#Hap's pov is such a comfort

[heyitsrink]

Hap POV fic, anyone?

I hinted at this fic ages ago and I've finally finished it! Sweet and cozy vibes as Hap journeys to Withywoods to meet his baby sister for the first time.

[ur-dad-satan]

Double Trouble (shy!LevixF!MC)

4k words, 18+, MDNI please and thanks

Includes face sitting, tail fucking, oral, penetration, and grinding

There had always been something different about Leviathan when compared to his brothers. It wasn't something physical like his horrible posture, his tendency to shut himself in his room, or his obsession over anime and manga. It was something that MC couldn't put her finger on. At least not yet. It wasn't until this day that MC would find out what made Levi an outcast aside from the obvious.

MC's POV

Levi and I had been hanging out together all day in his room. We played game after game, watched a few anime episodes and now we were about to watch a movie. I ran and grabbed a fluffy blanket for us to share and prepared for the movie. 

"Ready?" I asked Levi before getting in his tub-bed with him causing a light dusting of pink to tint his cheeks.

"Yeah. Let's watch the movie now." Levi pressed play, and we started the movie. A bit into the movie, I started to get uncomfortable and wanted to readjust but I didn't want to catch Levi off guard and freak him out.

"Hey Levi, is it okay if I snuggle up with you? I'm kinda uncomfy like this." I asked turning to look at Levi. His eyes widened a bit in shock before his face started to burn. In a shy voice he stuttered out that it was okay, so I shimmied my way between Levi's legs and against his chest. I was still facing away from him, so I couldn't see his face, but I somehow knew that he was blushing and trying his best to not touch me. I chuckled softly and moved to put Levi's arms around me, so he was more comfortable.

"M-MC!? What are you doing? Why did you do that?!" Levi asked. I turned a bit and saw that he was definitely blushing and looking away to not make eye contact. 

"Getting comfortable. Is this okay?" I asked and snuggled closer to him.

"Ah. I guess this is okay..." Levi said sheepishly. As we watched the movie, I found myself readjusting a few times, and whenever I did, I could feel Levi's arms tightening around me. We were only halfway through the movie when I absentmindedly readjusted myself between Levi's legs when he let out a tiny gasp, squeezed me again, then put his face in my neck.

"Levi? Are you okay?" I asked suddenly losing all interest in the movie as Levi was way more important.

"U-uhm yeah. I-I'm fine. But could you please stop moving so much?" The purple haired demon asked in a muffled voice.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was moving a lot. I'll try to stay still." I really didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. We kept watching the movie for a bit longer before Levi was the one to start readjusting a bunch. 

"H-hey, MC? Can I... tell you something?" Levi asked talking over the movie.

"Yeah, anything. You know your secrets are safe with me." I said kindly. 

"W-well... you were moving a lot and... you were... you know, sitting between my legs and stuff. You uhm... you kinda..." Levi stuttered and trailed off. I turned around to face him, but as soon as he saw my face, his eyes grew wide as tomatoes, and he looked away quickly and once again, his face was flushed. My eyes scrunched in confusion, and I tilted my head a bit.

"What hap- Oh. I got you 'excited'. I'm sorry, Levi. I can leave so you can take care of... that if you want me to." I offered, tossed out my blanket, and started to get up to leave but he grabbed my wrist and became even redder.

"A-actually," Levi started. "Could you... stay?" he asked in a small voice. I felt bad because it was my fault that he got hard in the first place, but I couldn't say no to him. He was just... too cute when he couldn't make eye contact like this.

"Alright. I'll help you." I said and gently grabbed his chin to make him look at me. "But tell me if you need to take a break or if you get overwhelmed, okay, Levia-chan?" I finished speaking. His eyes grew wide for the third time, and he melted into my touch before nodding his head and allowing a goofy smile to slide onto his face.

"Thank you, MC." Levi said dreamily.

"May I kiss you?" I asked. He quickly nodded his head and let out a 'yes' before I gently brought his face to mine in a tender kiss. His shaking hands found the small of my back and my steady ones slipped to either side of Levi's face. We kissed for what seemed like a few minutes before Levi got the courage to pull me on top of his lap and put his tongue in my mouth. His tongue was rough and felt kind of scaly, but most surprisingly, it was two pronged like a snake's. I had heard people say that Levi was fork tongued, but I didn't know they meant it literally. I always assumed they meant that he was a dishonest person. I knew that didn't sound right. It wasn't long before Levi started to get needy and pull at my hips for a bit of friction for his erection. 

"MC..." he whined into the kiss. I pulled away and looked at Levi until he gained the confidence to look me in my eye.

"Use your words, Levia-Chan." I said and watched Levi's face contort in shock and arousal. His face was hot, and he could only sputter. I let out a tiny laugh and leaned in to kiss his neck. As soon as my lips touched his soft skin, Levi sucked in a shaky breath and almost instantly transformed into his demon form. My lips danced across the purple diamond shaped marks on his neck.

"P-please. MC, I-I need... friction. Pants are... too tight." Levi panted out. He seemed to be absent mindedly gripping my hips so I grinded down against his bulge, earning a small moan from the purple haired demon.

"My poor, precious boy." I started in a soft tone. "Let's get your clothes off. Would you like that?" I asked in between kisses. I felt him nod his head and moved to look at him once again. 

"Y-yes! Please, MC." His voice was thick with need. My hands worked their way to the hem of Levi's top, removing it in a swift instant. For a "shut in Otaku", he sure was fit.

