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nitannichionne · 2 years

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Ransom's Redemption, Chapter 9: Kiss from the Rose

Chapter Nine: Kiss from the Rose

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I haven’t been here in sometime, well, not since I’d been in prison, actually. It seemed the same, more plots and such, but lots of people have died in four years. I never need a map to find her. I never need anything at all. I know where she is. I come to the gravestone, flowers in hand, and kneel and bow my head to my nanny’s name, Allison.

“Hi, Ma,” I whisper. When we were alone, that was what I always called her.

I must look crazy. A white man kneeling over a grave in a cemetery that is mostly people of color, but I don’t care. This was the woman who truly raised me and loved me. I remember when I realized who she really was to me, in my heart. I was sick with a terrible flu, had it coming out of both ends, burning up. I was miserable. I asked-no, begged-for my mother to stay with me, knowing my father was basically not going to; he felt his job was photo ops and “later on.” My mother explained she had a big client who was interested in a million dollar mansion, and would not hear of staying home and getting too close to me. She gave me a smile and wave from my bedroom doorway, blew a kiss and left.

“You’re going to stay?” I asked Allison weakly.

“Yes, my baby boy, I’m stayin’.”

“All night?” I asked tearfully.

“All night,” she sighs with a smile, and lays next to me, putting a cool towel on my head.

“What about your real baby?” I ask.

“Oh, you’re my baby, too—”

“No, I’m not,” I felt a pain in my chest, feeling unwanted by my own mother.

“Oh, yes, you are!” she chuckles. “You’re my god baby.”

“God baby?”

“Yes, God saw fit to bring us together, so you’re my god baby, baby in my heart.” She tapped her chest.

“What about—”

“She loves you, too, you know that,” she began stroking my hair. “and she’s sleepin’ in my bed. She wanted to take care of you too, but I told her to wait till your fever breaks.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“You’re the sick baby right now, so I’m gonna stay right here and take care of you.”

Nothing turned me back from that night. My eyes mist with tears of the memory, and so many before and after that. There were two beds in her room after that, just in case she ever needed to stay again. I began preferring eating in the kitchen with them whenever I could. It felt more like home. My grandfather didn’t appreciate that; by rejecting my parents at the family table, he felt I was rejecting him. I had to explain, but it was so hard to look at my so called parents. They were so self absorbed. And when he got angry because I wanted to be an artist, he said that was not a sound investment. Yet writing was? I shook my head at that conversation. When I told Allison, she simply gave me my very first sketchbook of many. The sketches and ability to do tattoos in prison kept me sane, and saved me from being assaulted. I had value in there because of that talent.

“Hi.” I whisper again. “I—” I clear my throat. “you know I’ve messed up, and I—I’m sorry, I am dealing with it in therapy and sh-stuff, but now something has happened. I need your advice, need a sign and I don’t have anyplace else to go.” I take a deep breath. “It seems that there is a clause my granddad either forgot about striking from his will-or didn’t, I don’t know. I have an inheritance, Ma, but I have to be truly married, have a kid and a business before I turn forty.” I laugh humorlessly. “I know, after serving four years, I don’t have a lot of time, but when I think of someone I could spend my life with, your daughter is the only one who comes to mind. We grew up together, understand each other, and she has had my back like you did, even when I messed up. And I—I kissed her. I wanted more, and I think she did, too. I never really thought of getting married, but she popped in my head at the mention of the word. Should I ask her? Can I ask her? I don’t want to mess up what we have, but I think together we can have so much more.” I am silent. “I’ll take care of her, I swear it. I’ll stay on the straight and narrow, because that’s what she deserves. But…I need a sign—”

“Ransom?”

I spin around. Dear God, there she is.

“Ransom, you were supposed to come home.”

“Yeah, I was on my way—”

“I called Dr. Gray’s office, and she said you both went to the lawyer’s office.”

“Yeah.”

‘And you left,” she whispers. “It didn’t take much to figure where you’d be.”

“How did you get here?”

“Uber,” she shrugs. “pretty big chance, but I guessed right.” She kneels next to me. “what’s going on?”

“Uh…” I was suddenly shaking. “There is a lot to talk about.”

She looks at me and frowns, “Okay, but let’s go—“

“No, here.” I tell her. “Now.” I offer her my hand. “Please.”

She takes my hand. “What’s going on?”

“I have an inheritance,” I tell her.

Her eyes widen. “You do?”

