you *kidding* me, Ruby?! *Raping* me is your idea of teaching me a lesson!?" tears flowed down her face at the knowledge that her friend was doing this as Ruby bottomed out inside her, their hips flush against one another.

“Mmmgh... if it’s to keep your life safe... Nngh.. then so be it.” Ruby said as she looked at Joan, feeling a surge of power within her as she felt her hips tap Joan’s meaning she had been close in. Only a few more inches before Ruby’s cock broke Joan’s hymen, she gasped at the extremely tight pussy her friends had as she paused to let her deflowered slit adjust. Joan threw her head back with cry of pain, gritting her teeth and turning her head to the side as Ruby began to move. She had never stopped trying to fight, to get Ruby off of her body, but she had no leverage. All she could do was endure...and get her vengeance the moment Ruby let her guard down... Ruby panted and continued to move her hips. Her cock reshaping Joan’s pussy enough so anything smaller like her fingers could bring no pleasure. It was only then that the Rose’s member pushed into the Arcs fertile womb would Ruby groan out in pleasure and start to move her hips faster. “Nnngh... I just... don’t want you to die Joan... I don’t...” She said while fucking the arcs tight snatch more. Joan sobbed as the self disgust and rage within her warred with the pleasure that was beginning to bloom within her body. This *shouldn't* be feeling good! Ruby should have let her guard down by now, allowing her to knock her little raping face off! *WHY* was she beginning to enjoy this!? “Nnngh... Ah... be mad at me all you want.. I only want you.. to be safe..” ruby said as she moved her hips faster, fucking the arcs beautiful body before she felt Joan’s Pussy beginning to clench around her cock and get wet. Trying to ignore that Ruby leaned down and and looked at Joan before she moved her legs over Joan’s thighs and get the arc stuck in a mating press, Joan’s own bare feet bouncing in the air as Ruby leaned down and kissed the arc. Joan whimpered as she fought the pleasure bubbling up within her. She couldn't be enjoying this, she was being *raped*! There should be no pleasure in this! She weakly tried to struggle, feeling her own arousal leak down the curve of her rear. Ruby’s hips soon moved faster, as she fucked Joan her semblance was starting to come out, thrusting harder and speed becoming rapid the Rose was trying to hold out as long as she could as her balls smacked against Joan’s ample tear and her hands moving down to play with Joan’s large breast, squeezing and kneading them. Joan squeezed her eyes shut as she tipped over, Ruby's semblance being the deciding factor in her orgasm. Feeling wet heat enter her, she broke into sobs, knowing that today had been unsafe. Her friend had chosen her time to attack her well.

Then before Ruby could say anything she moaned out loudly and came deep inside of Joan’s unprotected womb. Filling the arc up with her virile silver eyed warrior cum. Panting her cock throbbed inside of Joan’s Pussy releasing its loads into the arc. “Nnngh... ah.... You can’t sacrifice yourself.... if your living for two or more...” ruby said recalling that Joan’s own mother had eight daughters. Joan trembled and curled up on herself as Ruby released her and pulled out, knowing that with her family's famed virility, she was certainly going to end up pregnant...and there was nowhere to buy the morning after pill. Ruby panted and stood up as she saw the cum oozing down Joan’s ass, she wanted to feel bad but that just felt so good. And as an added bonus, Joan won’t speak of anymore sacrificing herself. Though seeing Joan this way Ruby’s cock stood up. ‘I shouldn’t.....’ She though but looking at the arcs body she couldn’t stop herself. Moving over and grabbing one of Joan’s legs and holding it up she slid her cock back in moaning loudly as it was squeezed by Joan’s tight walls. She did need to make sure the arc was properly impregnated.

"Ru~by~STOP!" Joan cried out, throwing her arm back to try and knock the speedster off of her, slumping down and just trying to keep herself conscious. Slowly, Ruby's words started to rattle around in her head.

Ruby grabbed Joan’s arm and held it up before she went back to thrusting into Joan’s familiar tight hole. Groaning as she looked down at the blonde, cum gushing from her pussy as she fucked it. “I dont want you being reckless Joan. Because, I loved you and I didn’t know what to do to stop you.” Ruby said with each wet thrust she felt the knights Pussy getting more and more aroused.

Tears stung in Joan's eyes. Ruby...*loved* her? Tears flowed from her eyes as she remembered the *last* person who loved her...who ended up dying. "I can't lose anyone else either..." she croaked, shuddering in pleasure as she came again, her walls squeezing Ruby's cock hard.

“Then.. Nngh... why don’t we make sure we lose no one... ever.” She said as she then moved her arms down to Joan’s dudes and lifted her up a bit as she bounced Joan on her cock more. Moaning as she felt the arc cum on it.

Joan finally gave in, throwing her head back and moaning as her body milked Ruby's cock for her seed. As she felt more streams of heat enter her body, she slumped backwards, her hand moving to her belly and rubbing it gently.

Ruby’s head leaned between Joan’s breasts moaning loudly as she felt Joan cum on her cock. After shooting a few more loads into the knight she panted and slumped against her rubbing her back as she rocked her hips a bit. “... hah.... Ah... promise... no more.. sacrifices....”

Joan panted as well, rubbing her belly. "I...wish I could promise that...but...what we're doing...one of us may need to do that..." feeling Ruby shift in discontent behind her, she continued. "But I *will* promise this..." she swallowed, "I promise that I will do *everything* to keep myself safe...for the others...for you..." she rubbed her flat stomach one more time. "...for our possible baby..."