"You're so pretty, Levi." I complemented. Every time his blush began to subside, I would stoke the flames of his cheeks. He looked away once more mumbling something about he's "not pretty" but appreciated it regardless. My hand found its way between us and I slowly started to palm his rather large bulge; he couldn't even try to hold back the soft whimpering moans that leaked from his delicious lips.

"Too... Too much c-clothes!" Levi moaned breathlessly. I kissed the top of his head in acknowledgement before I took my own shirt and shorts off leaving me in only my underwear and bra. My hands hovered over his pants buckle awaiting his full attention once more.

"May I take your pants off?" I asked. An embarrassed look spread across Levi's face before he nodded furiously. "Your words, darling." I reminded. I wanted Levi to tell me what he wanted. I wanted to hear his voice.

"Y-yes." Levi managed to squeak out. My hands slowly unbuttoned his pants. I tugged at them a bit but needed him to lift his hips. I readjusted myself so that my legs were on either side of his and leaned forward to kiss his neck and allowed my fingertips to squeeze his already exposed sides before I whispered in his ear.

"I need you to lift your hips for me, Darling." I said gently. Levi's breath audibly hitched in his throat. A shaky gasp erupted from his mouth, and he lifted his hips a bit. I pulled them down but let his underwear stay on. Not one, but two bulges awaited under the thin fabric for me. I wasn't surprised at Levi's double dicks, but I couldn't say the same at the sudden watering of my mouth. I leaned in to kiss Levi once more and gently used one of my hands to palm at one of the hard cocks. He moaned into my mouth, and I felt something long and scaly on my leg. I assumed it was Levi's tail and ignored it.

"I- MC, please take them off. I want..." His muffled voice trailed off into a moan and he grinded up against my hand. I let out a quiet giggle at how cute he is when he sounds so desperate. My nails tenderly ran up his neck and to his face causing him to lean into my touch; they went right back down, then down his side and stopped at the waistband of his underwear. I looked him right in the eye before speaking.

"Levi, are you sure you want me to take your underwear off?" I asked him seriously.

"Yes, I want you to take them off. I want... I want to make you feel good." Levi blushed. I kissed his forehead and hooked my fingers around the elastic waistband and gently pulled them down while Levi raised his hips once again. Realizing that he was completely exposed, his face burned, and he covered it with his hand. As I expected, Levi had two dicks. Both of them had scales on them and mimicked his tail with a gradient purple at the tip. Not even to mention the size of them.

"How did you want to make me feel good, Levi?" I asked. The purple haired demon finally looked at me once more and held my hips in place. A determined look replaced the embarrassed one on his face and he slid down till he was laying directly under my pussy.

"W-will you s... sit on m-my face? I w-want you to..." He trailed off in embarrassment. I didn't know he could be so forward; it was really hot.

"Are you sure, gorgeous?" I asked. I liked to make sure things like this are something that Levi actually wanted to do; not just something that he thinks I want him to do.

"Yes, ma'am." He said looking back up at me. He looked so fucking good blushing up at me from between my legs. I couldn't deny his request. I caressed his face before nodding and allowing Levi to move my slightly wet panties to the side. He lapped at and kissed my labia before dipping his tongue into my wet pussy. A soft moan bubbled up from my stomach and I absentmindedly grinded down against his mouth. Once again, I felt something scaly move up my thigh, and at this point, I knew for a fact that it was his tail. As his tongue moved in and out of my tight cunt, sounds of slurping, heavy breathing, and soft moans filled the room. As his tail snaked higher up my thigh, Levi moved his tongue from my wet pussy hole to my clit making me almost double over in pleasure.

"Fuck, let me, turn around. I wanna make you feel good too, Levia-chan." I panted between moans. He helped me readjust and I lowered myself back down on his mouth. I grinded against his mouth, then pumped one of his cocks before putting it in my mouth. I felt Levi shudder underneath me; using my hands, I stroked and pumped his other dick.

"Oh, my Diavolo! Your mouth feels so good!" The purple haired demon moaned against my pussy making it vibrate with every little sound he made. It wasn't long until Levi was bucking his hips up to get more stimulation, but I wasn't letting him off that easily. I pulled off of his dick with a pop and pulled away from Levi. I helped him sit back up and decided to tease him a bit. I straddled him in a way that my pussy was against his dick but couldn't go in. I captured his lips in a heated kiss once more. I allowed my hands to roam through his messy hair, down his neck, and finally down his chest before they made their way to his back. 

Levi gathered his courage and pulled me closer, grinding up against me earning moans from us both. He then undid my bra and felt up my breasts, pulling away from our kiss to place nervous kisses all across them. For the third time, I felt Levi's tail move up my thigh, but this time, with purpose. It didn't stop like the last two times, it moved all the way up to in between where our genitals met. He pushed me up higher on his body and rubbed his tail against my clothed pussy.

"MC, may I please f... fuck you with my t-tail?" Levi asked. As soon as he realized what he said, he turned bright red from ear to ear. He didn't break eye-contact though. That's how I knew that he meant what he had asked. I stroked his damp with sweat hair and gingerly stroked his face. He leaned into my touch and closed his eyes for a moment to savor this moment.

