#i might put it on my snap story but it would probably fly over his head tbh <3

[rkay07]

The One Who Speaks

C!Technobladex Fem!Reader

(You and Techno used to be best friends until he developed a crush on you now suddenly 10 years have passed and all you want is a glimpse of him)

Warnings - A/N: Physical Touch, Make-out session but nothing too heated.

FLUFF!

Word Count: 2.5k

Traveling to Philza’s place for your monthly visit was a nice time to reflect, maybe to do something different, maybe don’t travel through the ocean with nothing but your backpack until you come across a shipwreck to make a boat. Yeah, reflecting. Visiting Philza gave you a sense of peace, hearing his stories, seeing he’s doing alright after everything, seeing it’s possible to move on from things you thought would be forever. He gives you hope that one day you might move on from your own problems, like being alone 24/7, traveling to pass the time, and having this stupid “crush” on Technoblade. When you were pre-teens he all of a sudden stopped paying attention to you and all you could do was accept it, you left him in the dust on your horse, sent away to live with your aunt that was hundreds of miles away. You only started visiting Phil when you heard about the town being blown up, you wanted to make sure he was ok. He was like family to you, so one year ago you decided to make the trip to see him and now you go once a month to catch up. When you first went the first thing you asked him was, “Is Techno ok?” He smiled and shook his head softly, “Y/n, you know him…” he walked to the table you were sitting at with two mugs of tea in his hands, “Technoblade never dies.” You smiled with him, “I don’t know him now but yes. He never dies.” He pressed his lips together at your comment, putting one of the mugs in front of you. You thanked him, and picked it up to warm your hands, “Where is he, if you don’t mind me asking?” Phil looked at you with pity written all over his face, “I don’t mind and remember that, but darling I’m going to be honest with you.” He sighed looking down at his mug, “I haven’t seen him in weeks, he rarely speaks to me anymore…” Your eyes widened, you felt a rush of coldness washed over you. You became cold to the touch even with the hot cup in your hands, “I take that back actually,” You looked up from the mug, ready to take anything he had of Techno, “He checks on me from time to time, sometimes even spends the night but he walks around like I’m not there.” Your eyes soften at his words, sorry for what’s happened between them. You looked at his free hand, taking it into yours and squeezing it, “I’m sure he has his reasons.” He nods, flashing a quick smile. You were worried but you “knew” Techno and he would never neglect someone or something unless he had a reason to but you still questioned it when it came between you and him.

You were still miles away from Philza’s house, and wondering if you might have taken a wrong turn somewhere. You slow your horse down and take a look at your map, glancing in all directions trying to see anything familiar, then you see a landmark that’s on the map. You exhale, the anxiety dissipating as you put the map back into your bag. You snap the reins to walk again when you see a shadow on the ground, a shadow that could only be made if it was in the air. You have your horse come to a complete stop, sliding off and looking at the shadow then up into the sky. A bird was flying high in the sky, making circles around you. You whistle, bringing it down to you. The bird lands and you notice it was a crow! All you could think were negative thoughts, hoping to God that Phil was okay. You pull some seeds out of your side bag, pouring some on the ground for the crow. The crow hops over and sets a scroll down before pecking at the pile of seeds. You pick the scroll up, standing to look at it better.

My dearest Y/n, you’re probably worried that something’s happened to me but I couldn’t be better, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’ll be having company over while you're on your way. I don’t know how far you are but I hope you aren’t too far. I would like you to see them before they have to go, Love Phil.

You smile down at the lovely note, thinking that Tommy might have been there but you have talked to him before at Phil’s house so who could it be. You ponder on it for quite a moment before your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

It could be Techno, you thought.

You roll the scroll back up and put it in your bag, seeing the wonderful crow ate all the seeds up, you chuckle and decide to give him more just out of likeness of the note. You get up on your horse, snapping the reins one last time before setting off to Phil’s house, which wasn’t more than a few miles away.

You see Phil’s house appear in the distance, grinning and kicking at your horse to go faster for this last stretch. All you could think about was possibly seeing Techno, finally locking eyes with him after all these years. You slow your horse down as you approach his house, hopping off before he even comes to a complete stop. You shake dust out of your hair and pat yourself down before knocking on the door. You knock on the door and wait for someone to open it for you. You turn around to your horse that’s neighing at you from behind, you try your best to shush him but he decides to be stubborn after a long and hard ride. You wave him off as the door clicks, you whip your head around to meet Tommy, “Tommy!” You yell, “Ay!” Tommy yells back pointing finger guns at you. You smile at him, raising your arms up to hug him. Laughing as he picks you up and spins you around in the house. Closing the door as he sets you down, “Come on, I want you to see someone.” He says, too fast for you to understand but grabs your hand just as quickly as he spoke pulling you towards the kitchen. Light-headed from the laughing and spinning you stumble behind him, trying to not fall to the ground. He slows down, walking into the kitchen. You keep your hand in his, waiting to see the one and only Techno but when you round the corner you’re met with a transparent figure, almost shiny with the sun beaming through it. You narrow your eyes as it turns around, “Guess you weren’t expecting me?” It says, you’re left speechless, mostly trying not to cry. It was Wilbur. Phil told you about the war, when Wil told him to kill him. Holding back tears, you cover your mouth, “Wil?” You knew it was him but you had to make sure. He nods, making you whimper. You walk up to him knowing you would go right through but you wanted to be close. You breathe out as you look at his face, so dark and light. You raise your hands, roaming the air where his face would be but all you could feel was freezing air. He brings his hands to your wrists, marking them with cold rings. You chuckle softly as tears fall from your face, trying to smile but wince at the every-longing want of his hands in yours. He was such a big inspiration of yours but when you heard he had turned evil it was hard to think of him highly. But then, you heard of his death and it shattered you. When you were little, he was always there for you, especially when Techno started to grow distinct, he was there. You missed him so much but now seeing him, his presence, you finally had closure.

You take a deep breath in and let it out, keeping your eyes on him as you step away. Walking backwards to Tommy, you look at Wilbur one last time as he waves at you. You give him a small wave back before he dissipates into thin air. You turn around to bury your face into Tommy's chest, he hugs you back with watery eyes. You could hear him sniffling, you chuckle, “It’s ok Tommy, he’s in a better place now.” He rubs his eyes and scoffs, “What do you mean, I know that, why wouldn’t I know that. I mean look at me.” You remove your face from his chest, as you look up at him, “I know you needed that as much as I did.” He scoffs again, “No I didn’t, I was perfectly fine without him.” You laugh, making him laugh too, as he shakily breathes in and out, “Oh, how I missed him.” You wipe tears off your face, “Me too Tommy, me too.”

You and Tommy were sitting at the kitchen table laughing when the both of you hear the side door open and loud boots fill the house as they stomp off whatever was on them. You look at Tommy with confusion but all he does is smile, making you even more confused. A loud nauseated voice booms through the hallway, “Hey Phil there’s a random horse eating snow in the front, it has a bunch of stuff on it too-” The giant stops in his tract, this time very real. When he sees you, he pulls his mask down from his face, “Y/n?” You stand up, your eyes not believing it, your mind not believing it, but your heart does. Your heart believes it’s really him, it’s really Technoblade. You clear your throat, not sure what to say, “Uh- hey-” You were always speechless around him, never knowing what to say, how to say it. He takes a step closer as he pulls his gloves off, “Uh…” He couldn’t speak either, his eyes were roaming your body, he wanted them to do all the talking. You and Techno stand there in place just looking at each other for a good moment.

Tommy stands up, making sure to make as much noise as possible, “Hey big guy, how was work-” Techno leans down to Tommy ear’s, “Get out.” Tommy mouths ok and walks off to the front door, saluting at you. You watched him as he walked and saluted back at him. You put your gaze back on Techno noticing he was a little closer than before. You don’t think you can hold it in anymore but with it being 10 years, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. You watch him as he stops just a couple feet away from you, your breathing becomes heavy, heat rushes to your cheeks. You open your mouth to speak but nothing except a chuckle comes out, he watches you look at the ground and to the side looking out the window. Every inch of you is on his mind, he takes his hand and brings it to your chin to draw your attention back to him. You look at him with doe eyes, thinking about all the times he looked at you with those same charming eyes. You pull away though not wanting to get too close, not wanting to feel the same urge you felt when you were just a kid. You look away towards the window for a second but he pulls you back, now arm around your waist and hand on your chin, keeping your eyes on him.

You find it hard to not look at him with your faces only inches apart, his long pink hair falling over his shoulder and into his face. You cave in finally, your eyes traveling his face for it has been too long since you’ve seen him, “Techno…” You breathe out, his breathing becoming just as heavy as yours. You find the back of his neck with one hand and the back of his shoulder with the other. Gripping at his shirt, he looks down at your lips, “Why did I wait so long?” Your heart flutters at his words as they roll off his lips and onto your own. You mouth I don’t know, giving him a weak smile. His lips part as he moves his hand from your chin to your cheek, running it along once before diving into a deep kiss. You took a breath before his lips crashed down on yours, interlocking your fingers in his hair. He pushes you against the table a little rough, “Sorry.” he says in between a kiss. You couldn’t care less about being rammed into a table but you loved that he cared for you, “It’s ok.” You whisper, keeping the kiss going and placing your hands on the table to brace yourself. He slowly snakes his tongue into your mouth as he finds your hands and intertwines them with his. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue roaming your mouth, you grip his hands tight, making him moan. He continues to kiss you like it was the last time you were ever going to see each other, touch each other. But he wasn’t going to let that happen, he wasn’t going to pull himself away from you ever again. He wanted you more than ever before, finally having you in his arms.

You slowly start to pull away but Techno wants one more long kiss before accepting your movement, resting his head on your shoulder. He needed that break as much as you did, his breath raspy and deep on your neck. You wrap your arms around him, as he does the same. You look up to the ceiling with tears in your eyes, happy tears. Happy that you finally get to express your loving feelings to this hunk of stoicness. He glides his touch from your waist to the back of your legs, picking you up and putting you on the table with no effort. You gasp when he picks you up, looking deep into his eyes to find love and affection. He pulls you as close as possible, making you wrap your arms and legs around him. You rest your forehead on his, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help but do the same. Your smiles always gave him warmth, from his ear tips to his toes. He always liked that about you and it has never changed, even after all these years his memory of you has never faded. He leans back so he can see you better, scanning for any new details.

He cups your cheeks and rubs his thumbs on your skin. He’s hot to the touch, making you want to melt in his arms. A single tear falls from your eye, he’s quick to gently wipe it away, kissing where the droplet was then kissing your forehead. He looks down at you, taking an impossible step towards you, “I’ve loved you for too long, to give up,” He pauses and glances at your lips, “I’ll make it my life’s mission to never let you go…again.” Your breath hitches, you couldn’t believe he was saying this to you, finally. You let out a breath with a big smile and your head vigorously nodding at his remark. He smiles back with a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. He picks you up and spins you around for a moment then plants you on your feet. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you give him a couple of nice soft pecks on his chapped lips. You were forever happy to have him by your side now, even if he had to work. The both of you hear the side door open, “Techno! I need your help with the hay bales!” Philza’s voice rang through the house before you both heard the door close and footsteps went down the outside stairs. You look up at him and pout. His eyes narrow down the hall towards the side door, “He can wait.” Before you know it you're off up the stairs to the spare bedroom Techno sleeps in, making sure to lock the door behind him.

#c!techno #c!technoblade #c!technoblade x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade fanfic #technoblade fluff #technoblade never dies

[terapsina]

Send a Fandom: Legacies - 5, 18 / Ship: Hope/Lizzie - 20

For this ask game.

5. ...the scene from it that lives in my head rent free.

So, my mind is admittedly very one track and so yeah, the scene that's taken up place in the back of my head and built a very cozy, very permanent nest is a shippy one.

I can't believe they gave Lizzie an actual '10 Things I Hate About You' MONOLOGUE that honest to goodness culminates on an actual "And [I hate you] for making me love you, Hope Mikaelson."

There's everyday blatant shipping bait... and then there's putting Lizzie inside a 90's romcom modern adaptation of a Shakespeare play.

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Another, less ship focused scene that has taken up permanent space in my head though might be the one with the extremely misfortunate vampire that tried vampsplaining their nature to the Mikaelson tribrid.

Hope feeling like it was a new low for her? Hilarious.

18. ...the perfect number of books/seasons/movies needed to tell this story properly.

Definitely more than 4.

They were JUST getting their sea-legs underneath them 😭.

More specifically... I think 7 or 8 seasons would have been just around perfect. It would have been just in that BtVS or Charmed sweet spot of a series that's long enough to explore the characters and their relationships properly, without losing steam and getting boring.

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20. ...how and when they should get/should have gotten together.

I adore slow burns, I wouldn't change a thing about any of the stuff that happened between them before Hope snapped Lizzie's neck.

And I also wouldn't change most of the stuff that happened while Lizzie was sired to Hope (it was too freaking perfect). My one change here - and how I'd begin the process for them as the endgame - would probably be doing an actual acknowledgement of how Lizzie's "I love you." was absolutely meant as an "I'm in love with you.".

I'd still maintain those thirsty, frustrated Lizzie moments from whenever Hope's being all aggressively attractive and kinda mean. But maybe making them just a little bit more textual.

Or maybe by having the No Humanity!Hope taunt her about the feelings?

Wait... ooh, I know. I'd have moved around Lizzie and Jen bonding from after the Grand Road Trip Breakup, to before. And Hope would get a bird's-eye view that would have culminated in something along the lines of petty and jealousy-flavored (not-that-she'd-admit-it) "Well, don't you move on fast?"

Then I'd move everything back to how it went down in canon (including the bits where Hope and Lizzie both were decidedly not acknowledging the sire bond and its implication after Hope's humanity came back to the forefront).

Except that when MG dropped his confession I'd have had Lizzie telling him that she's in love with Hope.

The actual getting together thing in my perfect version of events would happen in season 6 (with season 5 being Hope healing from Landon's death, and coming to terms with her developing feelings for Lizzie just as Lizzie's trying to move on).

Said Actual-Getting-Together portion would include: one badly timed almost confession on Hope's part which would fly over Lizzie's head because they'd be in the middle of dealing with the latest disaster and Hope wouldn't actually be all that clear about it; and one brief span of time where Hope thinks Lizzie's dead and goes on a very Mikaelson rampage about it.

And then bada-boom-bada-bam there's a Big Damn Kiss that sweeps Lizzie off her goddamn feet.

The last season or two would be them just being the badass power-couple of the show (exactly as they've been the entire time, actually, except that they'd literally be a couple).

And THAT is how I'd get them together if it were up to me.

#hizzie #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #legacies #answers #ask game #isagrimorie #otp: we're in this 'til the bitter end #terapsina rambles #terapsina's legacies rambles #...okay so now that i've written this out i kinda actually want to fic it

[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter Eleven

Here's 11, guys. I hope you enjoy it. Please remember that comments and reblogs give me life and my works reach.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: all the warnings. Bryce being an ass, Poe being soft, trauma, mention of violence and torture. If you guys haven't caught on yet. This is a rough story.

Word Count: 2828

Previous Chapter

Master List

Chapter Eleven

The blade cuts through your quad, pressing deeper and deeper as it slices through your flesh. You try not to scream, you try to hold it back so that Poe doesn’t know, but the pain barrels down on you, crushing you under the weight of it. 

The scream rips from your throat, broken and distorted as you try to pull away. They haven’t even asked you a question yet. Just cutting your legs as they please. When they’re done, they simply staple you back together and leave you in that room. 

“Keep them separated for now. Tomorrow, we’ll search her back for that tracker.”

They leave the room and turn off all the lights, leaving you in complete darkness. You sob, letting yourself break down in the silence. At least Poe can’t see your weakness here. 

Your stomach is bleeding again. The staples don’t hold very well. But that just means they get to hurt you more, closing them back up. Then they rotate your table until you’re suspended over the floor by your wrists, ankles, and a strap around your hips. 

They begin cutting along your back, digging their fingers into the wounds carelessly. They linger, ripping your skin and muscle as they search. 

“Maybe it’s in one of her organs.” One of them says excitedly at the end of your session. 

“Close her up.” The leader says vaguely and you don’t know if he’s taken to the idea. 

They leave you in silence, face down. The dripping of your blood on the tile is the only sound you can hear. 

***

You wake up with a groan, rolling off your bed before you can wake up Bryce. He hates it when you wake him up with your screaming. You pull on your favorite sweatpants, but they just don’t hold that level of comfort anymore. 

You pull on a hoodie that you think used to belong to Poe, but you’ve claimed it now. You open the door and slip out quietly, your boyfriend never making a sound. 

The base is quiet. Patrols are skeleton crews at the moment. The day after Poe made you sleep in his bed, a flu outbreak swept through the camp. Just when Leia thinks you have it under control, it makes another round. 