“Thank you joan.. that’s all I ask.” Ruby said as she nuzzled against Joan’s breasts now relieved that her fri-girlfriend won’t be sacrificing herself anytime soon. Joan turned away, knowing that they would need to talk about several things, including the fact that this started out as rape...but right now, all she wanted was rest. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift off, one hand splayed over her stomach.

#Ruby #Joan #rwby smut #vecnawrites #anonymous smut

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rayesketchit42 · 4 years

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When you befriend the king part 1.

“A Deal Made.”

Oc Fic| DarkWing Duck 91’ universe| Zeke Corvo and Dave “dorky” Curant (belongs to @dorky-crow )

Minor violence, Abuse mention

A/N a simple story about these two.

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“You know my boy, one thing I want you to keep in mind is no matter what you can not ever let someone take power away from you.“

Zeke looked up at his grandfather taking his attention away from the board game about to ask something when he heard the sudden clack oh his grandfather’s king move. Claiming a win.

"What hey” Zeke said in protest as his grandfather only laughed.

“You also shouldn’t lose focus on your goals.” The elder parrot said with a teasing chuckle as he ruffled Zeke’s hair.

A memory of the dracula parrot always held dear to his very being. Which amounted to nothing when that swift kicked to his side landed. Forcing him to cough up blood to the floor. Just some failed attempt he used to distract himself that morning.

“Those days of leisure are far gone Zeke best keep that in mind next time.” His father said coldly as he settled into his chair for breakfast.

Zeke’s blood boiled recalling it now. How he wished he could strike back, knowing he couldn’t might have felt even worse as he wiped the blood off his beak. Using the boys bathroom mirror to make sure it was all gone. Sighing annoyed with himself as he gripped onto the sink tightly enough to make his knuckles pop out. This was getting more and more irritating. Slowly he let go and walked away seeing his reflection just made him more annoyed.

Classes had not started just yet so the building wasn’t too full which made it easy to go unnoticed. Zeke seemed to not be the only one to take advantage of that. As he suddenly heard the sound of crying?

Zeke peeked into the classroom it came from and saw a small back bird sitting at one of the desks in the room. He was heavily crying holding a tattered book to his chest. Zeke was curious so he walked in and made his way over. The black bird hadn’t noticed him still as Zeke looked at him a moment. He was so small was his first thought. The way he wept so openly visibly shaking as he tried breathing to calm down. Zeke pulled out a chair dragging it so the sound would alert the bird to his presence.

“Wha!” He chirped out as he looked past his tears to the parrot. “O oh uh I thought I was alone” he said as he tried to cover the fact he was crying.

“Is there a reason you’re hiding out here?” Zeke asked as he rested his head on his hand.

“Hiding n no I” he let out a sigh as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

Man he looked pathetic Zeke thought as the bird slowly moved the book in hands away from his chest. Zeke could see it more clearly now. The book was ripped along its spine, with pages that had been yanked out. The cover had been damaged pretty badly as well, but Zeke could still get an idea on what it was. A book of fairy tales. Zeke was slightly annoyed at the black bird’s lack of a response.

“Well are you going to speak or are you going to make me wait?” Zeke said a bit demanding

“I thought if I made them something, that maybe that would stop all the bullying.” The bird started to explain well looking over his book. “They are always picking on me. Mocking me.” He trailed off a moment “so I thought maybe if I tried to be nice they would be I don’t know moved? So I baked some cookies to give them."

As the bird was explaining his story Zeke was listening but also lost in thought. Thinking about it now he did know this guy. He’d seen the bird in the halls before. Kids would often shove by him and always called him something. What was it again? Dorky? Was that his name? Who would name their kid that? that couldn’t be his real name. Zeke looked back to the bird as he was explaining how his bullies had found the book in his backpack and took it from him. Explaining how they each took turns looking at it each of them damaging it as it passed between them.

This kid just took it though allowed them to take something from him. His power. Zeke almost laughed with that thought. This kid was like him powerless. Zeke gritted his teeth a bit when he noticed the bird had stopped talking and was staring at him. Zeke took that as a chance to speak, he leaned over a bit resting his elbows on the desk the black bird was sitting in.

"Tell me, when they did that all to you what were you thinking?”

“What was I thinking? What do you mean?”

Zeke moved in closer causing the black bird to back up a bit his chair as Zeke’s eyes set on him and his smile grew.

“Well those bullies destroyed your gesture of friendship right? And they.” Zeke gently touched the tattered book in the black birds hands and slowly took it from him trying to emphasize his point as he held it up.

“Something you treasured so dearly was so carelessly treated. What exactly was running through your mind watching them destroy this?"

The black bird seemed to take a moment to process that as he averted his gaze a moment.

"I was angry.” He said it so softly “I dont get why. Why do they target me! Why do they…” he slowly trailed off like he didn’t want to continue that thought.

Zeke just smiled and handed the book back to him.

“If that’s the case I’ll offer to get back at them for you?" Zeke said. There really wasn’t much reason behind his offer other than vicariously getting to unleash his own pent up anger.

“Get back at them what do you mean by that?”

Zeke’s smile grew dangerous. For some reason this was fun trying to get this naive boy to let in to a side of himself he may have never thought of before. This kid was likely loved and dotted on by his parents. Friendly to everyone even if someone tried to hurt him his first thought was to offer friendship instead. Yeah this was a fun distraction for the parrot, how much influence would it take. Zeke placed his hands on the desk and slightly lean in close to the black bird.

“I think you know” He simply stated.