"Of course, you can, my precious boy." I said with a smile. "Take my underwear off." I told him. He nodded and his blush started to fade. He grasped the damp fabric and pulled them down and off of my body. My body was fully nude, and Levi looked at me with a hungry look in his eye. His hands gripped, squeezed, and kneaded my breasts while his long scaly tail wrapped around my upper thigh and rubbed against my pussy once more. The texture of his tail felt so good sliding between my wet pussy lips that I couldn't stop the moans from bubbling up out of my mouth. One of Levi's hands moved to play with my clit while his tail squeezed my thigh and continued to grind against my pussy making me wetter by the second.

"Does i-it feel good, M-MC?" Levi asked. His blush had returned ten-fold, and he retreated his hand from my chest. I rocked against his tail and let out another moan in pleasure before nodding my head yes. I felt Levi's tail unravel from my thigh and before I could say anything, I felt the tip of his tail penetrate me. I gasped and my eyes rolled back in my head. We both moaned out a little louder as his tail went deeper. It was unlike anything I've ever felt, and I loved it. His movements were slow and deliberate like he was thinking about every tiny detail and trying his best to make it pleasurable. I looked down and let out a moan to get him to look at me.

"Ahh, Levi! You feel so... fucking good!" I leaned in closer, and his tail went deeper, stretching me out. Our lips met in a messy, wet kiss in which Levi's tongue found its way in my mouth. When our lips parted, Levi was caught up in the heat of the moment and licked my lips then my cheek. I don't know why, but it turned me on even more than I already was. A symphony of our moans and pants were the only relevant sounds in our ears. Before long, Levi's tail was quickening in pace, and he started to look frustrated.

"MC, I need... Can I... May I..." He grunted in between pants. He was struggling to say what he wanted to say whether from being so needy or being so shy.

"Take your - ah, time and... use your words, Levia-chan." I moaned in encouragement. His eyes lit up at the name and he looked me right in my eye.

"Please MC. I want to feel you on my cock." He said with the most confidence he's had so far. I moaned out a yes and he pulled his tail out after a few more thrusts. I turned a bit in order to comfortably ride him and aligned one of his cocks with my pussy before looking into Levi's eyes for one more piece of confirmation that he wanted this. I opened my mouth to ask if he was sure, but he grabbed my hips and gently started pushing me down onto his purple tipped dick. A moan from the deepest depths of my soul replaced any semblance of words that attempted to come out. Levi let out a shuddered breath that turned into a low moan halfway through. I didn't need time to adjust to his size, and even if I did, I didn't want to wait. I started to grind against his hard cock and felt his other one rubbing against my pussy. I knew I was a slut, but I could not fit two inside.

"Holy shit, Levi! You're fucking a-amazing!" I complemented. He blushed and shakily mumbled out a 'thank you' before squeezing my hips with his hands and guiding me to a rhythm that he liked. Once he found it, he threw his head back and made me bounce on his hard, scaly cock harder. Moans leaked from both of our slightly swollen lips. We worked in unison to get the best of both worlds pleasure wise. He loved when I went up so far only his tip was in my cunt, then slammed back down so it would plunge right back. I liked that too, but I loved grinding right after my ass slammed back down against his thighs with a loud 'slap' noise. While I was riding, I started to stoke Levi's other cock making him moan even more. I allowed a bit of spit to roll down my tongue and onto Levi's dick before stroking it; he seemed to like that. This pattern kept going until I decided to switch cocks. The one being stroked was now in my pussy and the one that was in me was now in my hand.

It only took a few minutes for Levi to become a moaning, whimpering mess as my hand pumped one cock and my pussy bounced on the other. His moans turned breathy, and his cheeks heated up once more; I knew he was close to his orgasm, but I decided to wait until he said as much. I didn't have to wait long.

"MC," Levi moaned out. He gasped in pleasure before continuing. "I-I'm getting close." His head lulled back in bliss. I leaned in to kiss him on his soft, pretty lips. Then I kissed down his neck and chest. There, I started to kiss, lick, suck, and gently bite his skin to leave marks. Any marks or bruises to form would be hidden away from prying eyes. No one would know that Leviathan, leader of Hell's mighty navy, Avatar of Envy, and third eldest of the seven demon lords would be walking around marked by a "lowly" human just under a thin layer of fabric. The very thought of him being mine made me so much wetter. Every little movement I made garnered a reactive sound from the shy demon fucking me like he had fucked a thousand times before. He hit every single spot perfectly and knew just when to push, pull, grind, moan, and thrust to make this amazing. It felt like his cock was made for me.

"Tell me when you're close, Baby. I want to edge you." I said breathlessly. Levi's breath quickened and he nodded his head in response. The more I grinded and kissed his neck, the more the moans left his wet lips. Though taking linger than I thought, soon after I spoke, Levi's breath quickened once more.

"M-MC, I- I'm so close." He moaned out in desperation. I smirked and got off of his dick making him whimper from the loss of contact. I positioned myself between Leviathan's legs and let him catch his breath before playfully putting the head of one of his dicks in my mouth. His breath hitched again and one of his hands found the back of my neck.

"Ah ah ah, you can't touch my head, my hands or yourself. Those are the rules." I said and stopped touching him so he would get the message.

"S-sorry," The purple haired demon blushed. I kissed his knuckles and placed his hands on either side of the bathtub. Once situated, I decided to really tease him. I put the tips of both of his penises in my mouth and messily swirled my tongue around them. Saliva dripped down my hand and his hard cocks to his pleasure. I took one out and decided to focus on them one at a time so I can make him last longer and maximize his pleasure. With only one in my mouth, my head bobbed up and down, moaning, and trying not to gag. I surprised us both when I managed to get the entire thing down my throat so that I was nose to groin.