“Yeah, but Grandpa had a stipulation.”

“What is it?”

‘“That I have a real marriage and family of my own with a business.” I look at her, and see her mouth has dropped a little. “I want the money, I won’t lie, but when I think of who I have anything real with, it’s you.”

“Ransom, you don’t love me.”

“I do love you—” I hold her by her shoulders.

“Are you sure?” she interjects, but her eyes are glistening. “I don’t want to marry someone that doesn’t love me, isn’t in love with me.”

I search her eyes. It slams into me. She has not said a word about how she feels about me, not one. The possibility of what she isn’t saying makes me hope. “How about we give it a try?”

“Are you ready for Fiona’s reaction? Your parents?”

“Are you ready for your family’s reaction?”

“My parents are dead, and the rest just want me happy.”

“I want to do this with you, nobody else.” I take her hands in mine. “We have known each other almost all our lives, been friends, been confidants and backup for each other. It just seems like the next step, and every step after I know I won't regret. Please, baby--"

She shakes her head. “Hugh, I don’t know—“

“Those nights we kissed,” I pull her closer. “Those nights, we both felt something, right? And it’s been progressing. If you didn’t feel anything, tell me now.” I hold my breath. I see the play of emotions across her face, trying to decide what to do, what to say next.

She exhales heavily. “You know I felt something.”

I swallow hard. “Is there anyone else?”

“No,” she whispers, tears coming to her eyes.

“So….” I go into my pocket.

“Oh, my God.”

“I bought this with my own money, no inheritance, no nothing,” I tell her. “Been saving a little since my first check. It isn’t much, but—“ I was shocked as she came down on one knee in front of me. “What?”

“Here.”

“What—“

“It’s a spinner ring,” she explains with a grin. “You fidget a lot now, and I thought if you had something that reminded you you’re not alone, you could spin—“

I cut her off with a kiss, the kind of kiss that came from every part of me to give to her. She yields, yet returns with as much, I can feel it. When we part, we are breathless, tears in our eyes. I grasp her hand with mine, holding the other with the ring so I could put it on her. “Marry me. Please, marry me.”

“No lies?”

“No lies.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, Hugh Arthur Ransom Drysdale, I will marry you.”

“This ring pledges my love, protection and loyalty.” I say with a smile. "I was going to put it on your right hand when I first got it, meaning you're in a relationship, but now--" I laugh shakily, taking her left hand and putting it on her. "We're engaged."

She takes my left hand and puts the spinner ring on. “This ring reminds you of peace, love and faith I want to give you. Spin it with your thumb."

I do and we laugh. I look into her eyes and pull her to me to kiss her. Let me do right by her. I want to be her peace, love and joy. I honestly want that.

We hug, hug so hard, so tightly. This feels good, marrying my best friend, my best everything.

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ptergwen · 4 years

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you before me

warnings: nahh just fluff

summary: peter parker is a real life angel

prompt: “love is putting someone else’s needs before yours”

a/n: hi i wrote this for tess and claire’s disney writing challenge!! i really hope y’all like it <3

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it all starts when you wake up; sore throat, stuffy nose. not too big of a deal. you just pop an allergy pill and leave for school.

mj is waiting at your locker when you get there. you wave to her on your way over. “hey, y/n,” she greets, then goes back to sketching in her notebook. putting in your locker combination, you cough out a “hi.” coughing? that’s weird. mj seems to think so too because she narrows her eyes at you in that way she does whenever she’s suspicious of something.

“you okay? kinda sounds like you’re getting sick.” you clear your throat. “what? me? i’m fine. it’s just allergies.” “whatever you say,” she shrugs. you can tell she isn’t convinced. holding in another cough, you grab your morning binder from your locker as peter and betty make their way over.

“no ned today?” you ask them. “nope. he got the flu,” peter answers before giving you a good morning kiss on the cheek. you grin at the gesture. you’d kiss him too if you didn’t feel a cough coming on. “another victim of the midtown plague,” mj sighs, looking up from her sketch again. you avoid her gaze.

“ugh, i hate flu season. it’s gross and annoying,” betty complains to the group. the other three of you nod in agreement.

right when the bell rings, mj closes her notebook. “don’t forget we have acadec practice after school. see you losers in chem,” she reminds you and peter. betty waves goodbye and leaves with her for first period. the two of them are halfway down the hallway when mj calls back, “and feel better, y/n.”

you’ve been exposed.