Poe has been in sick bay for three days now on a second round of it, and there’s no sign of him improving. Which means you can’t go see him. Unfortunately, it also means you haven’t been able to sleep properly for a few days. And, ashamedly, you haven’t been to the mess hall to eat. The noise is too much, you can’t handle it alone. 

Your mind drifts to Poe, wondering if he’s as miserable as you are, or if he’s having a blast with all the female healers doting on him hand and foot. 

Poe

“Hey, buddy.” Snap says from the glass panel. He sounds way too cheerful for how sick Poe feels. Probably because he hasn’t been puking his guts out for three days. 

“You could sound sad.” Poe retorts with a groan. 

“I tried. Didn’t really work out believably.” He says, sitting in the chair. “How you feeling?” He asks. 

“Awful. But I haven’t seen Y/N come in, so I guess she’s steering clear of it, which is good. How’s she doing?” Poe asks, half rolling over to face the big guy. 

“I haven’t seen her in a couple days.” Snap admits. “With everyone being sick, those of us able to stand have been running patrols nonstop. Leia has anyone who can fly in their cockpit.”

Poe immediately thinks of you, flying their ship off that planet. “Even Y/N?” 

“No. She’s still not cleared for duty. Leia thinks she lied on her report.” He says. 

“What? She wouldn’t. Why would Leia think that?” Poe demands, half pushing himself up. 

“Easy. Lay back down before you hurt yourself. Maybe lied is the wrong word. Omitted might be better. You put all the events in your report. Hers simply said you were interrogated before managing to escape. There’s several days in your report that she isn’t accounted for because she wasn’t with you.” Snap says apologetically. “Leia doesn’t want to clear her for duty until she can provide details about what happened to her.”

“That’s bullshit. Leia thinks she turned on us?” Poe rolls his eyes. “If she had, the First Order would already have wiped us out. If they had gotten what they wanted, they would have killed us on the spot.”

“Then why not say what happened?” Snap sighs. 

“Maybe because it’s too horrible for her to remember.” Poe seethes. “It wasn’t exactly a relaxing vacation.” 

“Okay. I’m aware of that.” He holds up his hands in surrender. “All I’m saying is, she’s holding back.”

“Will you just go check on her? Make sure she’s eating.” Poe sighs, rolling back over. 

“Sure, sure. I’ll check on your girl.” Snap says with a secret smile. 

“Shut up.” Poe closes his eyes, his stomach churning for a whole other reason than the flu. 

***

Snap is blocking your way into the lab. Arms crossed, serious looking, intimidating. 

“Snap.” You start, frowning as you move to swipe your card. He shifts and blocks your hand. 

“Have you eaten today?” He asks. 

“Um…” you hesitate. 

“Let’s go.” He hooks his arm through yours and steers you towards the mess hall. 

“Did Poe ask you to do this?” You sigh. 

“Maybe. But I also haven’t seen you in a few days.” He says, opening the door for you. 

The noise hits you, people laughing and joking as they eat in the bright light of the early morning. You take an automatic step back, bumping into Snap’s chest. 

“It’s okay.” He reassures you. 

“It’s just the noise. It takes me by surprise sometimes.” You sigh. 

He watches you for a second and you can see the question lingering right in front of his forehead. He wants to know what happened to you. But you feel confident that he won’t actually ask. You take a deep breath and enter the big room. It’s harder today to ignore the noise, but you make a solid effort. 

“Have you been to see Poe?” He asks as you select a small bowl of fruit. 

“No. I figured I’d let him get his rest.” You say. 

“And how are you feeling? Any chills, nausea?” He asks. 

You look up at him and he assumes an innocent look. “I’m fine.” You mutter, going to sit next to Beau. 

“Hey, friend.” He grins. 

You slump back in your chair with a small smile. “Hey, handsome.” You say, but the teasing feels hollow. You’re too tired, too drained. You haven’t slept right, too many nightmares. 

You fall into silence as everyone else talks, picking slowly at your fruit. It has no taste, just mush in your mouth. 

Snap calls your name and you look up. “Are you going back to the lab?” He asks. 

“I don’t think so.” You sigh. “I don’t think I can focus today. I might go try to get some sleep.” 

“I think that’s a good idea.” He nods. 

You push your chair back, and pick up your half finished tray. Snap takes it, sliding your bowl onto his own. “I’ll take care of it.” He nods. 

“Thanks.” You say, turning for the door, squeezing Beau’s shoulder. 

You head back to your room, debating on visiting Poe, but ultimately deciding against it. You need to be able to go on without him at your side constantly. You have a dangerous profession and there’s always the possibility that he might not come back. The very thought breaks you, but you have to go on. 

You open the door to your room and stop short when you see Bryce laying on your bed. 

“You’ve been gone for hours.” He complains. 

“I-“ you start, but you have nowhere to go. 

“Come here.” He gestures, patting the spot next to him. 

You crumble. You miss Poe, you miss the way he holds you so safely, so gently. You just… you just want to be held. You cross the room, sliding under the sheets. Shame creeps up your neck as you twist into his arms. But you don’t know why. Shameful because you’re so needy and you were just thinking how you need to survive on your own? Or is it because this isn’t the person you want to be holding you, even though this is your boyfriend? 

Your eyes fill with tears and you hide your face as his arms wrap around you. 

“Sh, sh, it’s okay.” He says softly, stroking down your back. Something feels off, but you can’t tell exactly what while you’re drowning. 

You sense it a split second before you feel it, his hand on your ass. You put your hands on his chest to try and push him away. His arm around your neck tightens, and his hand on your ass slides down to your thigh, pulling it up around his hips. 

Your heart hammers in your chest. You’re not ready for this. You’re not ready for him to see your scars, not ready for him to touch you like this. 

“Bryce,” you warn, trying to get his hands off you.

“It’s okay.” He assures you, his hand sliding back up to your waist. 

“Stop it.” You demand, grabbing at his wrists. 

“Baby, it’s gonna be okay.” He says, his hand sliding up under your shirt. 

“Stop it!!” You yell just as his fingers brush against your stomach and he freezes. 

He looks down and despite how hard you’re pulling on his wrists, he pulls up on your shirt to expose your abdomen. He stares for a long beat, his eyes darting up to your face and then back down. His face changes into one of horror and he pushes you away from him slightly. 

You scramble off the bed and he launches himself up and out the door without another word. You drop to your knees, exhausted and feeling raw, like a nerve that’s been scrubbed to the point of fraying. 

He reacted exactly as you feared he would; horrified, disgusted. He literally ran away from you. Maybe you should have told him, warned him. You fucked up.

You brace your hands against the floor, gasping for air. Water falls between your hands, splattering on the floor. Small drops seep into the rug and you can’t figure out where the leak is coming from. Your arms shake from the effort of supporting you and suddenly, you don’t know why you’re even trying. You ease yourself onto your side, holding your ribs as they start to ache. The cold floor feels good, familiar at the very least, after your time spent in captivity.

What if Poe is just as disgusted? He should be, your mangled body can’t hold any interest for him. But to see that happen would probably kill you.  

***

The temperature in the room drops considerably. It starts off slow, nothing you notice at first, and could just be because of the blood leaving your body. And then you start to shiver-teeth chattering, full body shivers. Then you can see your breath coming out in shaky puffs. 

You flex your fingers and toes, they’re stiff and they ache. You can feel them crack in the cold, almost as if they’ve turned brittle. You close your eyes, hoping to just pass out and stop the suffering. 

You’re almost there, sleep is right around the corner. Your breathing has evened out, although you’re still shivering. And the reason behind sleeping is questionable. Are you passing out from the cold? Or just falling asleep from being so tired?

Lights blare on, bright and painful. Loud music blares through the speakers, jarring you awake with a violent jerk. The music pulses and beats, throbbing through your entire system as it blocks out everything. 

Your vision blurs, the floor seems to be warping as you look at it. You feel dizzy, like liquid. There’s a buzzing at the back of your skull. 

Your table spins upright and troopers walk in, each carrying a long stick. The first steps forward, and in your lucid dreaming state, you can almost see him grinning beneath his helmet. The lights begin to strobe, flashing in unintelligible patterns. The first trooper swings his stick, catching you in the stomach. It knocks the wind out of you and you gasp, sucking in air painfully. It’s not enough. 

They take turns beating you, hitting every where they can reach. Two of your fingers break from the impact, the stitches all over your body pop open, leaking blood. Your lip splits, the skin on your chin cracks. 

They still don’t ask you a question. 

They leave just as suddenly as they came in, and you’re alone in the freezing cold, the darkness, the silence. 

It’s been days. You think, anyway. You can’t tell for sure. Possibly days since you’ve been captured. The longer you’re here, the less likely it is that you’ll escape. 

The cold sets into your bones, shaking you violently as you shiver. Your limbs go numb, eyes drift closed. A loud screeching noise rips through the silence, jerking you back into consciousness. Your groan turns into a frustrated scream as the cycle continues. 

You wonder if maybe you can just slip into unconsciousness. They can’t question you if you aren’t awake. Your thoughts drift to Poe, your best friend. Hopefully they aren’t doing the same to him. His name lingers on your lips as you start to fade, letting your mind go blank, numb. 

Hands are shaking you, your name being called frantically. You lurch away, hitting at the hands holding your before you’re even fully aware. You scramble back, hitting your head against what turns out to be the bed frame. Your eyes don’t wanna open but you force them to anyway. 

Makimbo. His dark face, half hidden in the long evening shadows, looking at you, etched with worry, his hands held out in what should be a calming gesture. Over his shoulder, Beaumont, looking just as concerned. 

“What?” You snap, heart racing as the fear settles into you. 

“We just wanted to make sure you were okay. No one’s seen you all day.” Beaumont says carefully. 

“That’s my fucking business. I don’t need anyone checking up on me. I’m not a kid.” You push Makimbo’s hands away, pulling yourself up onto your bed. 

“Y/N,” Makimbo starts, his deep voice gentle, placating, but to you right now-belittling.  

“Just get out. Leave me alone. I don’t fucking need anyone monitoring me.” You snap, glaring at them. 

“Okay.” Beau says, pulling on the back of Mak’s jacket. “Let’s go, buddy. She doesn’t need us.” They leave and you clench your shaking hands, stuffing them under your aching legs. 

Fuck. You shouldn’t have done that. They’re your friends. You sniffle, shame burning your face. Fuckfuckfuck. 

Bryce!

Your head shoots up and you’re off the bed and out the door in an instant. You have to talk to him, explain. You run to his room, but he’s not there. 

You rummage through his stuff, finding his schedule-but no, he’s not on shift at the moment. You run towards the mess hall, skidding to a stop when you see Ulrich, Bryce’s friend. 

“Ulrich, have you seen Bryce?” You ask breathlessly. 

He eyes you suspiciously for a second. “I saw him running towards the hangar.” He says. 

“Thanks.” You turn around and head that way, aching and sore. This is the most active you’ve been since escaping. 

You burst through the door, breathing hard and you look around. He’s not near the doors so you make your way deeper in, keeping an eye out for him. 

“Bryce?” You call. 

“He’s not here.” A voice calls from inside an engine. You can’t tell where it’s coming from, though. 

“Oh.”

“He took his girlfriend’s ship a couple hours ago and took off outta the hangar like a mynoc out of a cave.” He says and your stomach turns. 

“He… he took my ship?” You frown. 

There’s a loud clang. “Shit. Y/N?” 

“Did he say anything? When he’d be back? Where he was going?” You ask. 

“No. Didn’t even wait for clearance.”

“Thanks.” You sigh. “You need anything while you’re in there?” You ask and he chuckles. 

“Aircon, a beer, a new engine.” He says. 

“On it.” You reply. 

“Hey, Y/N?” He calls. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m glad you made it back. Place just isn’t the same without you.” 

“Oh. Thanks.” You turn to leave, but a mini fridge catches your eye. You open it and pull out a beer, twisting off the top. “Make a noise, where are you?” You call. There’s a bang just in front of you and you set the beer on his tool box. “Good luck with the engine.” You say. 

“Thanks.”

You head back inside, feeling confused. Why would he take your ship?

Chapter Twelve

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Just Allergies?

Ao3 | Author's Note | WC: 10,004

It was just a sore throat, Hiccup had been assuring his team all day. Just allergies. Just pollen. Nothing to worry about. 

But they weren’t convinced, especially not when his voice finally gave out as they ate dinner that night. He was in the middle of telling a funny story when, after a rasping squeak, he stopped talking, a baffled look crossing his face. 

“Are…you okay?” Fishlegs said hesitantly. The rest of the team fell silent, awaiting Hiccup’s response. 

Hiccup coughed, swigged some water, and coughed again before croaking, “I don’t think I can talk much more. My throat–” 

Astrid leaned forward, eyes widening. “Is it worse? Should we fly and get Gothi? Are–” 

“Astrid!” Hiccup rasped. “Really! It’s just allergies. Nothing I can’t handle.” He drank some more water, grimacing as he swallowed. “Darned pollen.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Snotlout said around a mouthful of chicken. “You look kinda red.” 

“It’s the fire,” Hiccup said wheezily. “That’s all.” 

“I might be wrong,” broke in Tuffnut, “but I’m pretty sure fires don’t do that to people.” He gestured at Hiccup, who shot him a glare, then resumed eating his fish. “But what do I know?” 

“Nothing,” snickered Ruffnut. “Nothing at all.” 

“You take that back!” Tuffnut growled. There was a brief spat between the twins, until Astrid loudly cleared her throat and they went quiet. 

“Look, I’m telling you guys I’m perfectly fine,” Hiccup said hoarsely after a moment. “I just need some tea and a good night’s rest, is all.” 

The rest of the team traded worried glances. “Hiccup, I think–” began Fishlegs, as at the same moment Astrid leaned to touch Hiccup’s arm. 

“I said I’m fine!” Hiccup snapped, causing his friends to jerk back in surprise. He stood up, a scowl crossing his face. “Stop worrying about me!” He turned and began stalking up the hill towards his hut. “Come on, Toothless.” 

As the black dragon slunk apologetically away from the rest of the group after Hiccup, the team exchanged looks again. 

“Gosh, I hope he’s not sick,” Tuffnut said, his brow furrowing as he finished off his fish. “I mean, it’s probably just allergies like he said, right?” 

Astrid looked over at the small figure trudging away from them up the hill, his dragon walking worriedly at his side. “I…hope so,” she mumbled. “If Viggo’s men decide to attack and Hiccup is sick–” 

“Hey! We held ‘em off before,” Tuffnut said. “We can do it without Hiccup. He’s not that cool.” 

Snotlout waved a chicken leg in the air, earning an offended look from Tuffnut, who pulled his pet chicken closer. “Personally I think we would be fine without the ‘Great Hiccup’,” he said confidently, putting a sarcastic emphasis on the last words. “It’s not like he’s super necessary, you know?” 

“Then why do you look so worried?” shot Fishlegs. 

“I’m not worried! I’m relieved that maybe we won’t have to deal with Hiccup’s bossiness for a day or so!” 

“Everybody, shut up,” Astrid growled. “This really isn’t something to joke about. If Hiccup truly is sick, we have to make extra preparations, and take care of him.” She scowled at them all. “And don’t go saying we would be fine without Hiccup, or that he isn’t necessary. Without Hiccup, we wouldn’t even be here. Dragon riders wouldn’t be a thing. So just….shut up !” 

“It’s called sarcasm ,” said Snotlout slowly, like Astrid was a child who couldn’t understand what he was saying otherwise. “Perhaps you might have heard of it.” 

“Yes, Snotlout, I know! I know what sarcasm is! How could any of us not know, not when Hiccup–” She broke off, drawing a deep breath. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be getting so worked up, not when we could be down a team member.” She sighed, tightening her grip on her mug of hot chocolate. “I’m just…worried.” 

“Aww, Astrid is worried for her pookie poo,” Ruffnut said teasingly. Tuffnut and Snotlout snickered. 

A split second later, Astrid’s hot chocolate had made its way onto the unfortunate Ruffnut, and Astrid was tossing her mug angrily to the ground. “He’s not my pookie poo,” she hissed. “I will kill anyone who disagrees.” 

“Geez, calm down,” said Tuffnut. “She was just teasing.” 

“That’s just the problem! None of you are taking this seriously!” Astrid massaged her forehead with her fingertips, then stood. “You know what? I’m going off to bed. See you all in the morning.” 

The rest of the team watched her storm away. “Guys,” said Fishlegs in his best lecturing voice, “I think maybe you went a little too far with the ‘pookie poo’ thing.” 

“Oh, really? You think so?” Snotlout rolled his eyes sardonically. “Come on, though. You gotta admit it was funny.” 

Fishlegs scratched under Meatlug’s chin, looking doubtful. “Okay, yes, it was funny, but I don’t think Astrid wants to admit that it’s true…. It just made her angrier to hear someone say it out loud.” 

“Wait.” Tuffnut stared at Fishlegs in disbelief. “You mean to say that Astrid actually thinks of Hiccup as her pookie poo? Like, for real? You’re not pulling my leg?” 