Almost involuntarily, Levi's tail found it's way back to my soaking wet pussy and pushed itself in going deeper than it had before. My head seemed to go slightly fuzzy as I moaned against his cock. Levi started to get a look on his face where I knew he was about to cum so I pulled off of him once more. His breath was hard but steady. The pace and vigor of his tail did not slow in any way though.

"Ffff-FUCK, LEVI!" I accidentally yelled; my own orgasm neared. Levi probably figured out that I wasn't going to let him cum until I came and he was going to make sure that it was soon. His scaly tail was relentless and I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. I knew how much Levi loved when I moaned in his dick so I put one back in my mouth and started to stroke the other. My mind was fuzzier than ever as the pressure built in my stomach.

"I-I love you... SO much, MC." Levi moaned out and that was enough to send me over the edge. My eyes rolled back and my body shook as I came long and hard. My loud moans were only muffled but the scaly purple tipped dick in my mouth; the vibrations from the moans seemed to send shivers up Levi's back and he shuttered. When my orgasm was over, I decided it was time for Levi to cum as well.

"You ready to cum, baby?" I asked. He nodded his head rapidly only for it to slowly fall backwards when I put the tips of both of his dicks in my mouth once again. I got as much as I could in my mouth and used my hands on the rest until Levi was whimpering. "Cum for me, Levia-Chan." I said now just stroking them. And that's exactly what he did. His moans and whimpers mixed together in pleasure as he too shook and came all over his stomach and groin. It took him a minute it come down from the sensitivity, but once he did, I licked him clean.

His blush, a permanent red stain across his face as he watched me look up and him through innocent eyelashes, and lap up every bit of cum spilt.

"You're so- so... Amazing... I-I MEAN! Y-YOURE NOT BAD! F-FOR A NORMIE!" He stuttered about.

"I love you too, Levi." I kissed up his body and stopped at his lips lingering there longer than the rest to indulge in the sweet innocence of it. I then kissed his nose and forehead before cuddling up with him.

We sat there nude, not really paying attention to the movie that we missed most of, just cooling off. Eventually, we started to get cold and I grabbed my discarded fluffy blanket and covered us up. The movie ended up ending and we just shrugged and turned the screen off leaving us in only the dark ambient light of his fish tank.

[trsrina]

horror movies with ricky

written in second person pov, gn reader, fluff, established relationship, requested

!! mentions of horror, not proofread

- okay first of all, as we all know, this man isn’t scared of anything so watching horror movies to him are a piece of cake, he would not flinch at all

- so when he’s with a s/o that doesn’t handle horror as good as him, he would find it adorable

- it’s a friday night and you’re comfortably laying on the couch of your boyfriend’s penthouse, warmly wrapped up in blankets and your head leaning against his broad chest

- ricky’s fingers pressed against the tv remote, flicking through different shows and movies, trying to find a movie for you two to watch

- “how about ‘the nun’?” “hm? oh sure, whatever you like,” you were already feeling drowsy under the warm lighting in ricky’s penthouse and the absence of the sun as the clock reaches 8pm, ricky’s words went in one ear and out the other

- it seemed like ricky wasn’t aware of what the movie was about either as the first few minutes of the movie played, you realised something was off and your brain awoke

- throughout the first quarter of the movie, as jumpscare after jumpscare played on ricky’s 100 inch television, the proximity between you and ricky slowly disappeared as you inch closer ricky with your head smothered in his embrace, slightly jumping when terrifying images appeared on the wide screen

- upon feeling your little jumps against his chest, ricky’s focus reverted back to you, his eyes leaving the tv screen to peer down at your petrified state

- his gaze softened seeing your state of vulnerability and his hand automatically reached to grab the remote, pausing the movie. seeing as the movie was paused, you internally let out a relieved sigh and you looked up at ricky with a confused expression. the reason why you stayed quiet throughout the movie though you were beyond terrified is that you didn’t want to stop ricky from enjoying the movie

- “why did you stop it?” you asked ricky whose hand was softly caressing your cheek, “you’re obviously scared, sweetheart. why didn’t you say anything earlier? let’s get you to sleep, hm?” ricky flashed you his warm smile as his hand trailed up to pat your head, he sat up and before he could stand up, you stopped him, “you don’t need to stop the movie just because of me. i can watch it if you want to,” you pouted at him with your eyebrows furrowed

- “you matter more than that movie. let me tuck you into bed,” ricky carried you in his arms to your shades bedroom, shushing you from letting out any more objections and lovingly leaving a brief kiss on your head

- “come on, go to sleep,” ricky was sitting up straight by your side on the bed while you were laying in your shaded bed, laying on your side and facing ricky whose hand was once again tangled in your hair, softly caressing you

- “how can i sleep peacefully when every time i shut my eyes, that nun appears in front of me?” you peer up at him and puffing out your cheeks upon your feeling of frustration

- ricky chuckled before leaning down to pepper your face with kisses and he left no skin untouched by his lips from your forehead, nose, cheeks to your lips. your breath was taken away upon feeling his expression of love, both shock and shyness washing over the fear which was previously haunting you

- he let out a chuckle as he sat back up into his original position, “anything else, your majesty?” lovingly smiling as he looks down at you, “hm, maybe i’ll sleep better if lovelicky acts cute for me,” you smirked as you teased him, knowing very well that ricky can never resist nor decline your wishes