“why did mj tell you to feel better?” confusion is all over peter’s face. you stifle a sneeze just then. worst timing ever. “um... i just... have allergies. the medicine i took should kick in soon.” you sniffle, trying to put on another smile. peter doesn’t believe you even for a second. “i don’t know, baby. you don’t sound too good.”

the last thing you want to do is give peter something else to worry about. you’ll just have to suck it up in front of him. squeezing his shoulder gently, you tell him, “peter, i’m fine. seriously. i swear.” he looks you over for a few seconds before giving in. “hmm, alright. but if you’re worse by third period, i’m taking you to the nurse. deal?” “sounds fair to me.”

with that, you two walk to class hand in hand.

first period consists of you chugging a whole bottle of water to keep from coughing and peter asking “are you sure you’re fine?” basically every five minutes. second period, you can hardly focus with the way your head is pounding. thank god for your deal with peter because it’s finally third period.

you pull peter aside on your way there. he gives you a knowing look. “can you take me to the nurse now?” your voice comes out hoarse. peter frowns, then nods. “of course, of course. let’s go.” he takes your hand and starts leading the way to the nurse’s office.

mj spots you two while rounding the corner. “you guys do know chem’s the complete opposite way, right?” she snorts. peter stops to talk to her. “we’re going to the nurse. y/n might have the midtown plague or whatever you called it.” mj’s mouth forms an “o” shape as she realizes. “i’ll tell mr. dell. feel better for real.” you smile weakly at her before she heads to class.

lacing your fingers tighter with his, peter keeps walking as you follow next to him. the nurse’s office is crowded when you get there. “looks like you’re not the only one,” peter remarks. you look around the room while he searches for somewhere to sit. the place is pretty packed. mj was right about the whole plague thing.

“here, sit.” peter leads you over to an empty chair. you take it. he stands next to you, hand still in yours. the nurse comes over after helping a few other kids. “name?” she asks you, bending over to be level with you. “y/n y/l/n.” she runs one of those digital thermometers over your forehead and makes a face.

“101. you have a fever. can mom or dad pick you up?” “i don’t think so. they’re both at work.” “is there anyone else available?”

you’re blanking for some reason. no one comes to mind. sensing your nerves, peter puts his free hand on your back, leaning to talk to you. “you want may to come? i can call her.” god, if he isn’t the biggest sweetheart.

“would she mind?” “no way. she loves you.” peter turns to the nurse. “my aunt can pick y/n up, if that’s okay,” the nurse looks between the you two with a smile. “go ahead and call her.” you both thank her before peter uses the nurse’s office phone to call may.

you move to a bed that opened up after the nurse changes the protective paper over it. peter finishes his call and sits at the edge.

he gives your knee a small squeeze to get your attention. “may said she’ll be here in fifteen. i asked her to sign me out too.” “you aren’t staying? you’re gonna miss a lot.” you sit up, putting your hand on top of his. “you’ve already done so much for me today. i don’t wanna make you miss your other classes. or... or decathlon practice.”

peter’s mouth drops open like you just said something unreasonable. “no, no, no, you’re not making me. i want to. besides, love is putting someone else’s needs before yours, right? i like to think of it as you before me.” hearing him say that, you can’t fight back the goofy smile on your face. peter gives you one that matches. “right?” “right.”

as promised, may is at midtown in fifteen minutes. she gives you and peter big hugs, then signs you both out of school. peter stays with you in the backseat of her minivan on the ride to their apartment. “thank you so much for picking me up, may. i really appreciate it.” “anytime, y/n. you’re family.”

she meets your eyes in her car mirror, sounding so genuine. the parker’s really are the best people you know.

peter carries your backpack up to the apartment and runs to get something from his room when you’re inside. while he’s gone, may sits you down on the couch and starts making tea. he comes back with one of his hoodies. ”in case you’re cold,” he explains.

your fever is actually making you hot, but peter doesn’t have to know. you’ll wear his hoodies any chance you get. you scrunch the oversized sleeves up in your hands and put the hood up, patting the cushion next to you.

“lay with me?” you look up at peter hopefully. he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “sure, baby.” he waits for you to get comfortable first. you lay on the arm of the couch, peter behind you. he rests his chin on your shoulder to press a few kisses to your temple.

“how are you feeling?” “eh. but you make me better,” you tell him. peter juts his bottom lip out, may doing the same as she puts a cup of tea down on the coffee table in front of you.