Fishlegs squinted at him in disbelief, and Ruffnut wheezed, “Haha, pulling your leg– hahaha— cause Hiccup only has one – hahaha–” 

As the twins dissolved into uproarious laughter, Fishlegs put his head in his hands. “Oh, Thor,” he groaned. “I think Astrid was right.

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Astrid was up by dawn the next morning, dressing quickly and stepping out into the cool air. After feeding Stormfly, she walked around to see if Hiccup was anywhere nearby. He was usuall the first one up, so he should be around. However, she didn’t find him down by the dock, or at the forge. In fact, after a careful search of the entire outpost, she realized that he was not outside at all. He always left a note at the forge if he went for a flight on Toothless before anyone was up, but there hadn’t been one, and Toothless’s saddle was still hanging on a peg on the wall. With sudden panic clogging her throat, Astrid half-sprinted, half-stumbled up the hill to Hiccup’s hut and burst through the door. 

The hut was completely silent, with an eerie stillness coating the atmosphere. Astrid saw Toothless curled up on his sleeping platform, his eyes trained worriedly on Hiccup’s bed. Upon Astrid’s entrance, the dragon raised his head and released an anxious mooooooooooowwww.

“I know, bud,” Astrid said as she hurried past the dragon, leaning over Hiccup’s bed. Hiccup was buried beneath his blankets, mumbling something unintelligible. “Hiccup!” Astrid tugged the blankets off his head. His eyes were closed, and he was flushed and sweaty, his hair plastered to his forehead. “Hiccup!” Astrid repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a vigorous shake. “Hiccup, wake up!” 

“Hoozewaffle,” Hiccup muttered darkly, rolling over in his sleep and ignoring her. Astrid bit her lip, then reached out and shook him again.

“Hiccup! Hiccup, come on, you gotta wake up!” Please wake up! “Hiccup!” 

“ Snargfoofen ,” Hiccup insisted vehemently. His eyes flew open a moment later, and he stared up at Astrid with bleary perplexion and a slight hint of unrecognition on his face. 

“Whazzz wrrrong?” he slurred, still half-asleep, before sneezing like a chipmunk and closing his eyes again. 

Concern thrummed in Astrid’s chest as she knelt beside Hiccup’s bed. “Hiccup, you’re sick. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?” 

“Ssssssick?” He groaned, flinging one arm dramatically over his face, before suddenly sitting bolt upright, his eyes wide as sleep cleared from his face. “Wait, I have to– it’s daybreak?!” he croaked, staring at Astrid in horror. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner? How could I have overslept??” In a panic, he threw his blankets off and tried to get out of bed, but was stopped by a burst of coughing. 

Astrid placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto his pillows and covering him again with the blankets. “Hiccup, you’re sick. You can’t do anything today.”

“But there’s so much to plan, I don’t–” His face wrinkled, and he sagged backwards, a massive sneeze shaking his body. “I can’t–” AAAACHOOoo. “Viggo could–” AAAACHOOOO. “We need–” AAAAaaaAACHOOOOO. “Uuuuuughhhh.” Hiccup sniffled miserably, sinking into his pillows with a groan. 

“See? You can’t do anything today, okay?” Astrid reached out and felt his forehead– it was alarmingly hot beneath her wrist. “You’ve got a pretty bad fever. Let me go get Fishlegs, okay?” 

Hiccup blew his nose vigorously in a handkerchief. “Okay,” he said stuffily.  

Astrid threw him one last worried glance, then headed towards the door. Toothless moved over to Hiccup’s bed and dropped his head on the boy’s stomach, resulting in an oooooooof from Hiccup, who sneezed on the dragon a moment later. Astrid shook her head and slipped out of the hut to find Fishlegs. 

Fishlegs’ hut was relatively silent as she approached it, save for the massive snores emanating from it. Astrid couldn’t tell whether it was Fishlegs or Meatlug doing the snoring as she pushed the door open, and after a moment realized it was a combination of both. Fishlegs was hanging half-off of his bed, one arm resting on Meatlug’s head. Astrid walked over to him and leaned down.

“Fishlegs!” she yelled directly in the boy’s ear. 

“AAAAAAAAAH!” Fishlegs shrieked and jolted awake, limbs flailing wildly. He relaxed upon seeing Astrid. “Thor, Astrid, what was that for? Can’t a man sleep in peace?” 

Astrid rolled her eyes. “Look, Hiccup’s sick. He’s got a pretty bad fever, and I think his throat is probably still hurting him. What can we do?” 

Fishlegs rubbed his head, nose wrinkled in thought. “Well, he needs to drink a lot of water to stay hydrated. He should rest, of course, and if someone can sponge his face with a wet cloth every now and then to cool him down….” He paused, ticking off items on his fingers. “Oh! Steam, too, to help him breathe; and tea for his throat.” 

Astrid nodded. “Okay. Rest, liquids, steam, a cold cloth—” 

“I can make the tea,” offered Fishlegs. 

“Right. I’ll wake up Snotlout and tell him to boil some water.” Astrid dashed out of the hut without stopping to thank Fishlegs, who yawned before going to prepare the tea. 

After several difficult moments in which Snotlout wouldn’t wake up, Astrid finally dumped a pitcher of water over his head. “Idiot! Wake up!” 

Snotlout opened one eye, looking offended, then sly. “That anxious to see me again, huh, Astrid?” he smirked. 

“Shut it! I need you to boil some water.”

Snotlout stretched, looking confused. “Why?” 

“Because Hiccup’s sick, and he needs steam. Also bring some to Fishlegs; he’s going to make tea for Hiccup.” 

“What about you?” Snotlout said grumpily. “Are you doing anything?”

“Yes, of course!” Astrid scowled at him. “Now go! Boil the water!” 

“Okay, okay! Don’t fuss!!” Snotlout climbed out of bed like an old woman and, muttering to himself, grabbed a pot and left his hut. 

Astrid, in the meantime, filled a kettle with water and brought it into Hiccup’s hut. She poured some into a cup, then went over to Hiccup’s bed, where the boy was curled in a shivering, sniffling heap. Toothless moved out of the way, and Astrid knelt by the bed, holding the cup to Hiccup’s lips. “Drink,” she ordered. “You need fluid.”

Hiccup swallowed the water, making a face. “Your throat?” Astrid asked. Upon Hiccup’s nod, she hummed in sympathy. “Fishlegs is bringing you some tea that should help with that. How’s the breathing?”

“Not great,” croaked Hiccup. “My nose is all stuffed up, and there’s this horrible pressure in my head too.” He coughed. “I feel awful.”

“Snotlout should be in soon with some boiling water,” Astrid murmured, “so you can breathe better. I’m sorry you’re sick.” 

“It’s fine,” Hiccup rasped, blowing his nose. “I’d rather it be me than anyone else.”

Astrid dipped a cloth in the kettle of water and pressed it against his forehead. “Yeah, well, I wish it was anyone but you,” she said, then, when his green eyes flickered to her in surprise, she quickly backtracked. “In case Viggo attacks, I mean. It would be a bad time for him to do so.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup mumbled. “It would, wouldn’t it?” He sighed, causing Toothless, who sat attentively to the right of Astrid, to moooow softly. Clearly he was worried about his human— and so was Astrid. So far, Hiccup was looking more flushed. If Fishlegs and Snotlout didn’t show up soon, Astrid might just cut their heads off with her axe. 

The thought made her smile a little. Astrid glanced over her shoulder at Toothless, who sat with his tail curled around his feet and a miserable expression on his scaly face. He yowled faintly, his pupils dilating in distress. 

Hiccup rolled his head to look at Toothless. “Hey, bud,” he said softly, stretching out one arm with his hand open. Toothless wiggled with excitement and thrust his nose into Hiccup’s palm, making a series of anxious sounds as he looked up at his human. “I’m fine, Toothless,” Hiccup murmured, scratching under Toothless’s chin before dropping his arm in exhaustion. His eyes fluttered closed. 

Astrid bit her lip and sponged his forehead again, exchanging a glance with Toothless, who nuzzled against her in worry. “It’s okay,” Astrid whispered to the dragon. “He’s in good hands.”

Toothless didn’t look convinced, especially when Snotlout and Fishlegs burst in noisily a moment later. Snotlout carried a steaming pot of water, and Fishlegs bore a gigantic mug filled with what Astrid assumed was tea. The two were arguing loudly about whether or not Snotlout had actually boiled the water, and Astrid glowered at them viciously. “Guys! Could you maybe shut up?” she hissed. 

The two boys’ eyes widened, and they glanced at Hiccup before stopping their arguing. “Sorry,” Fishlegs apologized. “I, uh, I made some chamomile tea with lemon and honey. It should help your throat a lot.”

“Thanks,” Hiccup grated, taking the mug Fishlegs offered him and taking a long sip. In the meantime, Snotlout set down his pot of hot water, and Astrid fanned the steam towards Hiccup with her hands. 

Snotlout grabbed a chair and plopped into it, putting his hands behind his head. “So, Hiccup. How ya feeling?”

Hiccup glared at Snotlout over his mug of tea. “Obviously I feel amazing,” he said in a stuffy voice. “Fantastic. On top of the world.” He rolled his eyes. “Geez, how do you think I feel?”

Snotlout huffed. “I was just trying to be nice!” he said defensively. 

Hiccup grunted into his mug. 

Fishlegs sat on the floor beside Astrid, staring intently at Hiccup. “Is….everything good?” Astrid said warily, glancing at Fishlegs. “I mean, am I missing something or—”

“No, sorry, I was just trying to see if there were any more symptoms. You know, bloodshot eyes, incoherent babbling, blood.”

“Blood?!” 

Fishlegs held up his hands. “ Joking.” 

“Incoherent babbling? Why would that be a symptom? Hiccup always incoherently babbles,” put in Snotlout. 

“Says you,” scoffed Astrid. She glanced at Hiccup, who was still drinking his tea, and then back at Fishlegs and Snotlout. “He should probably rest after this. I think maybe you guys should go in a minute…”

Snotlout gave Fishlegs a sly look, then leaned forward and said brashly to Astrid, “Oh, so you can get some alone—”

Fishlegs lunged towards Snotlout, clamping a hand over his mouth, and grinned a little too widely at Astrid. “We were just leaving!” he said cheerily. “You just rest, Hiccup!”

“Thanks,” croaked Hiccup. He finished off his tea, watching as the two boys stumbled out of his hut, Snotlout muttering about how Fishlegs always ruined his fun. When they were gone, Hiccup glanced at Astrid. “You don’t have to stay, you know,” he said hesitantly. “I…I’ll be all right.”

Astrid reached out and took the mug from his hands, setting it aside, before soaking the cloth again and pressing it to his forehead. “I don’t have to,” she said, trailing off a little and not meeting his gaze, “but I want to.”

Hiccup stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, and then smiled softly. “Okay.”

Astrid cleared her throat, setting the cloth aside and fanning a bit more steam at his face to help clear his sinuses a bit. “I think you should probably try to go back to sleep now,” she told him. 

“What, after you woke me up?” Hiccup smirked at her, his expression quickly morphing into a grimace as another coughing fit blossomed in his lungs. When he had finished hacking, he pulled his blankets up over his shoulders. “I guess you’re right,” he said with a yawn. “I do feel really tired.”

“Be prepared for me to make you drink a ton of water when you wake up,” Astrid warned him. 

He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Noted…...I might not drink…it all…..” His voice trailed off, and he nestled into his pillow, his breathing evening out. 

Astrid busied herself by filling a mug with water for when he woke up, then with scratching Toothless’s chin for a few minutes in an attempt to reassure him. Toothless eventually curled up, still seeming anxious but content to rest for a bit, and Astrid sat on the floor by Hiccup’s bed again, drawing her knees up to her chin. She watched the sleeping boy worriedly, but he was dozing peacefully, a small smile etched on his face. His breathing was a little raspy, but no more than before, thankfully. 

Astrid sighed, studying Hiccup’s face for a few moments before leaning her head against the side of the bed. She closed her eyes, praying Hiccup would be all right and that Viggo wouldn’t decide to attack anytime soon, and that everything….would be…just……..fine……..

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“Are you sure we should go back?” questioned Snotlout, looking at Fishlegs skeptically. “When we were there like, an hour ago, Astrid almost bit our heads off. I’m not exactly thrilled about going back.” 

“Gosh, I’m glad I wasn’t there,” put in Tuffnut, who, together with Ruffnut, was polishing Barf and Belch’s scales. “Astrid is scary.”

“She wasn’t scary!” Fishlegs said. “She would have been if you had said that thing I stopped you from saying—” he narrowed his eyes at Snotlout— “but I think she was mostly just worried about Hiccup.” He frowned. “And Hiccup could probably use some more tea for his throat, and some moral support from his team! Am I right?” He glanced at the rest of them for confirmation. 

“The only support Hiccup wants right now is Astrid’s,” Ruffnut snickered. “I doubt he wants us.” 

“Of course he wants us!” Fishlegs retorted, looking hurt. “We’re his best friends!”

“Yeah, and Astrid is his best best friend. He doesn’t—”

“Guys! Let’s just go, okay? Either way he needs more tea, and probably some food.” Appearing more confident, Fishlegs trotted into his hut, returning a few moments later with a mug and a satchel. “All right. Mount up and let’s go!” 

“We’re bringing our dragons?” said Snotlout incredulously, even as he climbed into Hookfang’s saddle. 

“Why not?” Fishlegs climbed onto Meatlug, waiting until the twins had mounted Barf and Belch, and then the four of them lifted into the air and flew towards Hiccup’s hut. 

“This is gonna be so fun,” grumbled Snotlout as he pushed open the door. “I mean, it—”

He trailed off, staring in disbelief. Hiccup lay snoozing in what looked like an extremely uncomfortable position, twisted half off the bed. Astrid was leaning against the side of it, sound asleep, with Hiccup’s hand resting limply against her cheek. Toothless lay watching them curiously, his tail flicking, and upon Snotlout’s entrance he lifted his head, snuffling the air. 

Snotlout wheezed, slapping a hand against his thigh. “You guys gotta see this,” he choked. “You gotta—”

At Snotlout’s exclamation, Astrid’s eyes fluttered open, zoning in a moment later on Hiccup’s hand against her face. Her gaze then traveled upward to his head, which was a little above her, and then over to the rest of her friends and their dragons, who stood in the doorway trying to suppress their laughter. There was a moment in which Astrid appeared to be processing all that was happening, her eyes wide and darting from face to face, and then—

“EEEEYYYAGHH!!” Astrid bolted upright with a shriek, accidentally whacking herself in the face with Hiccup’s hand. That, in turn, woke Hiccup up— he blinked sleepily at the upside down faces of his friends before twisting back onto his bed. 

“Hah! Uh! Hi— hi guys! Um hi— N-nice to see you all, I-I— I was just—” Astrid gulped, looking frazzled. Her hair stuck out in every direction. She coughed awkwardly. “I was, um, just—”

“You fell asleep ,” jeered Snotlout. 

Hiccup, who was blowing his nose, froze, glancing first at Astrid, then Snotlout. “You fell asleep too, Astrid? Are you feeling all right?”

“I feel fine! I just closed my eyes for a moment, a-and I didn’t sleep so well last night so I guess I was tired—”

“You didn’t sleep well? I bet I can guess who you were thinking about,” Ruffnut giggled. 

Astrid flushed, running a hand over her frizzy hair before getting to her feet and shoving water at Hiccup. “Okay, all of you just— shut up, okay? Hiccup, drink your water.” Astrid stormed across the room to grab the tea Fishlegs had brought. “Why are you all here, anyway?”

Fishlegs tapped his fingertips together, looking awkward. “Well…I thought Hiccup could use the moral support of his team—”

“That’s a really nice thought, Fishlegs,” Hiccup said froggily. “I appreciate that.”

Fishlegs beamed, glad somebody was grateful for his efforts. “Have you eaten anything today?” he asked. 

Astrid gasped. “ Thor !” she cursed. “I didn’t think of that, I—”

“Astrid, it’s okay,” rasped Hiccup. “You’ve done a lot for me already.” 

“Don’t worry, Astrid, I already thought of it. I brought some food for him.” Fishlegs held out the satchel he’d brought. “Some bread and dried fish.” He paused, considering. “Have you eaten either, Astrid?”

She shrugged. “I guess I kind of….forgot.”

“Well then, eat some of it too,” Fishlegs ordered. 

Hiccup and Astrid did as Fishlegs said, as the rest of the gang made themselves comfortable. “We should figure out a schedule for who sits with Hiccup,” said Fishlegs. “Astrid’s already done a lot, so we should give her a break.” Ignoring Astrid’s sound of protest, he continued, “I can do it next, and then maybe Snotlout?”

“Guys,” Hiccup interrupted, looking exasperated. “I’m not dying. I just have a cold. It’s not that serious.”