- ricky lets out a tired sigh before reaching up his hand to poke his own cheek, cutely saying, “your lovelicky is here,” he internally cringes as he looks down, beyond humiliated as you silently make fun of him, trying to your best to suppress your giggles as to not make him even more embarrassed as he already is

- “happy now?” “yes, yes, very happy,” you closed your eyes as you tried to fall asleep but you couldn’t help but giggle as the scene of ricky acting cute keeps coming to mind, “i can see you giggling, you know?” ricky softly pinched your cheek, you opening your eyes again as you whine, “i’m just having a really good dream,” “really? you said you couldn’t fall asleep because you’re still scared and now you’re giggling happily? do you want to watch that movie again?” ricky teased you back as he leaned down to face you with barely any distance between your faces. you protested against his offer and pushed him away as you insisted you could fall asleep and at last, you two ended up watching a kdrama on your laptop together as you couldn’t fall asleep after ricky’s numerous attempts at calming you down

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[echointernationaljumpers]

ONE OF THOSE DAYS...

Lauren's POV

"Come on, Lauren! Where are your brain today? Are you really too dense to understand the basics?" Vivian demanded to know, as I was cantering around on Cou.

Something wasn't feeling quite right with him today, and I didn't know what was wrong. The thought that Cou could have a bad day kinda brushed my mind, but I threw that thought away quickly. If Cou wasn't doing well, that was in my court as always. Or at least according to Vivian. And today I just couldn't do anything right apparently.

"Let him do the work, just sit there!" Vivian schooled me with that sharp tone of voice.

"I'm trying! He is just... ugh, not working with me!" I replied tensely, and tried to relax my body, so Cou could relax under me.

"You are not trying! You are moping!" she told me seriously, and I just shook my head at that. Apparently she took offence to that, as she added, "You are! Pull yourself out of your own behind, slow down and try again!"

After working with Cou and Vivian for about 20 more minutes, Vivian waved me over. I slowed the stallion into walk, then stopped him in front of her.

"This is not working," I told her.

"You are not going to get everything served on a silver platter with this horse. You need to actually try, Lauren!" her face was hard as stone, and her tone iceyer than I have ever heard it be before.

"I am trying!" I protested, but she held her hand up, telling me clearly to shut up and listen, without a sound.

"Cool him down. We are done here," with that Vivian just left the arena. Left me to my own devices with Cou, who wasn't co-operating with me today for some reason. Which was strange, because yesterday he was fine.

I groaned in annoyance, when Vivian was out of hearing reach, and tried not to let my anger - created by feeling misunderstood - impact Cou, as it probably wasn't his fault. It was all on me that I couldn't please Vivian today.

I was letting Cou just walk around the arena for loose reins, when I heard the sound of steps behind us. Not hooves though, feet. Then Lottie jogged up beside me, and looked at me while I was avoiding her gaze.

"What's up with Vivian?" she asked me, and I just shook my head, running a hand over my face. I felt something wet on my palm, and realized I was crying. Lottie said sympathetically, "That bad huh?"

"Yeah," I laughed watery and without joy, "She was just... I don't know what I did wrong, you know? Cou just wasn't working with me today, but Vivian made it out to be my fault again and again. I just... I mean I know she is kinda hard to work with sometimes, Vivian that is, but she hasn't been this bad in awhile." I sighed, angrily wiping away the tears.

"She is probably having a bad day too. Like Cou is," Lottie clearly tried to soothe my worries and fears, but today it wasn't really helping that much.

Still I answered, "Yeah, maybe." I starred thought fully into space for awhile, just letting Cou decide the direction, and Lottie seemed to follow beside me, not saying anything though.

"Honestly, I have known Vivian for a long time, but I never ever have gotten to know her like you have, Lauren. I mean, I think sometimes you are just pushing each others' buttons? I mean, I still never know what she is feeling, or what she wants, but you seem to know that. Mostentimes anyways," she shrugged and brushed her hand over Cou's coat.

"Yeah, I definitely wasn't able to do that today," I smiled with still slightly watery eyes.

"What do you need?" Lottie asked me, and I was about to just say 'nothing', and get on with it, but instead I said something else.

"Would you go for a ride with me and Toémme?"

"Sure, let's do it, when you have cooled down Cou. Whether you need to talk or just ride, I'm here," Lottie smiled at me, and patted me on the knee, before going to the bigger stable building to get Pinkie's halter.

We rode on towards the fields around Echo's facilities in comfortable silence for awhile. Then Lottie began telling some story about Pinkie's last happenings and mischiefs. I even got to laugh a little, even if I was still very much in my own head, but Lottie was bringing me out little by little, and we actually had a pretty good hack.

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Daggers and Daffodils Chap.9

Dagur x Reader

Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy today's chapter

-Clover/Peachmilkbard

Narrator POV

The next day of training shifted focus. "Today, is all about attack" called Gobber from outside the arena. You were currently gripping your shield and axe as you navigated the maze cautiously. "Natters are quick and light on their feet. Your job is to be quicker and lighter" you looked up to see the Natter walking in the maze's walls. It lifted its tail and shot spines at what you heard to be Fishlegs.

"Look for its blind spot. Every dragon has one. Find it, hide in it, and strike" You turned a corner of the maze that allowed you to see the twins had run directly in front of the Natter. However, the dragon didn't seem to notice or try to attack them. 'So that's the blind spot then?'.