“aw, you two are too adorable. i called your mom, y/n. she’s coming to get you after she’s done with work.” “thank you, may. for everything.” she rubs your back once before sliding the cup of tea closer to you.

“no problem. drink your tea, it’ll help your throat. let me know if you need anything else.” “the remote?” peter interjects. rolling her eyes jokingly, may puts the remote in his hand. “love you, may.” she ruffles peter’s hair, then says she’ll be in the kitchen.

they both prove to you so many times that love really is putting someone else’s needs before yours.

you spend the rest of the day watching your favorite movies, cuddled into peter and his hoodie while may brings you endless cups of tea and literally anything else you could possibly need. like peter said earlier, love really is putting someone else’s needs before yours. him and may show you exactly that. it’s you before him. it’s you before either of them.

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years

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We Care, But At What Price?

Summary: Sequel to "We Care Not". As Hiccup lies sick in bed, the other Riders reflect a little on the past they share with him and how overly protective they are of him now.

Rating: Teen and up

Words: 2 482

Author’s Notes: Sequel that was written quite a while ago, but never posted. Might take this idea to dabble with it in a different fic someday.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

We Care Not (The first fic)

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"This is stupid. This is so, so stupid."

Astrid finds herself shushing Hiccup's shaky mumblings as she dabs his forehead with a soaked cloth. It is sweaty and she can feel the heat radiating through the layer separating her hand and his skin.

Hiccup is lying in bed before her on a stack of furs and blankets, all gathered from the other Riders. He wears only a single layer of clothing in spite of the cold Winter plaguing the Edge. His armor hangs forgotten on the back of a chair on the ground floor.

"I should be out there doing patrols or think of something to stop Viggo, not be stuck here in bed." There is a certain resentment in his tone that Astrid doesn't quite appreciate, she resists the urge to demand that he apologize to himself.

That kind of anger, she knows it is directed at only one man in this room and, besides her, the single other presence here is Toothless and Astrid is certain Hiccup can never be mad at him.

Her free hand is held in both of his own on his stomach.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. It's just a fever." She tries to tell him and Toothless rumbles in agreement. The Night Fury is taking up all the space on one side of the bed. Ever since his Rider has fallen ill, he hasn't left much. He worries.

"I shouldn't be having a fever. I'm not a kid anymore, I shouldn't be getting sick every Winter." Still Hiccup argues, his voice cracks. Even with the fire warming his hut, his woolen tunic, the dragon, and the covers, he shivers terribly.

He doesn't get sick as often as he used to when he was a growing boy, but when he does this always happens. The times Hiccup does fall ill, he falls hard.

Astrid sighs when she hears his comment. Indeed, the Winters here in the Archipelago are never kind to Hiccup. If he isn't sick, then the cold is taking its toll on his leg or some other old injury of his. And then there is also Devastating Winter.

"It's okay to get sick, Hiccup. You wouldn't be giving us such a bad time if we were stuck in bed." That shuts him up, at least. He can't argue with her about that, he knows she is right.

Instead, Hiccup lets his eyes fall closed. He sniffs, his nose is clogged. His cheeks feel so unbearably hot.

Astrid will never admit it to him out loud, but she does find herself worrying during the coldest seasons on Berk. Devastating Winter especially. It wasn't given this name for no reason.

If there is a season cold enough to keep even the Hooligans of Berk indoors for days or weeks at a time, cold enough to keep even the dragons inside, it is certainly that. Before the Edge, whenever she was stuck inside, Astrid would often find herself guilty of sitting around and worrying about Hiccup.

She often wondered as she sat there sharpening her dagger at the fire, was he lying sick in bed? As she ate dinner with her family, was Stoick trying to get some food into his ill son in the meantime? As she checked up on Stormfly, was Toothless watching over his Rider day and night?

Every time Devastating Winter allowed Berk to set foot outside again, it was a relief to her to see him alive and well.

Oddly enough, it wasn't a concern she ever had for the other Riders. And not because she didn't care for them, because she did and a lot more than she let on.

Grabbing the pitcher standing on a stool next to her, Astrid notices that it is empty. Time to grab some more water.

"I'm going to get some more water. I'll be right back." She tells Hiccup, even though he probably isn't conscious anymore, judging by his calm breathing. He may have dozed off.

Which is a good thing, he needs his rest and his body demands it. She lets him sleep.