He could see the idea shocked the other boy as his eyes widened a moment his pupils started to dart around like facing Zeke would be admitting something he didn’t want to. The black bird slightly gulped once Zeke’s eyes were in his sight.

“It makes you feel weak and powerless doesn’t it? Makes you wish they knew how it felt?” Zeke said protecting a bit but it seemed his words carried some weight. “Tell you what I’ll do it just for a simple yes.” Because getting this ‘sweet’ kid to admit these things was payment in itself.

“Yes.”

It was soft again even more quiet then before. Zeke just smiled in response.

The black bird was told by the parrot to wait behind the building once school ended. He wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with what they talked about, he wasn’t serious about that right? As he rounded the corner though he saw a few of those kids laying on the ground, they were hurt that was for sure. Laying on the ground holding onto themselves for an ounce of comfort the black bird looked up to see the parrot holding the group leader by the collar of his shirt.He dropped the kid the moment he saw the black bird and walked over to him.

“Well there you are thought you were going to miss my surprise.” Zeke said as he placed a hand on black bird’s shoulder once he was at his side. Giving him a full view of the battered birds in front of them.

“Now then you remember what I said right?” Zeke asked the group of boys on the ground. He got no answer though “Hmm let me say that again. What did I tell you to say?!”

“L leave Dorky alone.” One of the boys mustered the courage to say.

Zeke just smiled and looked down at the black bird. “Yeah I was gonna say be nice to you but I don’t find them worth your time. They hardly put up a fight.” Zeke turned away leading the black bird along with him as he made his way to the front of the school slowly moving his hand off the small birds shoulder.

“There you go told you I’d handle it. Guess it was more my own satisfaction though but hey I only asked for a yes after all.” Zeke said as he started to walk ahead of the black bird ready to take off.

“T then I should pay you back!”

Zeke stopped and looked back at him, he wasn’t really expecting that response, he figured the guy would get scared off. The little black bird closed the gap between them, fussing with his hands trying to get his words out. Zeke went to leave again when suddenly he felt the kid grab onto his hand to stop him.

“I can bake you something in return uh what kind of sweets do you like?!” he shouted a bit, seeming to find the courage to speak now.

“Iced lemon bread.” Zeke was thrown off a bit that his answer came out so automatic.

“Really? That’s kind of a surprise. Well I’ll make some for you and bring it tomorrow!” The little bird said before letting go of Zeke’s hand. “I don’t know when to meet up but um do you come to school early like today normally?” He smiled when Zeke nodded “Great then uh we can meet here! Alright don’t forget!”

He smiled brightly and suddenly ran off almost skipping as he did. Zeke just watched him leave bewildered at what just happened. He then looked down at his hand. It felt kind of cold now without the kid’s grip on it . Zeke closed his hand, and was quick to feel stupid when he thought it would keep the warmth that way. He let out an aggravated sigh and shoved his hands into his pockets. Looking over to that bird as he climbed into the car that was waiting to pick him up.

“His name isn’t really dorky right?

#oc fic #when you befriend the king #zeke corvo

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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ask your destiny to dance [12] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

“Oh Ashley, it’s so good to see you.” Freddie’s mother seems absolutely delighted to see Ash at the door when she opens it, a few weeks after the album’s recording, on the morning of Freddie’s birthday. She quickly wraps the girl up in a hug, and Ash hugs her back tightly. “It’s been too long.” She scolds, beckoning Ash through into the kitchen. “Farrokh and his friends are in his room, and I’m sure Kash is somewhere, but I have some things for you to take home.” And she produces a tupperware container full of baked goods, and Ash’s chest tightens a little.

“Mrs Bulsara, you really didn’t have to-” Ash tries to decline, but Freddie’s mother pushes the container into her hands with a fond smile.

“Nonsense, it was no trouble; Freddie tells me how you live up on the campus, all that junk food, and so far from home?” She clicks her tongue, shaking her head as she heads back out to the dining room. “You need a mother’s cooking. Don’t worry, I’ve added plastic forks; I’ve been told you don’t have any in your kitchen.” She says, and Ash flushes, embarrassed but thankful.

Freddie’s mother never says it outright, but they both know that she knows that Ash had been kicked out of home before she’d become friends with Freddie. After the first few times Ash had come over to work on a uni project with Freddie, she’s invited to stay for dinner, and Freddie’s mother always gives her leftovers to take home with her. Jer, after three years, treats Ash like family, and Ash, when she thinks about it too hard, wants to cry out of love.

“Kashi, come set the table, lunch is almost ready.” Freddie’s mother calls out, and Kash gives Ash a hug in greeting when she comes to collect plates.

Ash sits herself next to John when everyone’s arrived and lunch is served, and Roger sits himself right next to her. Kristin’s with him, which irks Ash for reasons she doesn’t want to think too hard about, but Ash smiles at her and makes small talk, and it makes Kristin looks a little less uncomfortable and out of place.

The mood around the table is bright, even with Roger and Kristin being a little too cute for Ash’s taste. Mary’s father signs stories about Mary and she translates for the whole table, bashful and sweet, and Kash ask Ash across the table about her latest designs, and the boys all talk excitedly about their album, and then Freddie’s mother is saying how nice it is for Farrokh to bring home a nice girl like Mary.

“What does that make you, Ash?” Roger snickers, and Ash elbows him in the ribs, suppressing a smile of her own.

“A horrible young woman.” Ash says airily, and Kash giggles across the table, and Jer tuts.

“Ashley is a good friend; Mary is…” and she trails off, making gestures at Mary, who is squinting a little.