You regrouped with Astrid, crouching alongside her and Snotlout. Hiccup stumbled across you moments later, "I know I know, but hypothetically-" he was silenced by Astrid, as the Natter closed in. You and Astrid rolled to another wall, staying in the dragon's blind spot, Snotlout following suit. Hiccup tried to copy your movements only to stumble halfway, gaining the Natter's attention. He scrambled to avoid the Natter, which had flown back onto the walls.

You were about to throw your axe at the beast when Snotlout put his arms in front of you and Astrid, "Watch out babe, I'll take care of this" he threw his axe only to miss the Natter by a full three feet, earning scrutinizing gazes from both you and Astrid. "The sun was in my eyes! What do you want me to do, block out the sun!?". You ran, turning corners to avoid being caught. One sharp turn had caused the Natter to crash into a wall, causing a domino chain reaction as you ran.

dagurYou felt the Natter get too close for comfort as it nipped the heel of your boot. "Split up!" Astrid called. Jumping onto one of the few standing walls, you and Astrid ran in different directions. The Natter had chosen to follow Astrid. Finding your bearings after landing on the round you turned to see the Natter about to attack Astrid, whose axe was stuck in Hiccups shield. Astrid tore the shield out of Hiccups grasp and hit the Natter in the face, causing it to reel back.

"Well done, Astrid" Gobber complimented, before Astrid blew up. "Is this some kind of a joke to you? Our parent's war is about to become ours. Figure out which side you're on".

Class was dismissed and you walked over to Hiccup.  "How're you doing?" Hiccup paused for a moment before he put up his usual front of humor and sarcasm, "Me, I'm fiiiinne" You raised an eyebrow, he looked away. "You said you'd stick by me no matter what, right?" you nodded.  His face contorted as though he was fighting with himself "mmmmm baaaahhhh, Y/N I need to tell you something" he shot out franticly, voice cracking. "Hiccup, you can tell me anything" Has about to speak when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you down. "Hey Y/N, you did pretty good today" Snotlout said, in an attempt to butter you up. "Not now Snotlout" you swatted his hand away and turned back to your brother, only to see he was gone. "Y/N, come on" Astrid called. You looked around unable to find him "Coming".

Hiccup speed walked through the woods. Yesterday had been a close call, he had almost let out everything that had happed out. He felt a tinge of guilt at leaving you in the dark. You were his sister, the person he trusted most, so why couldn't he tell you about toothless. Hiccup arrived with his basket of assorted fish and prosthetic tail in tow. "Hey toothless, I brought breakfast. Hope you're hungry." He threw the basket on the ground, fish scattering everywhere. Toothless growled at an eel he found in the basket, forcing Hiccup to throw it away, "Well that's interesting", he said sneaking around him as he ate. "You know, you are causing me a lot of trouble" he complained more to himself than toothless. "I had to lie to my sister today, y'know. This morning, she uh, caught me with all this fish, thank Thor she- she" he sighed, pausing his attempt to attach toothless's new tail. 'What am I doing'. This morning you had caught Hiccup sneaking out of town with a large basket of fish and a leather bundle on his back. You had questioned him, only to get an obvious lie about a 'perfect day for a picnic', you were hurt that Hiccup would lie to you, but you knew he must have had his reasons. You let him go, while silently praying to Odin he wasn't doing anything stupid.

The next day you were training on Identifying the different heads of a Zippleback. "The Zippleback is extra tricky, one head breathes gas, the other head lights it. Your job is to know which is which". You and Astrid huddled together as the arena filled with gas. Suddenly you were doused in water as Snotlout and Tuff screamed at you being the Zippleback. "Hey! It's us idiots" you yelled. "Your butts are getting bigger. We thought you were a dragon" Tuff said, causing your face to go pink. "Not that there's anything wrong with a dragoness figure" You punched Tuff in the gut in sync with Astrid hitting Snotlout. You readied yourself as you watched the two boys be pulled into the gas screaming. "Well, that's nightmare fuel" you said gripping your pale. The two of you dropped your pales as the dragon's tail swept you off your feet. Fishlegs threw his water onto the wrong head, proceeding to run when it surrounded him in more gas, before turning its attention on Hiccup.

"Now Hiccup!" Gobber yelled. You watched as He threw his pale, the water stopping a few inches short of the dragon. He chuckled nervously "You've gotta be kidding me" he said before he was knocked down. "Hiccup!" you yelled, before your eyes blew wide at the sight before you. Hiccup was scaring the beast back into its cage. "Now think about what you've done" for a split moment you saw him throw a familiar yellow and black fish- no- eel into the cage, causing the dragon to hiss. You looked to the others and the outside spectators 'No one else saw it'. Before he could be swarmed by the others with questions and slack jaws you grabbed him by his arm and pulled him out of the arena.

"Hey!" he said alarmed. "What are you up to?" You asked, using your fathers, intimidating glower. "I uh- I don't know what you mean. I've just been rereading the dragon book and-" you cut him off "I saw the eel, Hiccup. What have you been doing in the woods, Hiccup? How did you know about this?". He looked away from you. You softened "Hiccup, don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you" he finally looked back at you, "But I need to know that whatever you're doing, isn't putting you in danger". he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ok. But I need you to promise you won't freak out" again with being cryptic. "I won't" you promised.

"Where are we going, Hiccup?" you had been walking through the woods for who knows how long. "We're almost there" silence "Y/N, I'm sorry" he apologized, stopping. You were just outside of a drop off area, where in the corner of your eye you saw a small lake, "For what?".

"For not telling you sooner" He fidgeted, "Ok, this is gonna be a lot for you... And him". 'Ok, so the secret is a person, that doesn't explain why he didn't just introduce you earlier' you thought as he led you into the drop off.