Astrid briefly scratches Toothless behind an ear fin and walks down from their loft with the pitcher in hand. Downstairs, she meets with the other Riders, who are all gathered in Hiccup's hut.

There is a snowfall going on outside and so it is warmer to stay inside. She knows even the Dragons are huddled together over at their stables. She also knows that there is only one reason why the others are here and it isn't quite because of the weather.

Fishlegs is reading at the table and so is Tuffnut, though the latter isn't as into it as the former is. His face is lying on it. Ruffnut and Snotlout are playing Maces and Talons in one corner, though neither of them are all that interested in their game either.

As Astrid comes down, Fishlegs looks up.

"Is he sleeping?" He asks, putting his book down.

"Yeah, he is." She answers and makes her way over to a barrel with water. Opening the top, she lowers the pitcher into it to bring back up with her.

Ever since Hiccup fell sick two days earlier, he's been drifting in and out of sleep. He is feverish, he is coughing almost continuously, but he is, at the very least, not delirious. So far, his mind remains untouched by the fever. A good sign, they all figure.

Silence returns, but as she ascends back up the stairs, Astrid can't help but notice that the pieces on the board game Ruff and Lout are playing with are no longer being moved.

Returning up to the loft, Toothless greets her with a purr and Astrid gives him a small smile. She replaces the pitcher on its original spot next to the empty mug and then grabs the cloth she'd left on Hiccup's forehead.

Dipping it into the bowl of water standing on that same stool, Astrid stops mid-action when she hears movement. Out of the corner of her eyes, she notices him rolling onto his side away from her. He lets out a deep sigh followed by more coughing. Hiccup nuzzles into his pillow and settles again for the time being.

Astrid relaxes, she isn't even aware she tensed up. Wetting the cloth again, she wrings it out a bit and places it on his temple instead.

"Toothless, I'm going downstairs. You'll watch over him, won't you?" Though she knows she doesn't even need to ask, Toothless still gives her a croon before placing his head down on the bed to fix his gaze on his Rider as Astrid joins the others again.

Ruffnut watches her descend, a frown present on her face. Snotlout doesn't seem to mind that he needs to wait on her next move.

The quiet continues until Astrid takes a seat at the table where Fishlegs and Tuffnut are already sitting at.

She waits. She knows there is something Ruffnut wants to talk about the moment she stops playing her game with Snotlout.

Astrid even sits down on the chair with her front facing the other and looks at her. It is her way of asking "what's up?"

"It's weird, right?" Ruffnut starts now that Astrid has taken a seat. Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Tuff all look at her.

"We know Hiccup's gonna be just fine. He's pretty much indestructible at this point anyway. And yet..." Her voice trails off.

"We're still worried to death?" Snotlout finishes for her.

"Yeah, Fishlegs even says he's doing better than yesterday," Tuffnut speaks up as well and Fishlegs nods to confirm it. Hiccup is already on the mend.

"He should be back up on his feet soon."

"And yet..." Snotlout mutters. His eyes briefly travel up to the loft, though he can't see Hiccup.

Standing back up again, Astrid makes her way to the back of the hut, where most of Hiccup's stuff is kept. She can feel the eyes of the other Riders on her.

Toothless' several different prosthetic tailfins are hanging on that wall, but for as much of an eyecatcher as they are, Astrid's attention is only on one chest.

"What're you doing?" Snotlout asks, his chin resting on the table in front of him.

"Searching for something Hiccup can do? Something to lighten the mood." Astrid replies, crouching down in front of the chest and opening it up. She briefly rolls her eyes at how disorganized it is and begins to search through it. Within seconds she still finds what she is looking for, despite the mess inside.

It is a little book he uses for his sketches. Or rather, one of the many he uses that way. Hiccup went through a lot of them in just one year.

Flipping it open, she wants to see if this one hasn't been filled in yet. Something instantly strikes her as odd, however.

The drawings inside of this one were made by a kid.

They are still good. Very good. And the only conclusion Astrid can come to is that these are Hiccup's from when he was still very little and he kept them. So Hiccup is someone who can get a little nostalgic, who knew?

Struck by nostalgia herself, she keeps looking through them, sitting down on the wooden floor. She is engrossed. Many of them look vaguely familiar to her.

She halts when she comes upon one particular drawing in the book.

Astrid remembers having a dear friend once. She is reminded of her now, of little Unn that never got to grow up, as she stares at what appears to be a hand-drawn portrait of a little girl with baby blue eyes and shoulder-length black hair.