“Farrokh?” She asks, and Freddie’s mother relaxes, smiling with a hint of confusion. Wondering aloud if Freddie had ever told them about his heritage, though neither Ash nor Roger were paying them much attention.

“A horrible young woman?” Roger’s grinning at Ash, voice low, and she’s smirking back at him, amused.

“You heard me.” She murmured back, sitting back in her chair, arms crossed and confident.

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit, you can be a right demon when you wanna be.” He chuckled, and Ash snorted, watching as Jer stood up and made her way to the living room, returning with some photo albums, much to Freddie’s chagrin.

“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” Ash watched Roger out of the corner of her eye, and he held a hand to his heart, shaking his head gently, grinning. Ash leans over, voice quiet enough that she was sure only he’d heard, “but from what I recall it takes two to start a fire.” And Roger’s smile became more genuine as he realised she wasn’t trying to be bitter, but that she was actually making light of their little excursion in Scotland. It’s when he gives her shoulder a squeeze, and Ash feels her own smile soften, that she sees Kristin frowning at her. Ash’s smile drops, and she turns quickly, looking at the photo in front of Deaky, trying to tune out where Roger and Kristin were talking beside her.

Ash has seen all the family photos before, they were pulled out the second time she’d stayed for dinner, and she distinctly remembers Freddie almost face planting into his mashed potato out of embarrassment. This time, at least, he’d absconded to the piano, and was singing himself Happy Birthday to try and drown then all out. Ash leans back in her chair, watching the situation unfold, watching Roger leave Kristin with a gentle reassurance to go sit beside Kash in Freddie’s now vacant seat to look at one of the photo albums, and sees Kristin give her a tight smile from the corner of her eyes, gesturing to the photo album Deaky and Brian were poring over. Ash gives up her seat easily, sitting in Roger’s now empty one.

“I thought Freddie was born in London.” John muses, and Kash laughs. Roger’s got an arm around the back of her chair, leaning in to look at the photo album, but he’s so close to Freddie’s little sister, and Kristin doesn’t seem to be paying him much attention, and Ash feels the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

“Oh he was, at the age of eighteen!” She grins brightly, and Roger looks up, catches her smile, and objectively Kash is pretty, Ash knows this, but Kristin is right there, and she knows his knee-jerk reaction to pretty girls at this point. Kash turns and asks Freddie about his change of name, from Bulsara to Mercury, which sets off their father, and Roger’s leaning back in his chair, watching Kash speak as he smiles slightly.

The phone goes off, and Kash excuses herself to answer it, and finally Roger catches Ash watching him, and gives her a confused smile, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

The call is for Freddie, and Kash comes back, slotting herself back into the conversation with ease, and Ash is about to throw a bread roll at Roger. When he leans in to murmur something to her, something she knows is far too forward for a man sitting across from his supposed girlfriend, Ash just feels a sinking disappointment, and her gaze drops as Freddie’s father coughs pointedly. Roger’s still got some cooked onion on his plate, pushed off to the side, and Ash doesn’t even care to ask before she starts picking at it, not letting Freddie’s mother’s cooking go to waste and to give herself something to do that isn’t lobbing cutlery.

“Freddie tells me you’re a scientist.” Jer breaks the silence, turning to Brian, who smiles brightly.

“Astrophysicist, actually.” He corrects cheerfully, before his smile turns sharp and he points directly at Roger. “He studies dentistry; he’s a dentist!” He announces, and Roger snorts, crossing his arms, at the same time as Ash almost choked on her food.

“I was never a dentist.” He says, defensive, where Ash’s ‘he was never a dentist’ is more derisive, and Roger shoots her a wounded look, before frowning. “Are you eating my onions?”

“He’s a dentist.” John snorts. Poor Kristin looks confused, Ash pays her no mind.

“Were you saving them for later?” Ash asks, shoving the last of them in her mouth while making eye contact, and he squints at her, looking like he’s trying hard not smile, before Ash turns to the rest of the table with a mouth full of onions; “He’s a biologist, whatever that is.”

The rest of the table looks at her like she’s grown an extra head.

“She said I’m a biologist, whatever that is.” Roger translates through her mouthful of food and accent with ease, and his smile is smug when everyone else makes noises of understanding.

“Everyone, I have some news;” Freddie announces, coming back to them all. He looks a little shell shocked, and the rest of the room quietens down automatically. “That was John Reid, calling from EMI; they manage Elton.” his voice shakes, he’s holding back so much, “someone gave him a demo of our recording, and he wants to meet with us, possibly even manage us.”

The band are in shock. Ash feels like her heart’s bursting with pride as she stands abruptly, moving to throw her arms around Freddie after he’s done hugging Mary.

“Happy birthday, Freds, this is incredible.” She murmurs, and he holds her so tightly, laughing, a little bewildered at the whole surreal situation.

Stepping back, Ash goes to sit back down, but her seat’s occupied, and so she finds herself in Roger’s lap where he’s taken back his original seat. They don’t give each other time to be shocked, just let themselves enjoy the moment of excitement as they wrap their arms around each other in an ecstatic hug.

“This is awesome!” Ash says quietly, and Roger just laughs a little where he’s got his face buried in her neck, hidden for all her bushy hair. It doesn’t last long, Ash hops up and gives both John and Brian hugs of their own, and she doesn’t like to think about how good it felt to have him hug her again, or how Kristin barely speaks two words to her after that.

A week later, the day of the meeting, Ash is laying at the edge of Freddie’s bed, watching him dig through his closet. Both of them were frustrated, and Freddie flung another jacket at her, and it landed squarely on her face, a button hitting her cheek and making her yelp.