“But—” began Astrid. 

“Really. Fishlegs is right, Astrid. You should take a break.” Hiccup drank some of the tea he’d been brought, then broke into a coughing fit, followed by a violent sneeze. He lay back, massaging his forehead with his fingers. “Oh, Odin.”

Toothless roared gently, crawling up to the bed and resting his chin beside Hiccup’s head. “Hey, bud,” said Hiccup fondly, scratching the dragon’s chin. He glanced at the others. “See? I have Toothless to take care of me. I’m fine. You guys don’t wanna hang out with me all day, do you? You could get sick yourselves.”

“That’s true,” whimpered Snotlout, as if he hadn’t thought of that before. He pulled his shirt up over his nose. “Guys, we could all be breathing in his germs right this second. Probably not a great idea to hang around.” 

“Well…yeah, I mean, probably not.” Fishlegs shrugged, acknowledging this. “I guess we probably should go.” 

“What, and miss the opportunity to get sick?” Tuffnut drew a long breath, an appreciative look on his face. “All those germs. So awesome.”

“You’re weird,” Ruffnut scoffed. 

“Yeah, but we already knew that,” her twin responded. They burst into snorting laughter, head-butted, and then got up and went over to Barf and Belch. 

“Well, we’ll check in on you later,” said Fishlegs, looking back at Hiccup. “Try to rest.”

“Thanks, guys,” Hiccup said, blowing his nose and watching as they trailed out, one by one. He glanced over at Astrid, who stood beside his bed, looking uncertain. “Astrid? You should go, too.”

“But I—”

“Actually, would you mind patrolling the Edge for a bit? Just to check that nothing’s going on.” Hiccup gave a raspy cough and took a drink of tea, green eyes fixed on Astrid. “Will you do that for me?” 

Astrid sighed. “Okay. I guess so.”

Hiccup nodded. “Thanks.”

Astrid reluctantly went to the door and opened it, giving Hiccup a halfhearted wave. He smiled back, but she heard him blowing his nose as she closed the door and went off to find Stormfly. 

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Hiccup said he was feeling a little better that evening, and sat on the grass outside his hut with Toothless, watching the sunset and doodling in his journal. Astrid, who felt like maybe she should back off a little, worked on trimming Stormfly’s talons, glancing every now and then towards the small figure up on the hill. There was a heaviness in her chest she couldn’t quite describe, but she ignored it, resolutely blocking it from her mind. 

When she had finished with Stormfly, she climbed on the dragon’s back and went for a last patrol around the Edge, hoping also to clear the fogginess in her head. There was nothing unusual to be seen, so at last Astrid landed and headed to check on Hiccup a last time before she went to bed. 

He was still outside, coughing a little and making notes in his journal. A slight chill was settling in the air, and with a bit of concern Astrid said, “You should go back inside. It’s getting damp.”

Hiccup quickly closed his journal on her approach, his gaze flicking to her face. “Ah, yeah, you’re right,” he answered, getting slowly to his feet and stretching. “It’s just so nice out here.”

“How are you feeling?” 

“Mm…still better than earlier. I guess I’ll see how tomorrow is.” He shrugged. “You haven’t felt sick at all, have you?”

“No, no.” Astrid scuffed the toe of her boot across the ground. “I’m fine.”

“Good.” Hiccup hesitated, his journal clutched in one hand, before stepping forward and giving Astrid a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for all you did today,” he said softly in her ear, placing one hand gently on her arm. “I really appreciate it.”

Astrid’s mouth opened, but no sound came out, and then Hiccup was gone, the door of his hut clicking softly closed. Astrid gathered her jaw off the ground after a moment, then smiled a little to herself and walked dreamily off towards her own hut. Hopefully Hiccup would be completely better by tomorrow. Then maybe they could go for a flight together, or a patrol, or maybe go fishing, or axe-throwing, or just hang out....

The stars were shining softly as Astrid entered her hut, and at that moment anything seemed possible. 

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“—rid.” 

Someone was speaking to her, a muddled underwater sound, and Astrid scowled, clamping her pillow over her head and rolling away from the voice. “Go away,” she mumbled groggily, still not fully awake. 

“Astrid!” the voice persisted, and she felt something shake her shoulders. “Astrid, Hiccup’s worse. He’s not responding to anyone.”

“WHAT?!” With that, Astrid flung her pillow to the floor and jolted awake, eyes wide. “He’s unresponsive?!” 

She found herself staring into the alarmed face of Snotlout, who clearly expected her to impale him or some other such thing. “Um,” he said after a moment, “yeah. His fever has gone up, he’s coughing really bad, and his breathing is super raspy. His eyes look really weird, too. Kinda glazed. Like Hookfang when he’s eaten too many fish, heh—”

“Why wasn’t I woken up sooner?” Astrid said frantically, shooing Snotlout from her hut so she could change. “How could I have slept in?!”

Cursing herself, she quickly got dressed, then bolted out of her hut, mounted Stormfly, and flew to Hiccup’s home in a flash. She burst inside to find everyone else already huddled around Hiccup’s bed, looking grim. Toothless had been exiled from the hut, having been so worried he accidentally trashed Hiccup’s hut with his anxious movements. 

“Astrid,” greeted Fishlegs cautiously. 

“What— what does he have? What is he sick with?” Astrid fell to her knees beside the bed, squeezing between Ruffnut and Snotlout. “I thought it was just a cold!” She stared at Hiccup. He was tossing feverishly back and forth, mumbling incoherently. His eyes were closed, and a dark red flush suffused his face beneath his freckles. His forehead was sweaty, with his hair sticking to it, and the rest of his visible skin was unnaturally pale. 

“He’s been like this since I got here an hour ago,” Fishlegs said. “And he’s been throwing up really bad, too. I don’t know why he’s worse. He was feeling better yesterday, right?”

“That’s what he said,” Astrid answered, panic forming a lump in her throat. She grabbed for a cloth and a bucket of fresh water someone had brought, dipping the cloth into the water before using it to sponge Hiccup’s face. As she did so, she glanced anxiously at Fishlegs. “Has he spoken to you guys at all?”

“He opened his eyes once or twice,” Fishlegs responded, “but he didn’t say anything. We tried talking to him but he just looked confused, and then passed out again.”

“Yeah. He’s being a real airhead this time,” Snotlout said, making a weak attempt at a joke, before he sighed heavily and looked at his feet. 

Tuffnut leaned over his sister to look at Astrid. “When his eyes were open, they were suuuper creepy. Kinda like a Whispering Death’s. All white and cloudy— no pupils at all—”

“No, he had pupils,” said Ruffnut, “his eyes were just really weird.”

“Not gonna lie, this is giving me massive Asia fondue to the time Hiccup almost died as a kid,” Snotlout remarked casually. 

The rest of the gang stared at him in horror, not bothering to correct Snotlout’s misspoken words as their minds flooded with memories of the circumstance he had just brought up. When he was a child, just seven or eight years old, Hiccup had caught a disease that was going around the region. For two weeks he had battled the sickness, and none of Berk had known whether he would live or die— it had seemed as if it would be the latter. Eventually, though, the frail boy had pulled through, although it took a while for him to fully recover. 

Snotlout was right. This was highly reminiscent of that time, although back then none of them had associated much with Hiccup. 

And this time, it was worse. Astrid could tell that the fear burning in her own chest was not unique to her— from the looks on the others’ faces alone, she knew they felt it too. 

“I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Fishlegs said in an attempt to be cheerful. 

None of the others responded. Astrid reached out and gave Hiccup the gentlest of shakes. “Hiccup,” she said, quietly at first, then louder, “Hiccup!” 

The boy mumbled, his brows furrowing, and grabbed wildly at his sheets, his head rolling back and forth on his pillow. “No,” he muttered, his fingers tensing. “Please.”

Astrid swallowed, glancing at the others. “A nightmare, do you think?” she whispered. 

“A fever dream, probably,” Fishlegs said. “So yeah, basically.”

“He needs to wake up.” Astrid tapped Hiccup’s chin with her finger. “Hiccup! Hello! Wake up!”

“I don’t think that’s gonna work,” said Tuffnut. “You gotta really try.” 

“Tuff, what—”

Tuffnut gave a bloodcurdling yell, leaned forward, and booped Hiccup on the nose. 

“That wasn’t any better than what Astrid did, dummy,” Snotlout scoffed. “Booping his nose isn’t gonna do anything.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you try something, Mr —”

“Wait, no!” Astrid leaned forward. “I think he is waking up!”

Hiccup’s eyelids were fluttering madly, a distorted grimace crossing his face. “No,” he whispered softly a final time, before his eyes opened just a crack, then widened fully. Their leafy green color was dull and faded, glazed over in an eerie sheen. Hiccup’s eyes moved over each of their faces in turn, confusion and unrecognition mingling on his countenance.

 “Hiccup?” Astrid said gently. “How do you feel?”

“Astrid—” Fishlegs said warningly. 

Astrid didn’t listen, instead reaching out and touching Hiccup’s hand, which rested atop his blankets. “Hiccup,” she repeated. “Are you okay?”

He stared at her, his gaze hollow. She felt his hand trembling beneath her palm. His lips parted slightly, not a shred of recollection on his face. He didn’t remember her. He didn’t know who she was. That realization was more crushing than anything else that could have happened, and Astrid faltered, withdrawing her hand. 

“He doesn’t know who I am,” she said haltingly. 

“It’s the fever,” Fishlegs replied. “He’s delirious, I think.”

Astrid swallowed, unable to tear her gaze from the green eyes that didn’t recognize her. Hiccup returned her stare, his facial muscles clenching in concentration, before he abruptly rolled his head away, his lashes fluttering shut again. He began to mutter vaguely, sweat shining on his forehead.

Fishlegs locked his fingers together, his thumbs fidgeting back and forth. “I think maybe we should go to Berk and get Gothi,” he said anxiously. 

Astrid’s stomach lurched. “It’s that bad?” she whispered. 

Fishlegs didn’t reply, instead glancing at the twins and Snotlout. “Ruffnut and Tuffnut, would you guys go with me to Berk? I should go so I can say what Hiccup’s symptoms are, and there might be medicine and stuff to transport too.” 

“Cool by me,” Tuffnut answered, getting to his feet. “Come on, sis.” 

Fishlegs stood up as well, turning towards Astrid and Snotlout. “If he wakes up, make him drink some water,” he instructed. “And wipe his face every now and then with a wet cloth to cool him down. Don’t let him get up, okay? And remember– fluids. If he keeps throwing up like he was earlier, he’s gonna be really dehydrated.” 

Astrid nodded, glancing at Fishlegs for a brief moment. “Safe flying,” she said haltingly. 

“Thanks.” He hesitated, looking at Hiccup, and then added, “We should be back in five to six hours. Hold on till then.” 

“We will,” Astrid answered softly. 

The door to the hut swung shut with a resounding thud , and Snotlout and Astrid traded a long look.

“So uh….” Snotlout cleared his throat, casting a glance towards Hiccup. “Maybe I should patrol for a bit while they’re gone. Just for peace of mind that Viggo isn’t attacking, you know?” 

Astrid stared at him, feeling suddenly grateful. While there was reason to scout around, she knew Snotlout was mainly offering to patrol so that Astrid had an excuse of being alone with Hiccup. Because Thor, she needed it. Just to reassure herself that…just to reassure herself. 

“That would be great, Snotlout,” Astrid murmured quietly after a moment, looking away so she wouldn’t betray her emotions. “Thank you.” 

“Of course,” Snotlout replied. “You can always count on the Snot!” Grinning, he backed away, slipped out the door, and was gone. Astrid heard him telling Toothless to calm down, and then there was silence. 

Astrid sighed, shaking her head. He really could be a sweetheart sometimes, although usually she just wanted to strangle him. But he did have his moments, she’d grant him that. 

She reached for the cloth and sponged Hiccup’s face again, accidentally waking him up. Remembering what Fishlegs had said, Astrid snatched up a mug of water and brought it to Hiccup’s lips. “Hey,” she said gently. “I need you to drink this. Can you do that for me?” 

Hiccup stared at her, his forehead wrinkling. A violent cough rasped in his lungs, and he gasped for breath, sucking in air desperately before looking at Astrid again. His eyes were still clouded with fever, but silently he accepted the cup and drank from it, draining it dry. Astrid refilled it and offered it to him again. 

Hiccup dutifully took a few more gulps, then looked at Astrid, his breath rattling. “W-who are you?” he said shakily, slowly, as if he wasn’t quite certain. “I…I can’t recall your name–” 

Astrid’s fingers tensed. After a moment she responded, “I’m Astrid. Do you remember me at all?” 

He shook his head faintly, his lips trembling. “I– your face is familiar but I don’t…I don’t….” He trailed off, another cough seizing his thin frame. 

“That’s okay,” Astrid quickly soothed him, resting a hand on his arm. “You’re sick. It’s just affecting your memory a little bit.” 

“My memory,” he repeated, taking another drink of water and looking perplexed. He gave another weak cough, his eyelids fluttering sleepily, before his face twisted in nausea. Predicting what he was about to do, Astrid grabbed a bucket and held it in front of him, and Hiccup threw up into it, then sank back into his pillows with an expression of exhaustion. 

Astrid gave him some more water, and he drank it slowly, his face pale, his eyes dull. Astrid set aside the bucket, and Hiccup glanced at her apologetically. “S-sorry,” he stuttered, his teeth chattering as a chill took hold of him. 

“Don’t be.” She offered him a small smile, hoping to reassure him. 

A sudden breeze gusted through the hut from an open window, and Hiccup shivered even more violently, burrowing under his covers. His whole body shook uncontrollably, and yet another hacking fit seized him. Hiccup coughed so hard his face turned beet red with the effort, and his bedframe shook. When he had finished, he rolled his head across the pillow tiredly, a grimace on his face as his chest rose and fell in raspy breaths. 

“Try to rest,” Astrid said softly, reaching out after a moment of consideration and placing her hand lightly on his arm. He looked down at it, his gaze hollow, before reaching his other arm across and gripping her fingers loosely in his. 

Astrid swallowed, wishing he would remember her but knowing that in his fever he probably wasn’t aware of much of anything. She watched as Hiccup’s eyes closed, his face twitching, before his breathing evened out somewhat and he fell into a restless sleep. 

With a sigh Astrid rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand, anxiety burning in her throat. She hoped that the others would reach Berk quickly, and get the supplies they needed. She hoped Hiccup would be all right. She hoped….

She caught sight of Hiccup’s journal, poking out from beneath his pillow, and moved it to a table behind the bed so it wouldn’t cause any unnecessary discomfort. A scrap of parchment slipped from the pages of the journal, drifting to the floor, and Astrid leaned down and picked it up. She was about to slide it back into the journal when her eyes caught a single word, or rather a name. 

Her name. 

Astrid’s breath clogged in her throat, and she glanced at Hiccup’s sleeping form before grasping the parchment more tightly, her fingers shaking as she brought it closer and peered at the messy scrawl covering its surface. It appeared to be part of a page that had been ripped out somehow, and bore several fragments of sentences that Astrid couldn’t figure out due to their incompletion. But she could see her name, written plain as day at the right edge of the scrap, each letter formed in jumbled, swooping handwriting. 

Astrid ran her finger across the scrap of paper, every part of her being longing to flip through Hiccup’s journal to the page the fragment had been torn from, but after a moment she replaced the fragment in the front cover of the journal, pushing it away. Forcing the thought of it from her mind, she turned back to Hiccup, staring at his face. 

Why are you writing about me? she thought, wanting to wake him up and ask him, but knowing at the same time that she wouldn’t have the courage to go through with it. Astrid Hofferson was unafraid of most things, but bringing her feelings into the light was possibly her greatest fear, and she wasn’t about to ruin her friendship with Hiccup, either. 

Especially not while he was sick, although it was likely he wouldn’t remember the encounter. But still, it was a risk she wasn’t willing to take, so she rolled her lips together and sat in silence by the side of his bed. 

After a half hour or so, Hiccup woke up sick again. After he had emptied the contents of his stomach and drunk a mug of water, he tossed feverishly back and forth on his pillow, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed, and an expression of discomfort on his face. After several moments of watching him thus, Astrid said, “Hey. Hiccup. C’mere, okay?” 

He stared at her, not comprehending, so Astrid slid her hands gently under his arms and tugged him over to her, resting his head beneath her chin. Hiccup was quiet, his eyes flicking upwards to look at her, and Astrid ran her fingers through his tangled hair. “You’re okay,” Astrid whispered to him. “It’s okay.” 

Hiccup’s tense body finally relaxed in her arms, and he let out a long, hoarse sigh, his fingers twitching. Astrid focused on his hand for a moment, watching as slowly he moved it upward, finally sliding it into her free hand, which rested lightly on his chest. Hiccup’s hand trembled in hers for a moment, his palm hot with fever, before slowly, uncertainly, he laced their fingers together. Then, before Astrid could fully grasp what was happening, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers lightly. 