"Ok, just wait here" you stood behind a large tree while Hiccup took off to a nearby cave. "Hey toothless" you heard him call. 'Thats a weird name'.

"I want you to meet someone". Hiccup entered the cave, you stepped out a bit from the tree to make sure he as safe. "Toothless? Toooothless" he called again. "Huh, weird. He's not in here-" he said walking back towards you, stopping when you felt the ground shake and a large figure loom behind you. Gripping your axe, you turned your head slowly to see a large black dragon towering over you. "Nightfury!" you screamed, accidentally startling the beast. Causing it to swipe a claw at you. You rolled underneath the attack and prepared to sing your axe when Hiccup ran in-between the two of you.

Your head was pounding, heart was racing, as you felt yourself falling into a panic attack. It was stronger than the others, forcing you to your knees. Growing when you realized that you were too panicked to be able to push your brother out of the way.

"It's ok! It's ok! It's ok!" Hiccup shouted putting a hand, out to the dragon. You were too busy trying to steady your breathing to notice your surroundings anymore, or Hiccup telling the dragon that you were his sister, and not a threat. Once he had calmed the dragon down enough not to try to attack, he rushed over to you.

"Y/N, it's ok. You're safe. He's not going to hurt you" his hand rubbing circles on your back as he coached you through breathing. Once your hyperventilating had ceased Hiccup lifted you to your feet, supporting you when your legs shook.

"Y/N, this is toothless. Toothless, Y/N" the dragon snorted at you. "Hiccup, is this what you've been doing out here" you asked voice still shaking. "Yes. I know this is crazy, but I need you to trust me" you looked from him to the dragon and back franticly. "Please" he asked, giving you a look, he knew always worked on you. You gulped, "Ok".

With your approval he held your hand out towards toothless, you flinched, "Breath". You tried to remain calm, focusing purely on calming your panic attack when toothless began to come closer. You closed your eyes when was only an inch away from your hand.

You had thought he was going to bite off your hand. Instead, you felt cool scales rest against your hand. You opened your eyes to see toothless resting his head against your hand. Hiccup smiled with a chuckle of relief. You felt a smile grow on you as well as your heartbeat and breathing evened out.

"You see Y/N, he's not dangerous. None of them are" he exclaimed, "Everything we thought we knew about them is wrong". Toothless withdrew himself from your hand, growing bored and dropping himself down on a bolder for a catnap.

"Are you ok?" he asked putting a hand on your shoulder. "I- I-" your smile fell, "You left me in the dark about this for how long!?" you scolded.

he squinted from your volume, "since the day after I shot him down". 'So, he did, hit him'. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?".

"Because I thought you would freak out and tell everyone!" he flailed his arms, almost causing you to laugh. "Ok, freak out? Yes. Tell everyone? Absolutely not". Guilt filled him for the 20th time that week alone as he thought about how much easier this would have been for both of you if he had just told you.

"Hiccup this is amazing" you smiled, surprising Him. "Just wait until you see this, then" running up to toothless he showed of a prosthetic tail he had been working on.

"When I hit him that night, I took off his tail. This is me, repaying him I guess" he pet toothless, who snorted at him, and swiped him in the face with his tail. "Ow!" you laughed.

"Ok, Hiccup" you called his attention back to you. "I won't tell anyone about this, but here's the deal. You let me learn from him with you. Aaaaand, you have to send out a letter for me". Hiccup agreed, "Who's the letter for?" your face went bright pink, the color giving away everything. And before you could answer he caught on, "It's Dagur isn't it?". "Maybe".

"Why don't you send it?" He asked. "Because the courier will know what it's about if it's from me". With Hiccups reluctant acceptance, and a goodbye to toothless you walked home.

Everything was different now, everything you thought you knew about dragons had been wrong. And suddenly, your once greatest insecurity; 'killing' the terror, became so much heavier.

Hi everyone, thank you so much for reading the chapter, I'm noticing that I'm getting out chapters much faster. So, expect one more chapter by the end of spring break.

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Happy Lowman x Reader-No One Hurts My Family

For @rebelwrites 900 followers challenge, I’m so proud of you, you deserve every follower and more!! 💜

Prompt: Why is arson always your first answer? 

(A/n: As soon as I got this prompt I knew exactly who I was going to write it for. This is my first time writing for Happy, so I hope you all enjoy it!)💜

Y/s/n-your sisters name

Y/ns POV

I knew as soon as my Y/s/n walked through the door that something was wrong. She wasn’t very good at hiding her feelings even though she thought she was, but she didn’t have me fooled for a second, she’d been crying that much was obvious from her bloodshot eyes and she was quiet, which for my sister was a rarity. I lightly knocked on her door and when I didn’t hear anything I entered her bedroom, fully expecting her to throw a pillow at me or shout at me to get out. But that didn’t happen. Instead, she just  sat on her bed and looked at me as the tears fell from her eyes. Without any hesitation I rushed over to her, pulling her into my arms, rubbing her back soothingly.  After a while, she eventually told me what happened and I felt my heart break for her. She witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her and to make it all a million times worse for her, today was their second anniversary and the girl he was cheating on her with was her best friend. I spent hours comforting her, telling her that she deserves so much better and that he was just a massive twat and eventually she fell asleep, snuggled up under her duvet. 

“You okay?”Happy asked with a curious look on his face as I shut my sisters bedroom door behind me and walked into the living room, sitting down next to him on the sofa. 