“I asked you here to help, Rocket, now please; which colour shirt?” Freddie huffs, pulling out three different shirts, all in different bright colours. Ash bites her lip.

“Freds, you don’t want me to dress you for a business meeting. Business meetings are fucking boring and I hate boring. And I hate grey.” She whined, and Freddie shook the shirts at her again.

“Darling, that’s exactly why I want you to help me; this is a band meeting and no-one’s gonig to care about us if we look like every Tom, Dick, and Harry.” Freddie muses, and Ash sits up, intrigued; “Deaky’s going to dress like a father, Brian’s going to be unfortunately sensible, and Roger doesn’t know how to button his shirts up past his ribs, which might work on girls, but not on executives; please help me convince Reid we have some semblance of style.”

“The purple one.” Ash answers immediately, barely waiting a moment after he’s finished his spiel to point at the bright purple shirt. Freddie grins, already pulling off his shirt to put on the one she’d suggested. Ash makes her way to the closet beside him, looking through all his jackets and jumpers for anything potentially eye catching.

“I was thinking,” Freddie starts carefully, reaching past her to pull at something white and leather hanging up near the end of the railing, “this one.” It’s frilled. Not like the frills of a skirt, more like a frill-neck lizard.

“I love it.” Ash is bright-eyed when looking at it, absolutely enraptured with it. “Freds where did you get it?” She demands, clutching the edge of the jacket in her hands, looking at it with a starry-eyed gaze; Freddie’s never seen her so enamoured with his clothes before, or any clothes that weren’t her own.

“Op shop down East.” He said, flush with pride that she was to taken with his jacket.

“Freddie if you ever lose or destroy that jacket, tell me; this is the best jacket you’ve ever owned.” She said, suddenly very serious

“You’re taking the piss.” He huffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you gonna do, make me a knew one every time I lose it?” Ash frowned, looking up at him.

“Freddie I’d kill to work with leather like this, take risks like this in such a traditional medium; the work on the collar is impeccable.” There’s nothing but absolute sincerity in her voice, and Freddie is reminded sharply that most of her wardrobe she’s made herself, that this is the life she wants to be a part of more than anything. “If I get even half an excuse to make something like this, I’ll take it.”

“Alright.” Freddie tells her with a firm nod, taking her by the shoulder. “Well then, Ash, I’m asking you seriously; I want you to become the band’s official stylist; when we make it big, we need to have a look, and I trust you to make us stand out.”

Ash is lost for words, heart beating in her throat as she clutches the leather jacket tight in her hands. Nodding profusely, a smile comes over her face, and Freddie hugs her tightly.

“You’ve got a gift, darling, I want the world to see it.” He says, and Ash holds him so tightly as a laugh escapes her, a little wistful, a little bit dazed.

“So do you, Freds, you’re gonna be a star.” She mused, and he pulled back, fixing her with a fond smile.

“Well then you’d better make sure I look my best.”

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UNFORTUNATE- A short HTTYD story written by thepurplewriter333

OKAY GUYS, BEFORE YOU READ THIS, KNOW ONE THING: THIS IS KIND OF A JOKE. DON'T WORRY, IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE AS YOU READ ALONG. OKAY? OKAY! JUST DONT JUDGE. ;D

It was another peaceful day on the Edge, or so Hiccup had assumed before he went to work in the makeshift-forge he had placed in the clubhouse. He had wanted to focus more on his fire sword, Inferno, as well as cleverly never giving away to his viewers (or to any logical scientists watching, for that matter) the secret of how this brilliant invention worked.

As he pounded away merrily at his sword, all the while looking completely and totally handsome as he did every time he was working, suddenly Inferno slipped off the edge of the table, slicing down his right leg before clanking to the floor.

Hiccup yelped at the pain that then came to him. Collapsing in a crumpled heap on the ground, his head hit the floor with a sounding thump, and made his vision swim. He only had enough time left to arrange his beautiful locks of hair to tousled perfection, and then utter a faint cry of "Astrid!" before succumbing to the pain.

Astrid couldn't work out why Hiccup wished to work on his sword so much, and was just strolling by the front door of the clubhouse to ask him, when a cry of "Astrid!" rang through the air. The other Riders just so happened to conveniently appear right at that moment on their dragons, and they all raced inside to see Hiccup limply lying on the floor. His forehead was already beaded with small drops of sweat, but it turned out that it only added to his overall gorgeousness.

Snotlout quickly raced over and scooped up the unconscious Hiccup in his arms, carrying the body over to the rest of the worried Riders. "Good thing Hiccup's so portable, what with all the unfortunate accidents he has," he noted loudly, and the others found themselves nodding.

"Let's get him back to his hut. Fishlegs, you and the twins go back and get Gothi from Berk," Astrid ordered, her piercing blue eyes frantically drifting back from Hiccup to the other Riders.

Fishlegs murmured an agreement, and herded the twins back over to their dragon.

"Is this the time when we don't care to acknowledge the fact that Berk is over thirty hours away from here, though we will still get back here way before our actual due date would really be?" Tuffnut asked, cocking his head.

"Yep," Astrid replied. "Now go and get the healer!"

With a big grin, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut took off into the air. They all loved going to get Gothi. It was their one job around here- they were barely required to do anything else during these unfortunate whumps of Hiccup's. But Fishlegs frowned a second later, remembering an incident from a few months back. He did recall one time when Astrid had told him to 'get the car and get the healer.' He hadn't understood the first part at all, but Astrid had been under a lot of stress, what with Hiccup nearly drowning that day in the midst of saving a dragon.