“Thank you, milady,” he murmured in a rasping whisper, pressing their clasped hands against his cheek and rubbing his thumb across hers. Astrid’s heart soared. He remembered her! He remembered her…he….

She was trying to collect her thoughts when a soft snore met her ears, and she looked down to see Hiccup had dozed off in her lap, his lashes splayed across his freckled cheeks. Astrid chuckled softly, then, feeling particularly bold, leaned down and cupped his face in her free hand. She was going to place a peck on his cheek or forehead, but after a moment of listening to his slow breathing, decided to risk it and placed the softest of kisses on his lips. His were warm and soft, if not slightly chapped, and she wished that somehow he could return the kiss before she reluctantly pulled away. 

After she had checked that he was still asleep, Astrid again tangled her fingers in his hair, a sigh escaping her as she felt him shift in her lap, his head bumping her chin. She doubted she would have this chance anytime else, so she settled back, enjoying the feel of Hiccup in her arms, a thing that likely would never occur again. 

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Hiccup stirred a few times in the next few hours, but didn’t wake up until the sun was beginning its journey down the length of the sky. When his eyes finally opened again, they were glazed and unfocused once more, and Astrid swallowed the hope she had harbored that maybe he was finally getting better. 

“Hey,” she greeted him softly, helping him to sit up a little and propping him against her shoulder. “Here’s some water for you.” She handed him a mug, and Hiccup took it, his fingers brushing hers. He drank the water slowly, his gaze wandering to Astrid’s face, where it remained for quite some time before finally he looked away. 

“How do you feel?” Astrid questioned him. 

Hiccup frowned, staring down into the depths of the mug. “Pretty rough,” he said hoarsely after a moment. “Like I’ve been run over by a dragon.”

“I’m so sorry,” Astrid murmured. “Hopefully Gothi will arrive soon with medicine for you.” She peered at him closely, but he didn’t appear confused upon hearing Gothi’s name. Maybe he was still more aware of things now, at least. 

Hiccup took another drink of water, then coughed, a miserable expression crossing his face. “I feel like someone dragged a knife down my throat,” he mumbled, drawing a few shallow breaths. “Or like somebody filled my nose with water.” 

“Would tea help at all?” Astrid asked. 

Hiccup glanced at her, sniffling loudly. “Mm…maybe,” he said doubtfully. He coughed again. “At least I don’t feel nauseous anymore.” 

“And it seems like you’ve returned to your senses a bit,” Astrid added. 

Hiccup started. “Was…was I out of my senses?” he said, alarmed. “What did I do? Did I say anything weird or–” He paused, a flush crossing his face that wasn’t related to his fever. “...I….didn’t, right?” he finished in a small voice. 

Astrid chewed her lip, wondering if he remembered kissing her hand. “No,” she said finally. “You didn’t.” 

Hiccup looked relieved. “Good. You never know, huh?” He chuckled nervously, then began to cough again. Astrid poured him some more water. 

A sudden commotion erupted outside the hut just then. Snotlout was yelling something along the lines of “get your feet off me, you dumb reptile!” and then there was a muffled thump against the door that rattled the hut. A moment later, the door flew open, and Toothless galloped in, skidding across the floor and crashing into a chair. He crawled up to Hiccup’s bed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his pupils wide in curiosity. 

“Hey, bud,” Hiccup greeted the dragon weakly, leaning against Astrid as Toothless excitedly sniffed his hands. “Yeah, I missed you too.” 

Snotlout limped into the hut a few seconds later, his helmet askew, with twigs and mud stuck to his clothing and a large scratch across his face. “What happened to you ?” Astrid questioned. 

Snotlout made a face. “Well, we were patrolling, and then Hookfang decided it would be a brilliant idea to dive into a lake to catch a giant fish, and then later we crashed into a thicket because he got scared by a widdle tiny wobin and flew out of control.” He scowled, pulling a branch from his hair. “Honestly, he’s such a scaredy cat.” 

Astrid smirked, and Hiccup gave a wheezy laugh beside her. Snotlout plopped down on a stool, regarding the two with interest. “So Hic,” he said breezily, brushing dirt off his pants. “You feeling better?” 

“I mean….” Hiccup sniffled and shrugged. “Not really. I think maybe the fever could be breaking, though. I feel a little more ‘with it.’” He glanced at Astrid. “Astrid’s been really helpful.” 

“Yeah, I bet,” snickered Snotlout. Hiccup looked confused, and Astrid leaned down, snatched up an old sock that Toothless had discovered under Hiccup’s bed that morning, and chucked it at Snotlout’s face, clobbering him directly in the nose with it. 

“Ew! Gross! What was that for?” shrieked Snotlout, jumping off his stool as if he’d been slapped. 

Astrid glared at him. Hiccup’s gaze shifted between the two in confusion before he took another drink of his water. “You two are weird,” he commented. 

Snotlout snorted and opened his mouth to say something, but Astrid threw a blanket at him and nodded. “ Snotlout is weird,” she corrected. “Not me.” 

“Ha! As if!” Snotlout smirked, leaning forward. “I could mention a few things–” 

“Shut up,” Astrid hissed. 

Snotlout threw her a wink, then glanced pointedly at Hiccup, who stared back, a puzzled look on his face. “Am I missing something?” Hiccup said slowly after a minute, pausing to blow his nose. 

“Nope! You’re not missing aaaaanything ,” Snotlout said in an exaggerated tone. He stood and stretched, adjusting his helmet. “Just a few key things that you may or may not figure out eventually.” He plucked a twig off of his vest. “No biggie, though.” 

“Hm.” Hiccup frowned into his mug, then sighed and shifted against Astrid’s shoulder. “The others are bringing Gothi, you said?” 

“Yes,” Astrid confirmed. “They should be here any minute now, although at this point I think you’ll be fine. But still, maybe she can help you get better faster.” 

“Yeah,” Hiccup agreed, closing his eyes.

Astrid took that as an opportunity to shoot daggers at Snotlout with her eyes, glaring at him so ferociously his own eyes widened in surprise. “What?” he whispered. “I was just teasing!” 

“Yeah, well, you– you shouldn’t. You’re wrong about that,” Astrid whispered back. “I’m…it’s not like that.” 

Snotlout rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled. “Of course.” 

Astrid was about to say something else, but at that moment the door flew open and Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Gothi, Gobber, and Stoick burst in. “Hiccup!” Stoick exclaimed, hurrying forward and kneeling beside Astrid. 

Hiccup’s eyes opened and focused on his father. He gave a tired smile. “Hey, Dad.” 

“Son. How are you feeling?” Stoick questioned anxiously. 

Hiccup hummed. “Still gross. I think I’m past the worst of it, though.” 

Gothi stepped forward, whacking Tuffnut with her stick and snatching a leather bag from his hands. She raised her eyebrows at Gobber, then began scratching on the hut’s dirt floor with the end of her staff, forming sloppily carved symbols. 

“Eh…” Gobber frowned, placing a finger on his chin. “She says that ye need tae give Hiccup a mixture of the tree bark, herbs, and belches–” Gothi whacked him with her stick. “Sorry, berries– that she brought, and it should settle ‘im right quick.” Gothi scrawled in the dirt again, and Gobber added, “Oh, and he has to take it once every hour along with a cup of warthogs–” Thwack! “Beg yer pardon, water. ” Gobber nodded in satisfaction, and Gothi stopped writing.  

“And….that’s supposed to help him?” Astrid asked dubiously. 

“Yes,” Gobber confirmed. “But don’t kill the messenger if it don’t work.” 

Gothi shot him a glare, and Gobber stepped quickly out of reach of her staff.

Astrid began rummaging in the bag Tuffnut had been holding, pulling out the required ingredients. She and Ruffnut pounded them into a dusty mixture, then poured a helping into a cup of water and handed it to Hiccup. 

Hiccup gripped the cup and looked at it doubtfully. “Er…what does this taste like, might I ask?” He didn’t say anything else, but Astrid could hear his unspoken question. Gothi’s medicines had a reputation for tasting absolutely horrendous. 

Gothi frowned and scrawled something in the dirt. “She says…” Gobber’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead. “Well, not that I’ll say it aloud. But basically, lad, she says to hush yer yap and drink up.” 

Hiccup shrugged, flinched, and drank the concoction in a gulp. This produced a fresh fit of hacking. Stoick, trying to be helpful, gave Hiccup a giant whack on the back with his hand, which resulted in Hiccup’s eyes bulging from his head and his coughing only getting worse. 

“So….” Gobber scratched his head. “Is that all then? I gotta admit, it’s just a wee bit less than I was expecting.” 

“What…were you expecting?” Hiccup said breathlessly, fighting to draw air into his lungs. 

“Eh, I dunno. I thought mebbe she would extract blood, but I guess I’m not as much of an expert as I thought.” Gobber shrugged, looking disappointed. 

Gothi brightened and wrote something else in the dirt. 

“Ah, she says that drawing blood might help with the frog!” Gobber said excitedly. 

Thwack ! 

“...Fever, I mean,” Gobber corrected himself, rubbing his arm. “I’ll go get some pointy objects!” 

Hiccup made a strangled noise around the last bits of coughing. 

“I think– he’s probably fine,” Astrid put in hastily. 

Hiccup shot her a grateful look. 

“Well, if ye say so. But let me know if the chance should arise!” Gobber twirled his mustache. “Feel better then, laddie. I got to get Gothi back to Berk safely.” 

Gothi scowled at him and hobbled out of the hut in front of him. Gobber gave a last wave, then trailed out behind her. 

Stoick turned back to Hiccup. “Well, son, I wanted to check in on ye. Seeing as how ye’re doin’ fine, I might head back as well. There’s a big meeting tonight I need to be there for.” 

“I understand, Dad,” Hiccup croaked, scratching Toothless’ head as the dragon nosed his side. “Thanks for coming.” 

“Anytime.” Stoick hesitated, then gave Hiccup an awkward one-armed hug. “I hope ye feel better.” He nodded at the rest of the riders, then ducked out of the hut as well. 

Tuffnut flopped onto a chair. “Well, I’m glad that’s over with,” he groaned. “That flight was horrible. Fishlegs was talking the entire time about a scrape Meatlug has on her paw. And Ruffnut wouldn’t shut up either.” He rolled his eyes towards his sister. 

“Aw, you know you love me,” she jeered, giving him an affectionate punch to the arm. 

Hiccup laughed, then took a long drink of water, exhaling in a long sigh. “Well, thanks so much for doing that,” he said. “It means a lot.” 

“I’m glad you’re getting better, Hiccup,” Fishlegs said earnestly. 

Astrid didn’t say anything, but she fully agreed. 

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Three days later, Hiccup was fully recovered, and able to sit around the fire again at dinner with his friends. The meal that night was fried fish and potatoes, or at least it was supposed to be. Fishlegs, who had prepared the food in celebration of Hiccup's recovery, burned the potatoes to a crisp and seasoned the fish so heavily it tasted like seawater. However, it was all they had on short notice, so the gang scraped off the fried, seasoned part of the fish and ate the meat instead, which was just a bit better (he had burned the fish too). 

After they had finished eating, Ruffnut surprised them all with mugs of hot chocolate. “I didn’t know you could cook, Ruff,” Hiccup commented as he sipped his hot chocolate and discovered it tasted very good, shockingly enough.

“I didn’t either,” Ruffnut said with a shrug. “Not that this is really cooking, but yanno.” 

“This is amazing!” Fishlegs gushed after taking a long drink, a hot chocolate mustache having appeared on his upper lip. “You should make this more often.” 

“I agree,” Snotlout chimed in. “Especially during winter. That’d be nice.” 

“But it’s so much nicer to have a Thorston sandwich in winter to keep you warm,” complained Tuffnut. “Who needs hot chocolate when you have two hot–” 

“On that note,” Astrid broke in quickly, “it’s getting pretty late, guys. We should probably head to bed so we’re well rested for tomorrow.” 

“Astrid’s right,” put in Hiccup. “We need our strength.” He stood and dumped water over the fire to put it out. Smoke billowed through the air, and the twins, coughing and choking, wheezily said goodnight to the rest of the gang and headed off to their hut. 

Fishlegs finished off his hot chocolate and stood, brushing crumbs off of his pants. “I’ll say goodnight too, then,” he said cheerfully. “See you all tomorrow!” Fishlegs was about to head off, but glanced pointedly at Snotlout. He sat smirking at Astrid and Hiccup, who were trying very hard not to look at each other. 

“Snotlout, doesn’t Hookfang need to be fed?” Fishlegs said. 

“Hm? No, I fed him–” Snotlout caught Fishlegs’ urgent look and jumped. “Oh! Right, I forgot to feed him actually, haha! I’ll, uh, go do that.” He stood up, said goodnight to Hiccup and Astrid, and headed off with Fishlegs towards their respective huts, their dragons trailing behind. 

Hiccup and Astrid remained sitting in silence, staring into the last embers of the fire. Astrid was just getting ready to say goodnight and head to her hut, when Hiccup broke the silence, startling her. 

“So um,” Hiccup said, staring down at his hands. “Astrid…I wanted to say that I–” He paused, his brow furrowing in what appeared to be panic, before his face cleared slightly. 

Astrid looked over at him, hoping he would chalk her red cheeks up to the remaining glow from the fire, and not anything else. Such as the fact that she was sitting alone with him.  

“I…really appreciate all you did. While I was sick, I mean,” Hiccup said awkwardly. 

“Oh!” Astrid stared into her empty hot chocolate mug, her face burning. “I– It was nothing. Really. I was just trying to be helpful.” 

Hiccup gave her a side glance, his lips tilting upward in a smirk. “That’s what Snotlout said.” 

Astrid coughed, slamming her mug down. “So? H-he didn’t mean anything by it, he just…” 

He chuckled, leaning towards her so their shoulders touched. “Well, still. I really appreciate it.” 

Astrid nodded, fiddling with a loose string on her skirt and not looking at him. “I– yeah, of course. Anytime.” She bit her lip, staring out across the moonlit sea.  

There was a long silence, and a breeze blew softly past, rustling the grass and trees. Astrid felt the stillness stretch and swallowed, wishing she could think of something to say. But her mind was blank. 

Beside her, Hiccup examined a scratch on one hand, then darted a look at her. After a moment, he cleared his throat, scooting even closer so their thighs were pressed together. He turned slightly towards her, placing one hand on her knee. “Astrid?” 

“Y-yes?” Astrid stammered, her cheeks ablaze. She glanced at him, tensing up slightly and feeling her heart hammer in her chest like a frightened bird. 

Hiccup considered her thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled gently, reaching out and sliding his fingers under her chin to cup her face. Astrid shivered at his touch, and Hiccup stared into her eyes for a moment, sweeping his thumb lightly across the skin beneath her lower lip. Then he leaned forward, his breath ghosting her lips, his other hand resting on her knee, before he brushed her mouth softly with his own. For a moment all Astrid was aware of was him , kissing her, his lips caressing hers tenderly, his thumb rubbing against her chin, but all too soon it was over. He pulled away slowly, his eyes sparkling at her in the firelight, gazing at her like she was the only other thing on earth. 

“I, um,” he whispered, so close she could feel his lips moving against hers, could see a flush staining his face as he brushed a finger over her cheek, “I owed you one.” 

His hand slid off of her face, and, with a final smirk in her direction, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Astrid to sit in shock by the dying embers of the fire.  

She placed her fingers on her cheek where his had just been, her brow wrinkling in confusion.  

He owed her one—? 

Only then did she recall the kiss she had given him when he was sick. When she believed he was asleep. When really he was still trying to fall asleep. And she had kissed him, and he had known but–

Astrid’s eyes widened in humiliation. He had known for the past three days? And said nothing? She groaned and buried her face in her hands, wanting to sink into the earth forever. 

I owed you one. 

His voice echoed in her head, and Astrid suddenly recalled the gentle tenderness in his eyes right after he kissed her. She gasped softly. 

Maybe…just maybe....

A slow smile spread over her face. 

Astrid kicked dirt over the remaining embers of the fire, called for Stormfly, and wandered slowly back home, towards sleep. 

Meanwhile, Hiccup watched the stars from the upper window of his hut, his chin propped in his arms, a dreamy smile on his countenance. He touched his fingers lightly to his lips, then turned and looked at Toothless, who graaoor-ed softly and closed his eyes.  

Hiccup chuckled. “Me too, bud. Me too.” 

He climbed in bed, and blew out the light. 

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can you do a diaval imagine? The reader is familiar with magic but is human. It could be sfw or nsfw. Whatever you’re comfortable with, have a lovely day! :)

Hello love! Sorry I've been late to your request but here, have some protective Diaval :D have a lovely day ahead too!

Protective

Diaval x Female!Reader

Warning/s: One of the guards being a creep, makes it up for fluff at the end!!