Though this had clearly been drawn by a very young individual, she can recognize these strokes from anywhere. This one had been drawn by Hiccup, too. A long, long time ago. Gods, she never knew he still had any of these. Let alone this one.

He drew this when they were... What? Four? Five years old? They are both eighteen now. How has he managed to keep these for so long?

Astrid stares quietly at the picture. A dull aching makes its way into her chest and there is a hitch in her breath, her eyes are wet. She hasn't thought of her childhood friend in a long while.

"Hey, I know her." Astrid didn't expect anyone to be standing behind her, but she doesn't jump when Snotlout speaks up out of the blue.

He kneels next to where she is sitting and Astrid allows him to take a look.

"She's-um... Ugh, what's her name."

"Unn. She was..." Astrid helps him remember, but she doesn't get much farther beyond that. It is strange, she didn't have any problem saying it before. Why is it suddenly so hard?

"One of the ones that didn't make it." Snotlout returns the favor and finishes that thought for her.

"Yeah." She takes the book back when he hands it to her. She can hear footsteps approaching.

"Oh man, talk about a blast to the past," Ruffnut mutters, her hands on her hips.

Taking a glance over her shoulder, Astrid sees that Tuffnut and Fishlegs are there as well.

"Are there any others?" Fishlegs asks hopefully. It is the timidest he has sounded in a long while.

Astrid briefly skims through the rest of this particular sketchbook and she shakes her head. There are no more.

"Should we check if any of Hiccup's other old notebooks are in there?" Snotlout asks and for once he isn't suggesting looking through someone else's stuff just for the fun of it.

"Guys, I was only looking in here to give Hiccup something to do next time he wakes up. You know how antsy he can get when he's stuck in bed for too long. I'm not randomly looking through his stuff." Is Astrid's reply when a simple "no" would've sufficed.

"Yeah, I know. I was just curious, you know." Snotlout shrugs in response. He is uncharacteristically muted today, as they all are.

It is quiet for another moment before Ruffnut speaks up again. Astrid almost feels compelled to look at the picture of her friend again.

"It brings you back, doesn't it?" She asks her friends, her tone solemn.

"So many of us didn't make it." Fishlegs happens to mention and saying it out loud somehow makes their mood even more dreary than it already is. If that is at all possible.

"I've never really thought about it before, but there are a lot of kids on Berk now. Compared to... You know." Tuffnut reminisces quietly.

"Before the war ended," Ruffnut adds and her brother nods.

It was such a change, one that happened so slow and yet so fast. With how lively Berk is now, it is sometimes hard to remember what it was like before the dragons had come to live with them, before the one responsible for so much heartbreak had been dethroned. And this change, they all know who was responsible for it.

The Riders are all quiet for another moment of reflection. They are all thinking of the same person.

It is odd. Sometimes they still have moments in which they just look at each other and ask "why did we ever dislike this guy?" as soon as Hiccup leaves the room.

"Why weren't we friends before?"

"Why did it take us so long?"

The past three years of friendship did muddle their memories just a tad bit, but this brings it all right back.

They used to dislike Hiccup because he was the weird one. They disliked him because the adults did. They disliked him because he was sure to be the next one to leave them.

And now look at them.

Hiccup is upstairs in bed suffering from an illness he has had before and would recover from again. He is doing fine. He is angry at himself, but otherwise, he is doing just fine.

And yet, they worry. They worry so much they spent most of the last two days here in his hut. The evening of the third day is drawing near.

Upstairs, Hiccup starts coughing and it doesn't let up for a good couple of seconds.

"I'm fine, Bud." The coughing fit wakes him up and the Riders hear Hiccup reassure his dragon, but still, Fishlegs is already running up the stairs just to make sure if there isn't any help that he may need.

"Fish-Fishlegs? Fishlegs, I'm fine! It was just a cough, I'm fine." The rest of them, still on the ground floor, relax again.

Look at how much has changed.

When they were kids, they were afraid to care and their effort not to had lead to them barely caring for him at all. Now that they finally do, they are too afraid to lose him.

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Hello. Your fics are amazing!! Can I request something? About maybe batsis care of each of her brothers when sick. Like how she takes of Dami may differ from Jason. Or how each bat bro takes care of older batsis? Thank you. :)

Caring for Dick when he’s sick is like caring for a small child.Dick curls up in a small ball, either in the Manor or in his apartment, andwhines for attention. He wants you to make him soup, and watch movies with him.Dick will milk a simple cold for all it’s worth, playing up how sick he is andacting like he’s dying for even minor illnesses.