As soon as the twins and Fishlegs left, Astrid turned to Snotlout and the unconscious Hiccup. "Let's hope Hiccup's hut is in the same place as it was last night," she said with a sorrowful look at her boyfriend who dangled limply in his cousin's arms. "I'm so tired of it moving back to those unknown places that are never completely shown on screen."

It was unfortunately true that nearly every night on the Edge, all the Riders' huts changed positions, as well as the table in the clubhouse did too. One day Astrid would wake up with her hut overlooking the calm and wide ocean, the next it was right across from Hiccup's hut, with her furniture all rearranged into different places than the night before.

After a couple minutes of searching for Hiccup's quarters, Snotlout let out a cry of frustration. "I don't believe it! His hut has moved again!"

"Wait, there it is," Astrid pointed out, gesturing to the other end of the base. "Good thing it hasn't moved all the way to the cliffs again."

"Yeah. And it's not like last time either, when his hut just completely vanished for several days on end, because he wasn't using it on screen."

At last, the two arrived at their leader's hut, and tenderly lifted him up to his loft where he then rested unconscious in bed. "I wonder when he'll wake up," Astrid mused, leaning against the creaky wall. "I guess in the meantime we'll have to take turns wiping his fevered brow."

The thought of doing this made Snotlout yawn hugely. He always fell asleep when it was his turn to watch over Hiccup.

A few hours later, however, after several turns of wiping Hiccup's hot brow, Fishlegs and the twins arrived with Stoick, Gobber, and Gothi, who rushed inside Hiccup's hut quickly. "We ignored the fact that Berk is many many many hours away, just to get here faster for the sake of the show!" Fishlegs offered, appearing at the top of the loft.

"Great work, Fishlegs," Astrid smiled.

The twins followed after him, along with Stoick, Gobber, and Gothi who stared at Hiccup with concern. Meanwhile, Hiccup was making piteous moans, indicating that he was in dreadful pain and suffering tremendously, but was being incredibly brave and manly at the same time.

"Hiccup!" Stoick cried at the sight of his unconscious son. It was his favourite line, because it was so easy to remember. It fitted all occasions from terror (where Hiccup looked as though he would be killed) to delight. (Hiccup had finally come to visit Berk, as he did just once a season!)

At Stoick's loud voice, Hiccup jolted awake with a start. His father's tones weren't exactly meant for a sickroom, and were enough to wake any unconscious person up. "Dad?" he whispered, lifting his head from his pillow ever so slightly. His tousled hair was still placed into pristine perfection, making him look even more handsome than before. He raised his voice slightly louder for more effect. "Dad!"

"I thought you were just knocked out?" Astrid said in a confused tone.

Hiccup smiled bravely, already back to complete consciousness by now. "It's just a Haddock Head Wound: a hard blow to the head which knocks you out a treat, but has absolutely no other side effects whatsoever!"

Stoick took up the story happily. "In many ways it's really rather similar to the classic "bloodless battle wound", which Hiccup models so well in numerous episodes and fanfictions. You know there's been a major injury, but there's remarkably little to no blood at all! Look at Midnight Scrum, for instance. No bruises or cuts despite the rough treatment he was under for over a day, and even that entire incident had been forgotten by the following episode!"

Sure enough, when the Riders examined Hiccup's cut leg carefully, they could see that there was very little blood indeed. Hiccup closed his eyes and winced in a brave way, then tossed his head fitfully on the pillow and moved his legs in an agitated fashion.

"He suffers so well!" Snotlout said in a hushed undertone, as Gothi came in bearing a bowl of steaming water and a pile of cloths.

"Oooh! Is it time to gently wipe Hiccup's fevered brow yet?" Ruffnut inquired, standing up from her seat with excitement.

Stoick, suddenly feeling left out of the normal caring-for-Hiccup-after-a-whump treatment, shook his head and grabbed the bowl from a surprised Gothi. "It's my turn to wipe his brow this time," he insisted loudly, eyeing the other Riders. "Like I always do."

"Sorry, but we already wiped his fevered brow already, Chief," Snotlout cut in smugly. "Hiccup's fine now."

The announcement aroused a chorus of angry cries from everyone else, but Gothi held up an irritated hand, silencing them all. Truth be told, she was none too pleased at being summoned by the Riders yet again. She spent so much time attending to all their various mishaps that the rest of her medical practice had practically dwindled away to nothing, and her waiting room was nearly always empty. Well, all except when Hiccup came on screen, in which several actors were hired to feign different injuries to give the show a more realistic effect.

Then there was that time in Big Man On Berk when Gothi had a change with more than usual patients streaming in for her medical care, but then the Riders had interfered and insisted on making her take them to Glacier Island instead. She still hadn't forgiven them for that, as business had never been the same afterward.

Gothi examined the suffering Hiccup casually, and then dissolved a pain powder in a glass of water, and watched Hiccup drink it down. This was one of her pleasures of being the only healer around on the show. She didn't bother with more advanced medicines for the Riders. Well, it was expensive, and besides, it was so much more enjoyable watching all the faces Hiccup made when swallowing it.

She scribbled something down on the floor (which had already been covered with sand, despite having never been mentioned or talked about it being placed down before), and stepped back as Gobber read it aloud.

"He'll be fine, Stoick," Gobber read, in the immortal line Gothi apparently told him to say so often in other fanfics and episodes. "Give him some more medicine, and he'll be up and cured in no time."

"You know, you really should sell that medicine to the public, Gothi," Astrid chided. "No matter what kind of illness or injury Hiccup has, it's always the cure! I bet you could make lots of money off of it."