Word count: 1,556

You woke up, rays of sun shining through the window of your room in the castle. After Aurora and Prince Philip were married, you being Aurora’s sister, she wanted you to be with her at all times. Prince Philip was kind enough to let you move in to one of the rooms in the castle.

Your first thought was to go to the balcony, opening up the door to spot a lot of people running through their business on this sunny day. You were thankful enough for the view the balcony gave you, where it out looked the kingdom and it had a very beautiful view when it got dark, something that tends to calm you on sleepless nights.

You closed your eyes shut for a moment, enjoying the peace and the birds that were singing.

Caaw, caaw, caaw

Your brows furrowed, eyes slowly open to spot a rather familiar black raven that now perched upon the railings.

You decided to playfully ignore the Raven for the time being, turning and closing your eyes again and letting the sun hit your face.

Then you felt something nipping on the sleeve of your night gown. Deciding that it was time to greet your friend, you chuckle and looked down at the raven before you.

“Hi there, Diaval, what brings you here?“ You ask, lifting your hand up and petting his head with your finger.

You see his wings shudder after a moment and you continued.

“Is mother around? I’d rather talk to you when you can speak, it’s rather hard to understand you like this.” You laugh.

Truth is, you admired Diaval for quite a while now, both of you grew close when Maleficent first introduced him to you and Aurora. You knew how his shapeshifting works and how he was able to turn into anything that Maleficent wished. You knew originally that he was a raven that was captured, but you were lying if you said you didn’t find his human form alluring.

You were cut off in your daydreaming when your room door opens, revealing Maleficent. You smiled widely, running over to greet her, Diaval following close by.

“Oh, I was wondering where you were.” Maleficent said, and you knew she was referring to Diaval.

“Is he bothering you (Y/N)? You know I could just turn him to a lizard then and there and just send him off flying into the Moors.” Maleficent said to which Diaval whined in an angry way which meant he did not want that.

“Mother, no, don’t worry he’s not causing me trouble.. Though I would appreciate it if you can turn him back to human..” You suggested.

She clicked her tongue and spoke. “I’d turn him back once you’re dressed and downstairs, your sister is looking for you.” Turning on her heel, she walks out of the door, motioning for Diaval to come with her.

Pink rose to your cheeks as you nodded, Diaval turning his head to you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be long.” You reassured and he reluctantly followed Maleficent.

After bathing and dressing properly, you headed down to meet the others.

“(Y/N), about time you woke up!” Aurora, your sister piped up at you.

“Oh shush Aurora!” You laughed.

You sat with them at the dining hall, though your eyes were searching for black ones. Although Aurora seemed to have taken notice of your attraction towards Diaval that she leaned towards you.

“He’s there, look!” She whispered with a giggle as your eyes snapped in the direction she discreetly pointed at.

And there Diaval was, walking towards the dining hall, skin smooth and white as snow, slicked back hair, the noticeable marks on both sides of his temples, his clothes that lightly exposed his chest, markings that threatened to peek out of his shirt accompanied by his black coat.

You felt that you were taking your sweet long time staring at him as your sister had to pinch your hand to bring you back.

“Oh- uh.. I’m sorry, what was that?” You asked shaking your head to get yourself out of the trance.

On the corner of your eye you saw your sister tried to hide her laugh by covering her mouth with the towel.

“You appear to be distracted lately (Y/N) dear, is everything alright?” Maleficent questioned. You quickly shook your head and decided to make up something.

“No mother, I just woke up funny is all.” You lied and hoped she would take it.

She stared at you for a while before nodding. “Alright.”

You definitely missed how Diaval’s eyes looked at you whilst you were busy coming up with a lie.

After everyone ate and done their duties, it was almost noon and you decided to get some fresh air and strolled through the gardens.

The flowers were exquisite, everywhere you laid your eyes on was a feast of colours. You felt proud that some of the flowers that bloomed were your own since you took most of your time tending to the gardens, seeing them bloom made your heart overwhelmingly happy.

But as you walked, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes staring at you, but you shake your head, it was probably just you.

Simply put, you lost track of time and before you know it, it was already sundown. You ought that going back to the castle was a great idea but that idea was taken from your head when a guard stepped up in front of you.

“Oh.. I was just on my way back.. excuse me please.” You excused politely, trying to move out of the guards’ way but he didn’t budge.

A lump in your throat started to form, you still tried to slip through his side but he suddenly gripped your hand, tugging you towards him.

“Let me go,” You spat at the guard “I’m sparing your life, unless you want to be met with the terrible consequences of your actions.”

“Oh? Might as well make this worthwhile.” He said, yanking you close. Before he spoke again, a voice spoke behind him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The guard turned and you had a good look at the owner of the voice. It was Diaval. You thanked the gods for his arrival.

The guard seemed to tense up, but he kept his hand on your wrist firm that it was starting to hurt.

“Or what?”

“Or I could turn into a creature you deeply fear and rip you limb from limb.. slowly..” Diaval said with venom underlying his tone as he inched closer.

The man seemed to come to his senses as he finally let go and stumbled upon his feet to escape.

You stood there frozen and Diaval was quickly on your side, inspecting your hand and your face.

“Did he do anything to you, (Y/N)?” He asked. Diaval was clearly fuming with anger at the man yet he managed to soften his tone when he asked you.

You nodded, holding onto his arm.

“I’ll walk you through your room now, alright?” He asks, searching your eyes for any disagreement, but there was none.

After making it inside your room, you changed into your sleepwear while Diaval waited outside. Once you gave him a signal to come in, you were sat on your bed.

“That bastard’s gonna pay.” You heard Diaval mumble under his breath.

You motioned for him to come over and sit beside you.

“I swear (Y/N), if he decides to lay a finger on you again-“ You cut him off by pressing your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you for saving me back there.”

You didn’t miss how his skin turned lightly red at your action but you continued.

“Although I feel this isn’t an appropriate time to say this but I no longer care.” With a deep breath, you looked at him straight in the eyes and spoke.

“I have been inlove with you for the longest time now, Diaval. I’m surely you’ve taken note someway somehow but here is me saying nothing but the truth. I take it upon me to understand if you don’t happen to feel the same way.”

His eyes widened at your confession as the room stayed silent, all that can be heard was the whispering of the cool night wind, and the occasional birds flying outside.

You fear that you ruined your bond with him as you decided to speak up when he didn’t.

When you opened your mouth, he finally spoke.

“(Y/N), I’ve also laid my eyes on you from the first time we ever met, when we grew close, my attraction only grew into love. It makes me so happy to learn that you feel the same.” He breathed out.

It felt like all your hopes was built back up, you didn’t destroy what you had with him. And most importantly, he loves you back.

You were quick to smile and cup his face, turning him to face you.

You saw how his eyes crinkled when he mirrored your smile and it only made your heart jump.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Diaval.”

This was one of the happiest nights of your life, you both knew you had to tell Aurora and Maleficent sooner or later but that’s a story for another time.

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housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this.  (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #avengers x reader #emwrites

[theundergroundstories]

Santa’s Holiday Fitness Tricks

This is the story I wrote for @thegreatstoryteller annual tf story exchange. This story is for @bizzhideaway. I hope you like the story I created for you. Go check out his amazing story that he did for me and his other great stories!

Ryan Terry was so ecstatic for the Holiday season. Various restrictions on the public were slowly but surely being lifted and it looked like they were going to be able to have a normal Holiday break with all their loved ones and friends. That is up until the week before Christmas. The newly discovered variant of the world wide virus is now sending people into worry and some restrictions have now been put back, including flight restrictions and house guests limits. Ryan had text messages and calls from his family and friends about canceling their Holiday plans.

This left Ryan pretty sadden as he spent the past week grocery shopping for a big Holiday feast that will no ultimately go to waste. He then decided to try to cheer up so he decided to a trip to his local gym before they too might have to shut down.

Once at the gym, Ryan shows his membership card and heads to the changing room and starts to change into his workout clothes. He always found that lifting weights was somehow calming and almost therapeutic for him but before he could start he had to stretch. Bending his large muscular body to one side then the next before bending down forward. After all his muscles are loosened he headed to the weight rack only to find someone dressed like Santa there.

The man was old, snow white hair and facial hair, and big belly that pushes out his shirt and Ryan can see white chest hair peeking out of his shirt.

Ryan silently approached the rack and grab some 150 pound weights to star lifting and glances over to see that the old man was lifting a measly 50 pound weights.

The man notices Ryan’s glances and Ryan quickly looks away and instinctively chuckles a bit. Ryan grunts as he works out but can’t help but think it’s odd that a man dressed like Santa would be hitting up a gym so close to the Holiday. What was the point? Any guy working as a Santa probably stuffs his face without any care for their body for most of the year, why bother now when they would fit in with the Holiday and are encouraged to eat a lot.

“You got a problem with me son?” The old man calls out to Ryan.

“No I didn’t say anything. I was…” Ryan begins to say but is interrupted by the man.

“You were just thinking what a fat slob Santa is doing working out right.”

“I…I…I wasn’t thinking that.” Ryan lied and was now getting creeped out by how accurate the man could seemingly read his thoughts.

“Tell the truth. You do realize even Santa can work out and try to get in shape. Oh ho ho. Seems like you got a lot on your mind.” The man says as he puts down the weights and pats down on a nearby bench. Signalling for Ryan to join him.

For some strange reason, Ryan felt compelled to sit down and talk with the jolly man. He radiated a strange warm almost magical aura that made Ryan feel like he could talk about any problems he had and they would wash away.

“You’re right. I was thinking those mean things. It’s just I’ve been so down today cause my friends and family were supposed to fly in and join me for the Holidays but because of this stupid virus they can’t.”

“You sound like you’re in quite the pickle there. I know a way that you could enjoy the Holiday season. I am Santa after all. All I need is an apology from you young man” The man says.

“Ha thanks for the offer but just cause you’re dressed like Santa doesn’t mean you are him and why would I be apologizing?” Ryan says.

“For the things you thought about fat people” The old man says as if it should be obvious.

“I’m sorry” Ryan says but he clearly didn’t mean it.

“Well if you don’t mind I’m going to work out some more old man but thanks for the talk” Ryan states as he gets up and goes to the treadmills.

The old man smiles and snaps his fingers as he places a spell on Ryan Terry.

Ryan puts the treadmill at medium setting and starts to jog fast. The fat Santa then goes back to the weight rack but grabs the 100 pound weights and struggles with them but grins knowing he won’t for long.

Since Ryan doesn’t believe in magic, he fails to notice as his body slowly becomes lighter as his muscles shrinks a bit leaving him smaller than he once was but not entirely scrawny. At best his arms and legs would be considered beefy. All the while, Santa’s large belly shrinks too leaving him with a flat chest and the faint starting of a pack of 6-pack abs. Santa now lifts the 100 pound weights with a considerably more ease.

Meanwhile, Ryan is finding it a bit more difficult to keep up with the treadmill speed as he slows it down a setting. His face shifting, body becoming hairier and a small belly forming. He adjusts to the slower speed and his mind wonders off to think about why he came to the gym in the first place. He was sad about something but can’t remember what for. He can’t even fathom the though about being sad when it’s this close to the Holiday. He loved the Holidays! It’s filled with so much alcohol, sex, and leather! Wait leather? Ryan is briefly confused by this thought but pushes his concerns away.

However, on the other side of the room by the weight, Santa has packed on some serious muscle gains as his biceps bursts out of their sleeves and he moves onto the 150 pound weights that Ryan originally used and lift them with ease. Santa can’t help but smile as he watches his new biceps pump with power and admire his handiwork on the former fitness model.

Both men finish at the same time and meet each other again in the changing room. Ryan puts on a questionable outfit consisting of a red and black leather Santa themed thong, some leather cuffs, and a classic red and white Christmas hat.

“So what is a bear like you doing for the Holiday?” Santa asks Ryan. 

“Oh wow you’re a big stud. I work as a Santa stripper at the local strip club. I’m in for lots of sex and booze” Ryan cockily exclaims. “The name is Ryan Terry but my stage name is Ryan Bear Claws” he chuckles.

Well nice to meet you Ryan Bear Claws. I’m just an old fitness model with a Santa themed outfit” Santa replies. “Well have a merry jolly Holiday my friend” Santa says as he pats the new Ryan on his back and heads out of the gym.

#tfstoryexchange #muscle theft

[helliontherapscallion]

I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission 

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week 

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get 

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm. 

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.” 

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that 

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely 

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record. 

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up. 

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car 

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes. 

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him. 

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!” 

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone. 

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car. 

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling. 

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.” 

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time 

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat. 

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror. 

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front. 

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles. 

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?” 

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked. 

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip 

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T  F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly 

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows. 

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.” 

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.” 

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.” 

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel 

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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[sxdmoonchxld]

Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK

Jungkook x Virgin!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.

Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.

A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room.  Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.

It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face. 

It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room. 

Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function. 

"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over. 

"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time. 

"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.

"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice. 

"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name. 

"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.

You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.

"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.

"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired

Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."

You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"

"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye. 

You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.

"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.

"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"

"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.

"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.

"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.

"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."

"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.

"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.

"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.

"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.

You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"

"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."

You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.

"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"  

"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.

"Jimin no. I-i can't."

"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.

"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm

"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.

"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.

"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?

Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!" 

You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place. 

"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you. 

"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.

"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.

"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.

"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.

"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.

"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.

"Jungkook."

Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.

"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.

"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.

"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.

"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.

"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you. 

"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."

With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.

"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.

Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm. 

It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.

"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.

"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.

"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.

Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it. 

Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you. 

"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist. 

"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.

"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care. 

Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.

"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."

Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.

"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.

"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.

"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage. 

He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.

You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.

You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.

Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more. 

"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips. 

"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?

He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.

"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?

And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward. 

Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans. 

He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples. 

Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.

Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking. 

You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook? 

The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst. 

Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.

"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls. 

"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt. 

"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach. 

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.

"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.

"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.

"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.

"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.

"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.

He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"

You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.

"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.

"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper. 

"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.

 "Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.

"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.

"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants. 

"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.

"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.

Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch. 

"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror. 

"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.

Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story. 

Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.

"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?

"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.' 

"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."

You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock. 

"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"

"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust. 

Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook.  You were fucked both figuratively and literally.

Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.

"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix. 

Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.

"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"

You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.

"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.

"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."

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Day 117: Movie

The thing about working with Harry Potter was that you never know what to expect.

Potter was a good teacher, Draco would give him that. It wasn't just the fame that made the kids like him; he really cared about them and they could tell.

He was also always coming up with crazy schemes and ideas.

"What are you doing?" Draco called to Potter who was on his broom, hanging the corner of what appeared to be a giant sheet on the wall of the castle.

Potter looked down and grinned at him, "Drive in movie!" he called back before he went back to securing the corner.

"What?"

"Hold on," he shouted before finishing the corner and flying back down, landing next to Draco. "I'm setting everything up for a drive in movie," he said, "We'll just have to forgo the cars."

"What?" he asked again because honestly none of those words made sense.

Potter laughed, the chuckle warm and fond, "Just wait and see. I'll even let you share my blanket," he added with a wink as he sauntered off leaving Draco just as confused as ever.

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He didn't have to wait long. McGonagall announced that Professor Potter had set everything up for a movie the next night and the muggle-born students got so loud and excited that she had to use a sonorous charm to get them to quiet down.

He couldn't help but glance over at Potter who was grinning at them like they'd done something for him instead of the other way around.

Draco steadfastly reminded himself that he didn't find it charming.

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"Can you help me?" Potter asked the next morning over breakfast.

Draco looked up from his newspaper, "It's Saturday," he replied.

The other man laughed, "It is."

"It's my day off," he reminded him.

"You're a teacher," Potter rejoined, "Do you ever really get a day off during the school year?"

He sighed, "What do you need help with?"

"Popcorn."

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And that was how, several hours later, Draco found himself literally up to his elbows in popcorn, scooping it into little bags and handing it off to the students as they came and found spots for their blankets in the lawn.

"This is madness," he grumbled good naturedly at Potter who was dishing out popcorn beside him.

"Oh, come on," he said before interrupting himself. "Here, Julia," he offered, handing the girl a bag that he'd set aside, "I made that one with dairy-free butter just for you," he said.

"Thank you, Professor!" she said as she turned to run off to join her friends.

Potter wasn't sweet, he reminded himself.

"When was the last time you had this much fun?" Potter asked him.

He hummed, "Last month I got the flu," he said. "And having the flu meant that I got an entire 24 hours to myself to sleep, and read, and just," he shrugged, "be. And all of the students were glad to have me back the next day after Slughorn subbed for me."

Potter laughed and Draco's heart fluttered around disconcertingly in his chest. "Come on," he said again. "Look how happy they are." He shook his head, "They're free, Draco," he murmured. "They're free and happy, and they get to just be kids. And we get to give them that," he added.

"You are so," he broke off, not quite sure what to finish the thought with.

"What?" Potter asked.

He shrugged helplessly, "I don't know. You're just really something."