“You have to get up an shower, Dickie“

Dick lets a nasally whine and burrows deeper into thecovers, “I can’t!”

“You’re sick, not dying, little brother. Don’t make me dump abucket of water on you, Richard, Alfred will yell at me for getting you moresick“

“You can’t be mean to me, I’m sick!”

“I can be as mean as I want, you drama queen. I’m your big sister”

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Caring for Jason when he’s sick is like caring for stubborn orangry bull. Jason will deny that he’s sick until he’s physically unable to denyit anymore. He’ll continue to patrol, and fight criminals until his fever makeshim collapse (something you’d normally expect from Tim). That’s when you stepin and are finally able to take care of him.

“You’re not getting out of this bed until your fever is below 100,Jay. And you’re going to drink all that broth”

Jason growls and rolls his head on the pillow so he’s looking atyou with hazy eyes, “Don’ wanna … I c’n patrol”

You gently brush his hair off his forehead, “You’re sick,Littlewing. Just let me take care of you, I’ll take your routes, and watch overeveryone. Don’t worry, just rest”

Jason’s eyes drift close again, a soft smile gracing his features.

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Tim is, surprisingly, theeasiest of your brothers to take care of, especially after he lost his spleen.He rarely ever denies the fact that he’s sick mainly because he understandsthat if he ignores his illnesses, they’ll only increase in severity. Tim doesn’targue about taking his medicine like Dick, he’ll actually take a break fromworking unlike Jason, and he’s willing to accept help unlike Damian. Oddlyenough, Tim now seeks you out to watch movies and go over cold cases wheneverhe isn’t feeling good.

You plop down on the couch nextto Tim, shifting some of the old files around to make room for the popcorn bowl,“So, what case are we looking at today?”

“A string of murders, prettysure it’s the Falcone family, but I need to find some proof” Tim sniffles, andlets out a series of hacking coughs.

“Did you take your medicineyet, baby bird? You know that -”

“I know, I know. I’m due foranother dose, and I know you have it in your pocket, so hand it over”

You smirk at Tim’s pitiful scowl,“It’s all to make you feel better!”

“Mmhmm. I swear, you engineeredthese pills to taste bad on purpose”

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Caring for Damian is liketaking care of a cat. You have to leave the medicine out somewhere he’ll findit and hope that he will take it. For colds, Damian rarely lets you actuallytake care of him, he’ll take the medicine you leave out for him silently and that’sit. For major illnesses, Damian will still take whatever medicine you give him,he’ll even eat the soup that you and Alfred make, but now he’ll let you sit quietlyin him room with him while he sketches.

“You’re sketch of Titus looksreally realistic, Dami”

“Thank you, Y/N. Titus is anacceptable model, he’s able to stay still for long periods of time, until manypeople in this house” Damian’s chuckle turns into a harsh cough.

You silently reach out and handDamian some water. Once Damian finishes half the glass, the two of you go backto sitting in companionable silence. Damian sketches, and you read. Damianmight be your youngest brother but taking care of him is also the simplest.

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ALL QUESTIONS FOR HWAN AND VI PEW PEW

I’M SO, SO SORRY!!!! I HAVE ENTIRELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS ASK!!

Here are the answers for Vi:

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? – Outside the city, exploring caverns. Vi used to work at an animal reservation site, which was a much preferable environment than their abusive household.

Is there any reason why? – Vi loves animals, plus it was a sanctuary for them too.

If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? – In one of the poorer district of Zuian’s capital city.

Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? – Yes, their best friend, Piers uwu

What does home mean to them? – A place of freedom with company they feel safe around.

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? - Dried mushroom jerky, sour jelly, crispy shrimps. Basically anything with interesting texture and taste.

Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? – Probably some very unhealthy cheap snack their mum used to buy her kids to cheer them up. It reminds them of happier times.

Favourite meal to make? – Mushroom stew.

Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen? – Vi used to cook a lot for their family from scraps, and they learned how to make good dishes from leftovers / what was available. For them this was mostly a chore, but after their sister was born they tried to make it more „fun” for her, so she would eat the dull meals with more appetite.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? – Some hidden nook nobody would look for.

Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? – Both at home and at the military they have a small box full of trinkets and souvenirs they like to look through alone, or with their siblings / friends.

Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone? – Not really.