Gothi considered this thoughtfully, and slowly smiled. Yes, maybe that could work… She nodded, and then scratched something more down upon the floor.

Gobber cleared his throat, and then read the words. "She says we'll need to get some liquids and food into him so he'll heal properly. He'll be weak from blood loss for some time-"

"-though there was extremely little blood, because it's a kid's show," Ruffnut interjected.

"-but will be perfectly fine in no time," Gobber finished up, once again mentioning the "he'll be fine!" line, which had been said too many times before to count.

Hiccup frowned, troubled at the news. "But... we never eat at the Edge," he protested, "well, unless Heather is around to cook for us. We've actually eaten less than five times on the show in the past few years. Such as in the episodes To Heather or Not to Heather, and Saving Shattermaster. But I didn't even eat in that last episode- it was just Snotlout and the twins!"

"It's true," Astrid sighed. "And we haven't drank anything for awhile now, either."

"I think I drank a little bit in Saving Shattermaster," Snotlout offered. "But that was just when the twins squirted some water into my mouth before I had to bravely protect Mala from that arrow." He silently cursed. "Throk so missed his target on purpose…"

Stoick's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Well, then. It seems we'll have to feed you something good… how about broth?"

Hiccup fell back into his perfectly fluffed pillows, making a face of repulsement. From beside him, Astrid wondered how one could still look so stunningly gorgeous when looking so disgusted. "Dad, I always have to have broth after a whump in fanfics!" the young heir complained loudly. "Or soup, though it always does me no good."

"Yeah, why can't we have a nice steak for once?" Snotlout chimed in. "What's preventing us from having the good stuff?"

Tuffnut grinned. "Yeah! Or chicken!" When everyone turned to stare at him with evident surprise, he refused to betray any signs of shame. "Yeah, like you weren't thinking it too!"

"How about some bread and water?" Stoick was getting a tad desperate, already annoyed with the Riders' growing complaints. "It's simple, straight to the point, and filling. Hmm? How about it then?"

Fishlegs' face fell. He had been hoping for something a little more meaty.

"Ugh, fine," Tuffnut said. "But I want it to be diet water!"

"Okay, that'll do," Gobber interrupted, laughing nervously. "Hiccup will be fine. He's always fine, after all! No whump is too whumpy for him."

Gothi nodded in agreement, already packing up her things.

Stoick looked down at Hiccup, who was looking much better despite the extremely little treatment Gothi had offered, and he held one of his son's attractive hands tenderly. "You'll be all right now, Hiccup!" he grinned, and wondered if his boy ever went for a manicure to get his hands to look so flawless. He reached over to stroke the wonderful locks of his boy's hair lovingly, unable to help himself.

Astrid sighed once more. "A Hiccup/Stoick moment," she said, with a little catch in her tone. "And after a beautiful whump!"

Snotlout couldn't find his voice, which was a very unusual occurrence. He simply drank his fill of this most essential of Race to the Edge moments, still waiting for the Hiccstrid moment that would follow shortly after.

Looking over at them all, Hiccup smiled. "Thanks, guys. I do appreciate how you stick by me during my countless whumps."

"You do suffer so wonderfully," Astrid insisted. "The way you move you legs, telling us silently that you're in agony but bravely being a man about it. The moaning, and calling for your father and friends..."

"And the best bit is," Fishlegs began excitedly, "you'll be back to normal again in a day or two, ready to be whumped on next week's episode, or the next fanfic story!"

Hiccup glanced at Stoick, wide-eyed at the thought, and caught his father struggling with laughter. "Oh, Dad!" he said dramatically, and Stoick stroked his hair again.

"That's your best line, Hiccup," the chief laughed. "Say it again!"

"Oh, Daaaaaaaaaaaaaad!"

The Riders chuckled, but Hiccup could tell by a certain gleam in their eyes that they were already eagerly awaiting to see how his following whump would be next time.

And he was absolutely sure it would be just as unfortunate as always.

See? What’d I tell ya: CRAZY! :D Hope I made you all laugh, at least! Let me know if you want more of these crazy little one-shots in the future. :P See ya next time!

-thepurplewriter333

(P.S. You can also find this one-shot on FanFiction.net here. Thanks!)

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staticdecay-blog · 7 years

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Post 5 - Abandonment Issues

I have been asked before of why I am infatuated with, and enjoy being in abandoned buildings. I can speak at length of the parallels between those spaces and my own self and my emotional space, about the comfort I find in the affinity with them. They stand in their neighborhoods, overlooked or hated by most, neglected, becoming ruins and testaments to the nature of decay......but for the few that take the risk to their health, their freedom, and rise to the fears of being labelled a weirdo or outcast...they find a beauty there, they find story after story after story told on and in the walls, in the furniture left behind, in the documents, pictures, and relics that are scattered among the floors.

To find the history of a building, and how it became abandoned is usually a not overly complicated affair. Sometimes it can be found simply by looking at it, such as when a fire claims it and leaves a large chunk collapsing and charred. Other times it is not so obvious but usually boils down to economic failures in general. The actual details can be so completely varied...some are failed business ventures, some suffer from gentrification, some have slumlords, some have histories of drugs......they are like us in so many ways...a thousand faces a thousand stories...there will be similar circumstances among many of us but rarely the exact same.

I have been asked not nearly as much, how I came to have abandonment issues. For years I thought on this...I would trace scar after scar that is etched in my flesh and ruminate on it. The first answer was "because I am BPD." This is, however, a very common and dangerous answer/dynamic because it shuts down really finding out WHY?