"You," he said with a little smile that he directed at Draco, "are something else, too."

Not like you, Draco thought but he couldn't quite find the nerve to say it.

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True to his word, Potter shared his blanket; he shared two in fact, one that they sat on and one that they put over their laps.

It wouldn't help the rumors that the students always spread about the two of them but as the movie started playing Draco found that he didn't care. He was engrossed in the scenes playing out and unfolding right before his eyes, what an incredible contraption.

He glanced over at Potter partway through to see that the other man's eyes were already on him, a soft smile gracing his face. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing," the other man said with a little shrug.

"Why are you watching me?" he whispered.

He shrugged, "I've seen this movie before."

There was a crash on screen and Draco's attention was drawn back to the movie and away from Potter once more.

He could still feel Potter's eyes watching him, though, and he couldn't help the way it made his limbs feel warm.

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When the movie was over, a lot of students begged for another and Draco couldn't help but agree.

But Potter shook his head, "I've only got this one," he said, patting the reel that the film was on. "But we'll do it again another time, yeah?"

Slowly the students started to clear out and Draco stayed to help with clean up. It didn't take long and once everything was set to rights he still found himself loitering about, not quite wanting the night to end. "That was really something," he said with a little smile.

"Fun, right?" Potter agreed.

"A bit like magic."

He nodded, "It's incredible, isn't it? What Muggles have been able to accomplish without magic."

"Yes." Before he could think better of it, he open his mouth and asked, "Do you want to see the closest thing that I've ever seen to a movie?"

Potter nodded eagerly and Draco moved toward the blankets that they'd been using.

He laid down and Potter settled in next to him, their shoulders brushing. "My parents used to do this for me when I was little," he said as he drew his wand and pointed it the constellation that was his namesake, "Draco animari," he murmured and the dragon constellation appeared to come to life. Draco told the dragon's story, the story of how he came to live among the stars.

"Can you do Sirius?" Harry asked softly when Draco finished.

He nodded, "Sirius animari," he said and he watched and shared the story with Harry.

"That's really amazing," Harry said when he'd finished.

He turned his head to see that Harry was already looking at him. "Thanks."

"You're amazing," Harry added softly.

Draco huffed a laugh at him, "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe," Harry conceded with a little shrug, "but I really like you," he said earnestly.

"Oh?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound as breathless as he felt.

Harry smiled at him and nodded.

"Well, I just might like you, too," he replied softly.

Harry's grin widened, "I hoped you might."

"I think you probably ought to kiss me to make sure," he replied, heart beating a little quicker at his own daring.

The other man's grin grew large enough that his dimples appeared, "Is that so?"

He nodded and Harry rolled onto his side, hovering over Draco for just a moment before he lowered his head and captured Draco's lips in a sweet kiss.

"I think you ought to do it again, just to make sure," Draco murmured when Harry pulled back.

"I would," Harry said, "But I think we should probably move in off the front lawn first. Minerva won't be impressed if she could out and finds us here."

"Oh, I don't know about that."

Both of their heads snapped up to see that McGonagall was standing several meters away, looking up at the sky. "I might have been irritated if I hadn't just won the teachers' betting pool."

"Betting pool?" Draco yelped as he scrambled to his feet.

"Well of course," she replied. "The entire staff has been waiting for the two of you to stop tip-toeing around one another and make things official for ages."

Harry spluttered something unintelligible.

McGonagall continued, "But perhaps moving inside would be advisable," she finished.

"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied and Draco nodded once.

They'd barely made it through the front door when Harry burst out laughing, "A betting pool," he crowed.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "You're nuttier than a fruitcake."

"But you like me," he said, bumping Draco's shoulder with his.

"I do," he affirmed. "I really do."

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Day 116: Silver | Day 118: Glass

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #fluff #hogwarts professors #falling in love #confessions #one year of drarry drabbles #thanks for the prompt! <3

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

#bnha 313 #midoriya izuku #lady nagant #bnha meta #deku meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[kaunis-sielu]

Thousand Words: 2

Hour three

"Ma'am?" You repeat with a small laugh staring up at him, god he's got to be just gorgeous under that mask because what you're seeing now is attractive. When your gaze meets his, something seems to click. You recognize those eyes. "Thanks for the rescue, uh star guy?" You say as you tug down the bandana to wipe your face, it’s so hot.

"Captain America." He says looking serious as he reaches a hand down for you, even his voice is somewhat familiar. "Where's the rest of your unit Solider?" He asks gruffly as he slides his shield back onto his arm. His face is dirty where it's uncovered, making him all the more handsome.

"Oh. Um. I'm not military." You tell him, you have to look down at your camera to avoid those piercing blue eyes. You glance up at him and can see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Then what are you doing out here?" He demands catching your arm. He pulls you toward him you make a surprised noise in your throat as your body collides with his much firmer one. You’re about to ask him what in the hell he thinks he’s doing when he lifts his shield and blocks a few shots from the aliens with it.

Never expect someone else to cover your ass. It’s a good damn thing that Sy isn’t here. He’d have been more than a little disappointed in your performance today. Not that you’ll ever tell him.

"I'm doing my job." You tell him peering around him to get a few shots of his teammates that are still fighting on the bridge. "What the hell is that?" You ask shrinking back into the safe space between him and his shield as a massive green monster goes running by.

"That would be the Hulk. He's on our team." Captain America says as he shifts, further blocking you from the chaos. That is the Hulk? You’ve heard of him but you thought it was like, a myth or something, you certainly didn’t know that he was that big.

"What team?” You ask tugging the bandana back up over your face, there’s so much dirt and dust flying around you and you really don’t want to breathe it in. Along with whatever might be coming off of the aliens you just really don’t need to breathe that in.

"The Avengers." You blink up at him your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"The Avengers?" You ask just before another couple of aliens come charging at you. Captain America moves away from you to deal with them and you take the opportunity to take some photos of him fighting them.

Hour four

Your phone rings and without looking at it you answer.

“Yea?”

“Bug. Where in the hell are you?” Fuck. It’s Sy, you’re so dead.

“Um, New York, where I live.”

“Put me on FaceTime.”

“No, Sy-” you groan when the call comes through on FaceTime. “Shit.” You know you can just ignore his call but that’s not going to do you any good. He’ll probably just keep calling if you do that. So, you hit the answer button.

“Hey,”

“Did you honestly just answer your phone in the middle of an active war zone?” He growls. You knew it. You knew he was going to be pissed.

“Technically no?”

“Technically yes.” Captain America says stalking toward you, he drops something on the ground and you decide not to look.

“Who’s that?” Sy asks, “And why isn’t he dragging your ass out of there?”

“Because I don’t put my hands on women.” Captain America snaps, “we should get you to a safer place.”

“She’s not gonna go.” Sy says glaring at you.

“I’m sorry who are you?”

“Sorry, Captain America, this is my Captain. Captain Syverson, he’s with special forces unit-”

“Bug.” Sy cuts you off, “this ain’t the time for introductions. It’s time to listen to Captain America and get your ass to safety.”

“I thought you said you weren’t military.” Captain America says as he attempts to guide you away from Stark Tower.

“I’m not. It’s a long story but I was overseas with Sy’s team.” Captain America tries to corral you into a building but you duck under his arm. “I’m going this way.”

“Bug, just let the man do his job.”

“I’m not stopping him Sy.” You argue and Sy groans.

“Woman quit being so damn stubborn.”

“I’m following most of the million ways not to die by Sy. I’ve got my gear on, I’m staying low, attempting to stay out of trouble.”

“You’re forgetting the most important rule. Don’t argue with your captain.” You purse your lips at him but his expression doesn’t change. “Get to safety.” You sigh loudly but do finally allow Captain America to usher you into a building.

“You should move further from Stark Tower. They’re setting up a perimeter about four blocks south of here.” You look at him and hear Sy snitching on you so you hang up the call. You’ll deal with his irritation later, right now you’ve got Captain America to deal with.

“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not going to go back to the perimeter.” He huffs before touching his ear.

“On my way.” He glances down at you again, “Stay." He says before running back into the chaos of battle.

"Right." You huff before taking a few pictures of him running back into the fray. You want to get some pictures of this, Hulk, before the battle is over. His green skin will look incredible against the grey of the city. You hear a loud yell, or maybe it counts as a roar, but either way you've got a gut feeling that's what a Hulk sounds like. So disregarding Captain America's order to 'stay' you take off toward the noise.

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Everything I Wanted (Todoroki x Reader) Soulmate Au

inspired by Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish.

TW! Mentions of contemplated suicide and insecure thought that could be triggering.

soulmate Au! Where your soulmate tattoo appears on your wrist after you touch your soulmate for the first time.

F!reader x Todoroki

F!reader x Bakugou (brotp)

Plot: the reader is Todoroki’s soulmate, but he doesn’t want to let some mystical ink on his wrist dictate who he should love, so he rejects reader as his soulmate. This story is about how reader first reacted to the rejection and how slowly reader lets herself heal, but what the universe wants it will get.

Part two out now!

This is my very first post on here! I hope you guys enjoy!

I had a dream I got everything I wanted Not what you’d think And if I’m bein’ honest It might’ve been a nightmare To anyone who might care

Every night you’d wake up drenched in sweat, panting as you tried to calm your breathing, tears staining your rosy cheeks. Every night you had the same nightmare, you wished it was just your mind overthinking, but sadly it wasn’t. Even in your dreams you’d replay that memory in your head over and over again.

“ I’m sorry (y/l/n), but even if your name is tattooed on my wrist and even if fate says we are meant to be together, I can’t return your feelings. My heart belongs to another. I’m truly sorry if I’m not what you expected as a soulmate.” He told you with nothing but sincerity in his voice. The sad and hurtful truth. 

“I-It’s okay. I understand Todoroki-san. Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine” You said holding in the need to cry, and the need to let the crawling feeling in your throat free, to scream and yell how once again this world was nothing but cruel. 

He gave a slight nod of his head before walking away from you. His other half as written by the universe and written on your left wrist.

You looked down at the floor clenching your fists and look up once again to see him standing with the rest of the A-1 class who was chatting as they waited for class to resume. A lone tear raced down your face.

“I’ll be fine” You whispered to yourself.

‘I have to be’ you thought.

As a young girl all you ever did was fantasize about your soulmate. You thought it would  be a dream come true for you when you would finally get to meet them. You would get your happily ever after like in those princess tales you’d love to read before going to bed. You thought you’d have the perfect white picket fence life to look forward to. 

As a young foolish girl you thought life would be easy.

you didn’t know your parents were going to sacrifice their lives to save others.

you didn't know that you weren’t quirkless and that your parents had been using ‘vitamins’ to suppress your quirk because of how dangerous it was when your emotions went haywire.

you didn't know that it wouldn’t get better contrary to what your therapist would tell you.

you didn’t know that you weren’t going to make as many friends as you had hoped you would.

and what hurt the most was that you didn’t know your soulmate wasn’t going to be your knight in shining armor like you had hoped. 

Thought I could fly (fly) So I stepped off the Golden, mm Nobody cried (cried, cried, cried, cried) Nobody even noticed I saw them standing right there Kinda thought they might care (might care, might care) 

It had been a month since Todoroki rejected you as his soulmate. You thought you could've gotten over it  but as always it seemed like the universe wanted to punish you for just existing. You didn’t participate in class anymore, You made sure to cover your soulmate tattoo so that no one would accidentally look at it, you didn’t tare your gaze from the floor, you thought that  it wouldn't hurt as much if you didn't have to look at him, but then the rumors started spreading and then the rumors weren't so much of a rumor. 

“ Todoroki and Momo made it official!”

“ I knew they were soulmates, I mean just look at how perfect they look together.”

“ Did you see the picture Momo posted of their soulmate tattoos? I'm so jealous!”

It was all too much for you, so you ran and you ran until you found yourself on the rooftop of U.A. and you let the tears you were holding in fall. 

You let the monster crawling at your throat free, letting yourself scream, letting yourself voice the hurt you had been bottling up.

why weren't you good enough for anyone?

not good enough for your parents to live for, they would rather die for others than to live for you. 

not good enough for your classmates, they barley talked to you or invited you to places like they did with each other. 

not good enough for your soulmate to want you. hell he’d rather cover you up than let people know fate had chosen you for him, were you so disgusting that you weren't even worth mentioning as the soulmate he rejected?

“stop” you whispered to your thoughts.

“ please just stop” your voice sounded hoarse.

“I just wanted everything to stop. To end” you said louder to no one, because no one was there, because no one cared. 

you slowly walked towards the edge of the roof and looked down at the ground.

your eyes were void of anything, they looked empty.

shakily you put one foot out into the nothingness, into the only thing that could stop you from letting the pain overwhelm you. you closed your eyes ready to fly.

‘This world is so cruel and yet so beautiful’ you thought before letting your eyes snap open and gasping.

your eyes regained a light and tears began to swell once again, you let yourself fall backwards away from the edge of the building.

Yes the world was cruel and life wasn't fair, but it was also beautiful. there was still so much you wanted to experience, still so much that would be worthwhile. 

after sitting on the floor for what felt like hours, you heard the distance sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch. you slowly picked yourself of the ground and cleaned your tears with the sleeve of your uniform jacket. 

you made your way back to class 1-A. you were the last one to walk in, and some of your classmates glanced up at you, but they didn’t say anything about your puffy red eyes, they didn’t ask why you weren’t at lunch, they didn’t ask how your day was going so far, they didn’t ask if you were okay. 

because you were not okay.

you once again felt a heaviness in your chest. 

you thought they would care at least a bit, they were heroes in training after all, yet it seemed like they hadn’t even noticed.

they hadn’t even noticed your absence and maybe they didn’t mind it in the slightest. 

I had a dream I got everything I wanted But when I wake up, I see You with me

Maybe you were too wrapped up in your own mind or maybe you finally lost it, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out how you ended up like this. Eating spicy noodles quietly with your class’ very own lord explosion murder sitting across from you.

If you were to ask Bakugou why he demanded you have lunch with him, he’d say it was because your dumbass face was the only one he could stand enough to willingly share his homemade noodles with, and if you were to ask him why he was sharing noodles in the first place, he would tell you to shut the hell up and just eat without questioning him.

What Bakugou would never admit is that when he was roaming the school grounds during lunch two weeks ago he saw you standing at the very edge. He stood frozen in place, not sure of what he could do, but before he could will himself to move he saw how you feel backwards and out of his sight. He knew why he froze because he remembered a comment he made to deku before they entered U.A. He obviously didn’t mean it, but seeing you so willingly to just dive of a building made something in him feel guilt for making such an insensitive comment even if it was to deku.

He really didn’t know you well. He knew that he had never actually seen your quirk in action though probably more than half of the class could relate to that since you never really used it. He knew pretty much that he didn’t know you at all and that unsettled him. Sure he wasn’t the most sociable guy or easiest to approach, but he at least knew a couple of things about each of his classmates friends.

So he decided to pay more attention to you, he noticed how you really didn’t talk to any of your classmates and how they wouldn’t try to include you in their conversations. He noticed you always walked with your head down not really looking at where you were going. He noticed the bags under your eyes making themselves more prominent. He noticed how sometimes when you would space out in class you’d be staring at the back of the class where the half and half bastard would sit. He became aware of your being but he still didn’t know how to approach you.

The opportunity came after an awkward encounter.

Everyone (or so you thought) had gone out to who knows where and like always you hadn’t been invited. You decided to train for a little while. You had been slowly progressing with being able to control your quirk, but after your conversation with Todoroki you were back at square one. Your emotions were a train wreck making it hard to control your quirk. Becoming frustrated with yourself you decided to call it a day but since you were sweaty you went to take a shower first. You forgot to take your clothes with you, and since you were by yourself in the dorms you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal if you ran to your room. Midway there you bumped into a wall that wasn’t there this morning. You looked up and there was Bakugou looking down at you.

‘Oh shit I’m going to die’ you thought but then you saw Bakugou frown as he looked directly at your uncovered wrist.

‘Shouto Todoroki’ Bakugou narrowed his eyes. He finally understood why you had been acting more closed off than usual, and maybe if you had looked a little harder you wouldve seen the understanding in them.

“Sor-” you began to say but he cut you off

“get dressed and meet me in the kitchen” he said before walking away.

After that day things changed for you. Who knew eating noodles in silence with an angry blonde could set you on your path to healing?

Every time you saw them holding hands you didn't have enough time to let yourself question what you could have done for that to be you.

“hey dumbass hurry up or I’ll kill you” the red eye blonde would yell at you once he noticed you lagging behind. Making you forget about the black ink on your wrist and making you worry about how bakugou was going to react to you getting a C- on the test he spent a whole afternoon helping you study for.

And you say, “As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you Don’t wanna lie here, but you can learn to If I could change the way that you see yourself You wouldn’t wonder why you’re here, they don’t deserve you”

It was close to the end of the school year and if you were to say that much hadn’t changed you’d be lying. 

thanks to practing your quirk with bakugou and him suggesting meditation to help you stay calm you were finally able to control your quirk enough to use it without fear around others.