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? – Oh yes! Vi is very touched starved and enjoy receiving hugs. Other way around they like to make sure first the other person is comfortable with hugs, and if so then they like to give big hugs.

What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? – They are very expressive; they like to hang around their friends and family (not the dad bc fuck him), smile a lot, give hugs, make silly jokes, give compliments, lift up others’ spirit, take part in activities the others would enjoy. For strangers they simply smile, just have a vibrant energy, and speak politely.

Overall what are they like with receiving affection from others? – They love it! Can’t get enough.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? – Vi is very observant; they like to see other people happy or content in everyday situations, find little joys in the dull routines. Other than that, THEY LOVE WORMS. If they are outside in the caverns, they are always on the lookout for critters (which is not hard to find, considering it’s their job to maintain the monster and beast population).

What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? Every worm is a treasure. Seeing their loved ones happy makes them happy as well. Also geodes are pretty cool.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them - Devy, I let you fill in the blank from Piers’ POV.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? – Since medicine is really expensive, they didn’t always get appropriate treatment, so they just suffered through the illness until they got better, or forced to be bed bound with a bad fever, in which case medical treatment was a must. Possibly going to suffer from sequela in the near future, like other Zuians! Huzzah for health care!

Who cares for them and in what ways? – At home either their mother or brother. In the military any illnesses are treated immediately and responsibly to prevent the outbreak of epidemic, so medical wards are always accessible.

Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? – It’s a weird feeling for them to be doted on, but they don’t mind. They listen to their caretaker and don’t make a fuss whatever they’re told to do (either to stay in bed and take meds, or to just “man up”).

Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need? – Yes! Whenever someone just gets a bruise, Vi is already there with a kiddie band-aid and healing kiss.

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? – They are very good at non-verbal communication; with reassuring gestures, a smile, giving or lending small objects (ie. reserving their dessert for a friend, giving away their last blunt).

What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech? – Vi generally has the “must be protected” vibe, so people with a spine will always stand up for them and be kind to them.

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? – Hug Piers, hug Sparkles, smoke a blunt.

Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? – Anything about worms.

A hobby? – Learning more about worms, duh. Tending to Sparkles is a good spare time activity. They also like to collect geodes or mushrooms.

Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed? – Vi would definitely enjoy a good bubble bath, it’s a luxury they can’t enjoy at home.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? – Very deeply. Vi is quite emotional, but hides any hurtful feelings thanks to domestic abuse.

Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? - Vi is very empathetic and a good judge of character. That helps them show compassion towards those who need emotional support, or steer clear from assholes.

What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for? – A bit timid and uncertain, but if the person allows then they would hug them, listen to what they have to say, let them tell about their worries, then ensure them with kind words.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone? – If a loved one is around, they would cuddle with them to feel safe. If they’re alone, they would just silently cry.

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of! – Piers (their bff who makes them feel loved), their friends (Vi values friendship), worms (funky little dirt eaters), Sparkles (it’s a slug! and it’s cute!), siblings and mother (Vi just wants the best for them), geodes and quartzite (because they look pretty!), mild drugs (yea).

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? – For their own research they would sketch anatomical drawings. If it’s a personal journal, probably some silly doodles of others and the environment (mostly worms).

What kind of things are written in there? - Their notebook would be very messy, full of side notes written in a fast almost undecipherable way, but with massive amount of information. A journal would be about the highlights of their daily life.

Could you give an example of a nice entry? – “Got detention again for pranking the Cap’. I feel a little bad but I’ve gotta admit, it was pretty funny. Like, the whole soufflé just exploded!! Even the neighboring table got dirty! Anyway, it wasn’t that bad. We had to scrub plates and stuff. Had a fun time spraying each other with water! I think we will get another detention for drenching the kitchen tho.”

🌼 Who are this character’s friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner? – The infamous wimp squad is their found family, and they’ve known each other for hmm three or five years now? I don’t remember what I established. And of course they met in the army, each one of them are from different divisions. Kinda in love a with Piers, but I’m not going to say more!!

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why? – Vi had only one trait when I created them: a weird fascination with worms. And I wasn’t sure they would end up a creepy weirdo or something else, but eventually they became a sweet, lovable weirdo instead.

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them! – I never treat my characters kindly (:

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!! – 10/10 big baby energy.

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why? – Losing Piers :)

(I’ll answer the questions for Hwan another time because I’m pooped right now.)

#ask meme #Vi #handern

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