Then I began to think back over my life. I thought of the numerous people in my teens and adult years who said they would "be there" and then cut out as soon as things got remotely tough, or even remotely not tough. Girlfriends...friends....mentors......it was a pattern that I saw and experienced in my life but even those instances...those were not the causes, those were symptoms.

Just as the obvious answers of why those buildings are empty and falling apart can be found but lack the details...so too can it be pretty easy to see the pattern of my own abandonment issues. However, the details may require some digging beyond the daily newspaper archives or beyond the archives etched in my skin.......

The year is something I cannot recall beyond a rough guess, but based on certain things such as the vehicle we drove and the fact we often went to the playground, I would guess it was between 1990 and 1992. I know for certain it was before the years of hell I would face in Fredonia middle and high school. It happened in early summer and I would have been between 9 and 11 years old.

The playground at Fredonia Central School was a sprawling fortress back in those days. It would later be torn down as a safety hazard but in its time it was called the creative playground. It was entirely made of wood with everything interconnecting. A lot of hidden passages, bridges, towers that would give way to tire tunnels, various monkey bars, slides, poles, and no shortage of things to climb, jump on or off from, run across, and potentially break your neck on.

Remember all those old NES games? It was extremely easy to take yourself to those scenarios on this playground. It was NOT a playground it was a haunted castle, or a fortress held by the evil ninjas or soldiers. There is a reason it was called the creative playground...because it was ripe to create various fantasies to act out in our solitude when we were not star athletes or cool kids.

It was also an extremely good spot to play hide and seek or capture the flag if you had friends or random playmates that happened to be at the playground at the same time.

My father had gotten home from work and after dinner he somehow found the energy after 8 or more hours of grinding steel in a sweltering mill to take me to the playground. The sun was just beginning to set as we were pulling up to the playground. This meant we would get about 45 minutes or so.

The frogs could be heard from the small forest patch that contained a little pond, and the sounds of the night started to fall as I opened up to the playground. It did not take long to ask my dad to play hide and seek with me. There were no other people at the playground that evening, and my father was a good father, despite the fatigue he surely felt he would stand up and he would do something I find myself incapable of as an adult...he could get very in to this childs life and escape the real world with him.

I hid first.

I thought I was clever and I found myself a spot in some hidden crevice. As I would also do as an adult, I would overlook some very obvious setbacks in the plan and soon after I would be crushed to find I was not nearly as clever as I thought.

I do not know how my father found me but he was good at finding things. He grew up in the country and was decent at tracking and noticing things. He probably saw my footprints or made himself invisible and would stealthily wait for me to move a bit and he would see it and then slowly move in to tag me.

Sometimes I would get frustrated with it and the fact that he never let me win. As good a man as my father was, and as good a father as he was, he still had some short comings, as we all do or will. One thing he did not always see was when enough was enough. There was a time we were playing HORSE in our backyard, and every time I would shoot the ball, he would say in an announcers voice "Barkey shoots...and he puts up a brick" and I would get sooooo mad. In that incident I ended up in tears and crying to my mother....

The sun was falling further towards the horizon and the temperature was cooling with it, and I had to find my dad as I was "it" now. I had reached the mandatory count which was probably 50, but I can't recall for certain.

I started up high near the big wizard tower structure. I felt I could see the most ground from there. After climbing up the tower and coming out I crossed the bridge and kept my eyes out both below me, and to the left where the rest of the playground was after crossing a balance beam. There was no sign of my father.

After the bridge I started looking in the hidden areas below the bridge before going to the area that connected to the hard, one board balance beam that I could not get across without stepping off a couple of times. This area had more hidden areas within it and I started clearing them. Numerous people had been there, as was evidenced by the simple and young graffiti displaying things like "Jenny <3's Tim" or a statement of dislike against one teacher or another.

None of the people that had been there though were not there now, nor was my father.

Temperature drop. Losing light. I clear the playground with no sight of my father. Panic rising.

My mind went to the place it went every time my parents would leave: "what if they dont come back?" If they ran late I would become very panicked inside of myself and think they were dead or that something happened to them. They always came back though.

My mind was racing because I could not find my father. It was racing faster than the speed of horizon swallowing the sun, faster and louder than the frogs who were screaming at me.

I combed through the wooden corridors, towers, bridges and nooks looking for him again.

I came to sit at the foot of the widest slide in the playground. I watched the sun disappear over Lake Erie in the distance, creating intense shadow figures of nearby trees and houses. I was crying hysterically at this point with full rivers being developed from what were first gently moving streams down my cheeks.

I was left alone. It happened.

Through misted, glassy, blurred eyes I made my way back to the van. I opened the passenger door and climbed in to the seat. I was hoping that my dad was in the van but that was dispelled as soon as that door opened.

My head slumped down, staring at my feet...this is a position I would come to know well a few years later for numerous reasons. I would occasionally find the hope and will to look out the window to see if my dad had magically reappeared. He didn't.

The sun was all but gone but my tears certainly were not. My breathe was dwindling from the sobs and crying. No hope was felt so I aimlessly looked back at the window.

A shadowy figure moved and I realized it was not a backlit tree. This figure moved closer and closer until it could be recognized as my father..........

Parents have the best of intentions a lot of times. Mine certainly did. My father never considered the consequences of not "letting me win." He, nor I could have ever predicted that twenty years later I would sit within the walls of, or on the roof of some decrepit abandoned building self portrait, watching that same sun disappear, taking the light with it....and contemplating HOW I came to relate more with that spot than any person I have ever met.

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