Through him you also became friends with the rest of the bakusquad and they helped you warm up to the others.

all the second guessing and the comparing yourself to others didn’t cross your mind often anymore. 

unbeknownst to you every time you peeled off the layers of insecuirty that held you back from expressing yourself bakugou would smile glad that you,just like him, could get passed the pain left by an unrequited soulmate bond.

also unbeknownst to you, as you began getting along with the rest of the class and opening up, he couldn’t help but be captivated by some of your quirks. How you would help the likes of denki study even when you weren’t better off yourself, how you were the only one who entertained Midoriya’s rambling and even added comentary.

He began to get to know you and he could see how the universe could’ve blessed him with a soulmate such as yourself. you were the complete opposite of what he was used to, the todoroki home wasn’t exactly the most affectionate.

He was seeing you bloom right before his eyes and all he could feel was guilt as he diverted his eyes to look at his left wrist.

‘Momo Yaoyorozu’

He softly caressed his thumb over the name and even with his soft touch the fake dark ink smuged.

He thought he had what he wanted.

He thought the universe had been wrong. 

He thought it was for the best.

but as he saw you bickering with bakugou he found himself wondering what he could’ve done for that to be him, for you to be open with him like that.

he knew he was wrong but he was too far in to fix it.

If I knew it all then would I do it again? Would I do it again?

lastly Todoroki knew that even if you found it in yourself to forgive him, he still wouldn’t deserve you. 

Thank you so much for reading this far if you did! I don’t know why I couldn’t get this out of my head and so here it is. Also I threw in an AOT reference to cope with the pain.

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Xiao: String of Fate [Soulmate AU] HCs

Hey anon! Okay, I’m just gonna level with you. This request? This request right here? Probably one of my favourites. I went feral over this at 3am and my monkey brain fabricated an entire life story for Xiao when he’s not even out yet.

I sorta combined this request with my feral plot idea (which is honestly a 20k word fic at this point), but ahem, I hope you like and np^^ gotta make so many offerings so Xiao hopefully blesses me. Have a lovely day anon!!

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[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ Fainting ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao: String of Fate [Soulmate AU] HCs

The red string of fate is a concept that those who are connected by a red string are destined to meet and fall in love. Regardless of place, time, or circumstances. The red string can never be broken unless one connected passes away.

Alatus

For the past few days, Alatus would wake up early and scale the mountains of his small village to pick Qingxin flowers. The morning dew would still be on the petals before the sun came by and evaporated everything. It became a bit of a small joke that the elders used to make, that a earth spirit would appear at the break of dawn to place the flowers for harvest. Not that Alatus minded, he was grateful that whatever celestial spirt was out there made sure to replace the ones he took. Remembering to always offer a prayer of thanks and a small offering, you would scold him if he didn’t.

He quickly scaled and vaulted over the wooden beam and slipped into your room. He winced at the sound of his shoes landing on the wooden floor but you didn’t seem to stir. You were still sleeping peacefully as Alatus took the fresh flowers to add to the ones already in your small vase beside you. They were your favourite flower after all. He reminisces about when you were both children and how you would drag him to mountains and tell him all about how at the very top there was his beautiful white flower. But you were both too young with small limbs to even attempt to climb it, plus if you somehow managed to do it, it would take too long and both your parents would be worried. It never seemed to deter you as you reasoned that a wind spirit would help your journey. Come to think of it, you always put a lot of faith into celestial beings. But he goes along with your plan, never one to contain your desire to explore.

He’s suddenly snapped out of his memories when he hears a soft knock on the door. It quietly opens to reveal your mother. She gives him a small smile as he looked a bit guilty for getting caught breaking in before waving him over to hand him something. You left him with a small bamboo package that you had wanted to give on his birthday. On top of the bamboo, you had wrote a short but warming message that you were worried about him always running off outside and that he might catch a cold. He smiled softly at your words, ingraining the way your ink brush flowed down the bamboo sticks into his mind. He offer’s a small thanks as she gives him a comforting hug. Whether for him or her he doesn’t know and she leaves.

He carefully untied the brown string keeping the package together to unravel a blue, white, and gold sleeve. He silently marveled at how beautiful it was and held it up to the light, it almost seemed to shine with subtle highlights. He has no idea how you managed to create this, he had never even seen the dye of red or gold used in clothing before. Perhaps the celestial beings decided to bless you for your prayers and devotion. He gives one small squeeze of your hand as he ties the sleeve to his arm and he slips out through the same window he came from. He looks up at the mountain’s he’s scaled before setting on the tallest one. One so tall the elders say that it could reach celestia.

As he scales the mountain he can feel a taint tug on his thumb, before it slowly disappears. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, breathes in deeply, and continues upwards.

The Golden-Winged King

One of his first adepti duties was to investigate the place he once knew as his home. There had been a dream eating demon that had been spreading curses onto unsuspecting youths. Putting them into eternal sleep before they bodies finally succumbed and they passed away. It was horrible and Alatus swore he would do everything in his power to make the dream demon suffer. Unfortunely, seeing as this was his first time venturing out back into the moral world and still recovering from his trials, he was assigned to work with a senior anemo adepti. One who was well-versed in using polearms that could “show him the ropes” as mortals would say.

This other adepti was too loud and erratic for his tastes compared to the calm and peaceful friend he once knew. Always getting side-tracked and flying around Alatus like some overgrown pixie. Never taking anything serious even though the both of you were tasked to destroy evil. But he held his tongue since this was his senior, gripping his sleeve when he was especially annoyed. This only seemed to spur the other anemo adepti further and inquire about the sleeve. Naturally, Alatus was hostile and guarded. That was first time he ever raised his voice which instead of becoming offended or angry, the other adepti was impressed.

From then on the other adepti seemed to want to interact with Alatus at any given moment. From checking in with him on his latest mission or if he heard about how the delicious flowers tasted. Who even ate flowers? Either way, every instance of communication was brushed aside, he would always make some weak excuse that he needed to train. Which lead to the other challenging him. The both of you were the same element so it would be a good time to see who was the best at wielding it. Overtime he began to look forward to your weekly spars. Even finding a bit of joy out of them. Ever since he had climbed up the mountain it had been constant training and hardships but when it came to these spars. It was fun. Alatus began to open his heart a tiny bit, let’s himself relax and fall into amusement when he see’s his partner’s face pop over him as they hovered over him.

He even began to feel his locked up heart start to beat a bit faster whenever he saw his partner perk up and wave at him. Whenever you threw your arm around him he never brushed you off like he used to, just basked in your presence as you rambled about how this stuck up bird was running everyone through the ground with her demands. It was amusing for fresh adepti’s to see you both interact. The ever stoic and aloof Alatus that taught them through strict rules loosen up immediately and smile whenever your head popped up to scold him for his training methods.

It was fun. Until the day he became possessed and killed you with your own weapon.

Guardian Yaksha

Guizhong was concerned. Ever since Rex Lapis had saved the poor adepti man from his possession, he had locked himself in. He still fulfilled his duties with alarming accuracy but it seemed that he completely on auto-pilot. He could stand in the pouring rain without realizing it or he always seemed to be in such a rush. Asking to do anything that needed to be done rather than relax. He was going to end up running through his long years at this rate. She brought it up to Rex Lapis and his fellow Yaksha but none of them had the time or want to check in on him. It was a time of war after all. Except one.

You watch him stand in the rain. Any attempts from you or Guizhong to ask if he was better always failed and you didn’t want to push. But this was already past the point of simple concern. So the next time you saw him relapse you walked over and embraced him. He usually carried himself as stiff as possible but you swore you were holding one of Rex Lapis’s pillars. You braced yourself to get thrown off or at the very least be questioned but none of those things happened. He just stood there and to be honest, you weren’t sure if that was even more concerning. You both didn’t say anything even when the rain stopped until Rex Lapis had summoned you both over.

You and him never developed a close friendship but he never seemed to brush you away whenever you sat beside him ever since you hugged him in the rain. A bare acknowledgement on good days but that was alright. Just sitting in each other’s presence when the war wanted to be quiet somedays was nice. On harder days when fighting took too much of a toll on your body you would lean your head on his shoulder. He never shrugged you off or seemed bothered by it, in fact, it almost seemed as if he leaned back against you. You both never spoke during these moments, just a silent understanding looming over you both.

Then when Morax announced that Guizhong had passed away, you felt as if you somewhat understood how Xiao felt. You didn’t even register that you had walked back to the same place Xiao was standing back when he was in the rain. The war was finally over but after everything that had happened to get to this point, it was hard. You knew that a few of your other Yaksha’s were ready to return to Jueyun Karst or return to earth. You blink quickly as you feel two arms wrap around you and you realize how funny fate seems to be. You choke out some unintelligible noise that’s a mix between a laugh and a sob as you cling onto him and let your bottled up emotions pour out.

He’s the last person you see in the newly established Liyue, wishing him luck in the rest of his journey, as you return to the earth. You aren’t sure what you’ll turn into but you hope that the peaceful atmosphere you both created will remain.

Xiao

It was completely out of the blue when you asked if he wanted to come on an adventure with you. You were both sitting under the tree that held the Wangshu inn up when you suddenly sat up and pointed in some far off direction across Liyue. Asked if he wanted to come with you after the lantern festival was over. He was a bit taken aback, you were a traveler first and foremost but you never asked if he wanted to come with you. You had always assumed that he wanted to stay as a protector of Liyue but after what Morax, now Zhongli, had said and how it was time to him to step down. You decided to ask him. It didn’t have to be far, you both could go to the stone gate if he wanted, just if he wanted to come with you anywhere.

His first instinct is to decline but you end up cutting him off before he can say anything.

“I know you have your reasons and loyalties to stay as Liyue’s protector. That’s why I’m not asking for you to accompany me across Teyvat. But I don’t know when I’m going to be back and after what happened in Liyue, I thought it would be nice to just, take a break, and go anywhere. You don’t have to accompany me if you don’t want to but I think it’d be nice to wander together,” you say as you continue to look across the land from the balcony. He can’t see where you’re looking at exactly but he ponders your words.

To wander and go anywhere. Just the two of you. He’s never even considered leaving Liyue even after all the demons were replaced with weak hilichurls and slimes. He gazes up at the tree’s leaves, looks further to see celestia, and even further back to his home. Guizhong always said he needed to relax and live in the moment of now rather than running past everything but was he really ready for that? 

“Ah, sorry was that a bit too forward? I really didn’t mean anything ba-”

“Yes. Let’s go,” Xiao cuts you off as his eyes shine in a new light of determination, “Wherever you want to go, I will come with you.”

You blink once, twice, before a bright grin stretch's across your face as you quickly ask if he’s joking. He’s not, and you cheer excitedly as you list off different places you’ve wanted to explore. Perhaps the shoal? Maybe even further into the chasm? Actually wait, the electro archon has closed that area off so maybe not there. Xiao patiently listens to you ramble as he smiles softly. Your excitement is addicting and he can feel his heart flutter just a bit. How long has it been since he felt this way? He can feel a small tug on his thumb, he looks down but he can’t see anything, but there’s a comfortable weight that he’s felt has been missing for a very long time.

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If this seems interesting and people seem to enjoy it, I can post the actual fic when Xiao banner drops as a bit of a catalyst. It’s basically the same idea.  Though it’s kinda long so I have no idea when that’s going to be finished. It might turn into a thank you gift instead. (or ahem, you know, if you wanna commission me and see it earlier there’s that haha just kidding;;).

Honestly, I took a lot of liberties. I read the lore on adepti and Xiao but most of this is my monkey brain and previous semi xiao fics (which you don’t have to read but it would be helpful to see extended parts). Phew, this took a lot of time. It’s not as cute as my other fics but hopefully you all enjoyed it^^

Actually, nevermind. I hate this. I’ll keep it up since I haven’t posted this week yet but I hate this. 

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Hi there~ I'm new to your blog but I just wanna say I love your headcanons! They're so cute~ 💘

if this hasn't been done already, could you possibly do Pomegranate tea + english breakfast tea for Kaeya or Diluc? Your choice! (Or even both?👀 whoever you feel more inspired to write about!)

Thank you in advance, stay safe!😊🙏

Hello! Thank you so much!! Well, I love both of those fine gentlemen, so I decided to write for both of them! Warning, contains spoilers for both Kaeya and Diluc's stories so do not read any further if you haven't gotten there yet and don't want to be spoiled.

Kaeya:

pomegranate tea: at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

For some people, love is just something that grows to be a part of their relationship, a simple progression of emotions. That however, is not the case for Kaeya Alberich.

The rain showed no sign of letting up. He had been caught by the storm on his way back to Mondstat from a scouting mission and had took refuge in a cave to wait it out. The rest of the party had gone on out of there before him so he had not doubt that they had already made it back to Mondstat before the storm had started.

Ah, just him and the rain. How nostalgic...

"Kaeya!" Well, apparently not. Kaeya pulled himself to his feet as he made his way to the entrance of the cave, glancing outside. There you were, completely drenched as you wandered back and forth, calling his name into the wind.

"[name], here!" he called out, managing to grab your attention. Even through the fog and downpour, he can see the grin on your face when you spot him and run over.

"What are you doing out here?"

You stand just out of the range of the rain now, seemingly unaware that you're soaked as you smile at him. "I came back to find you! This storm is kind of nasty so I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

At that, Kaeya smiled. "Oh come on sweetheart, don't you know? Cryo is always stronger in the rain."

You scoffed at that as you set your bag down - whenever you had waterproofed your bag, he didn't know - had pulled out a towel as well as an apple which you offered to him.

"You might be stronger in it, but I know you don't like the rain."

How had you noticed? Kaeya aimed a quizzical gaze at you. "And why would you think that?"

"It's kind of obvious..." you remarked, rubbing the towel over your head in an attempt to dry off. "That's why I came over. Whatever it is, a little company should at least help a little bit right?"

It felt like Kaeya's heart had stopped in his chest. The feeling was strange, as though his chest was actually constricting at your words. What... was this? Eventually, he managed to speak.

"I suppose you're right..."

english breakfast tea: would they want a family?

I feel like this may let some of the Kaeya simps down, but it has to be said... I don't think that Kaeya would want a family in the near future, possibly even at all. Family is already a bit of a touchy subject for him. The only blood relative he remembers abandoned him under the pretense of fulfilling some old prophecy. He had thought he had found a new family with the Ragvindrs but that ended in nothing short of disaster.

Thus, Kaeya has come to a conclusion. He's just not cut out for families. Every one he's ever been a part of has come to a devastating end and he's convinced that he is the sole reason why.

Perhaps if one day, his internal struggles come to an end, he might consider it, but even then. He doesn't want to put himself or anyone else through the pain he's felt in the past. It's just safer to keep a distance.

Diluc:

pomegranate tea: at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

Diluc knew he loved you when he shared a secret he never thought he would, and yet, you still stayed.

"I tried to kill my brother." The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them.

You freeze in place, page from the book you were making your way through half-flipped as you slowly turned your face up towards his. You're silent for a moment and when you do speak, you pick your words carefully.

"I wasn't aware that you had a brother..."

Oh, you know the man he had once considered a brother and yet, Diluc knows that there's no way you could have made that connection with the knowledge you had. "We're not close anymore..."

"What happened?" You snapped your book shut, setting it down on the table beside you as you stood. Slowly, you made your way over to the couch Diluc sat on, sitting a comfortable distance away as you leaned in to listen.

And so, he told you. About the family he had once had and how in a single night, it had come to an end. He told you about the grief he felt, and then the shock, and then the anger and how he had taken it all out on a single person, and then things had never been the same.

He had been talking for a while but you've never once showed a sign that you wanted to leave. You continuously regarded him with that warm look as though his story was becoming your own as you listened.

Eventually, he ran out of words. You sat in silence for a moment before he spoke again. "You probably hate me don't you?"

"No." Your response was immediate, causing his head to fly up as he sought out your gaze. What he saw there wasn't an accusation or pity. It was a simple and straightforward resolution. "I am glad you trusted me enough to tell me all of this. And now, you don't have to suffer alone anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm here with you now. We can work through this together."

And just like that, Diluc Ragnvindr fell in love.

english breakfast tea: would they want a family?

In his heart, there is nothing he wants more, but he's just not sure that he's ready yet. Just like Kaeya, Diluc has already lost his family once. Unlike Kaeya, while he does feel guilty, Diluc understands on some personal level, that his experience is not what all families are destined to be like.

He's still scared though. Some strange part of him is sure that he's part of the reason why his family ended up the way it did and he doesn't want to transfer that burden to anyone else. With the correct person however, he might be convinced that it was not his fault and that there is in fact, a chance here for him to start over. To be able to start a new family and be able to protect them until the end.

It would take time, but he'd get there eventually.

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