“Yeah, but  Y/s/n isn’t.” I answered, leaning my head on his shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around my shoulder. 

What happened? He asked and when I turned my head slightly I noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed in concern.

“Her boyfriend cheated on her, with her best friend” I knew as soon as those words left my mouth that he was angry by the way his grip on my shoulder tightened. 

“That fucker,” He hissed, the venom clear in his voice as he rose from the sofa, heading towards the door

“Hap, where are you going?” I asked, already knowing his answer. 

“To teach him a lesson,” He answered bluntly, grabbing his kute from the chair.

“You have an idea?” I asked with raised eyebrows, intrigued to know what type of idea he had in mind, there were a multitude of options that he could choose from, you were just hoping that what he had in mind wouldn’t land him in jail.

“It involves fire and his house,” 

“Why is arson always your first answer?” I sighed running a hand through my hair. Did I want to teach this guy a lesson, of course. Did I want his family home to burn down, well he definitely deserved it but no. There were too many risks and people who had nothing to do with this could get hurt. 

“Because it’s the most effective option,” he answered, a somewhat evil smirk coming on his face,“Am I wrong?” 

“Well no, but I just think setting fire to a fifteen year olds house is a bit far,” I argued, walking closer towards him. 

“You could set fire to his car, he loves his car more than anything else,” Y/s/n chimed in, causing me and Happy to turn round instantly but before I could say anything to her, she was gone as quickly as she appeared. 

“Wipe that smug smirk off your face, Hap,” I said, slapping his arm lightly as the proud smirk on his face grew. 

“I’ll see ya later,” he stated, pressing a quick kiss onto my lips.   

“Hap, you don’t need to do this,” I pointed out, grabbing his hand lightly, halting his movements. He turned to me, placing his hands either side of my face, with a soft look in his eyes, one that I’d only ever seen a few times since I’d known him.

“Yeah I do, she’s your family, which makes her my family and no one hurts my family,” As soon as he said those words I felt my heart burst, a feeling that only grew when he pressed another kiss on my lips, it was more heated than the previous one. He, like every man had his flaws, he was a criminal. I knew that. But he also gave me and Y/s/n a place to stay when we had nowhere and after a while I fell for him, not that I told him until we were at one of the clubs annual parties and after months of keeping my feelings hidden I kissed him and admitted how I felt and to my surprise he felt the same as I did. Ever since that day, we’ve been a team, I even had his crow tattooed on my side. I loved him and he loved me.   

“Well maybe when you get back I’ll have to show you just how grateful I am,” I whispered into his ear, as I placed a few light kisses along his neck.

“Tease,” He practically growled, as he pulled away from me and made his way outside. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” I shouted after him with a smirk on my face knowing full well that when he came back home from teaching that pirck a lesson, he was gonna destroy me in the best way possible.

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Motion Sickness

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jeongin

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompt @sicktember

No one's POV.:

Stray Kids had just finished a photoshoot, which had lasted most of their day. Not having eaten at all that day for the fear of looking bloated, they were understandably hungry. The drive back to their dorm would take another three hours, so none of them felt like having dinner at home and decided they'd stop for food somewhere close by before heading home. Checking google maps, Hyunjin found a cozy looking diner not too far away, which looked pretty promising. It certainly didn't disappoint, the atmosphere being calm and since there weren't many customers there, they could have some privacy. They went all out, ordering different dishes to treat themselves after going hungry for so long. Having fun with his friends, Jeongin didn't pay much attention to what he ate. He tried most of his hyungs' dishes too and soon found himself more than full. Maybe he had overdone it a little but he hadn't eaten all day, so it shouldn't be too big of a deal. At least they didn't have anymore schedule for the day and only had to get back to the dorm. Filing into the car, the maknae sat in the backrow, squeezed between Minho and Seungmin. Before they knew it, they were off on their way back to the dorm with the mood still light as the trio in the backrow teased each other as well as the rest of their friends. Chan only rolled his eyes, realizing that it had been a bad idea to let the three most savage members sit together for a drive this long.

It was only half an hour into the drive though, when Jeongin started to grow quiet. He was sweating a lot as the interior of the car felt overly stuffy. Thinking the air conditioning might have been turned off, he asked: "Am I the only one who feels really hot and uncomfortable?" Worried, Chan glanced into the rear mirror and frowned: "The aircon is running on the highest setting, it's pretty chilly, at least in the front." – "Back here too", Minho agreed, when Chan turned his eyes back on the road. "You okay, Innie?", the dancer asked quieter, only for his dongsaeng to hear. The maknae nodded and when Minho touched his forehead, he didn't have a fever, so the topic was dropped soon. While the group slowly forgot about their youngest's discomfort, Jeongin felt progressively worse. His stomach had started to churn and his shirt clung to his back from how much he was sweating. When Seungmin rested his head on the boy's shoulder, Jeongin moved away a bit and shook his head. He was too hot to be touched right now. By now, the maknae was certain that he was getting carsick. It hadn't happened to him in a long time, so he hadn't expected it to happen today but considering how much he had eaten before they got into the car, it did make sense. Closing his eyes and taking deep breaths through his nose, all Jeongin could think of was: 'I shouldn't have eaten before riding this long.'

Seungmin was starting to catch on too, the younger's pale complexion was a dead give-away. His suspicions were confirmed when Jeongin spoke up ten minutes later: "Chan-hyung, could you roll the windows down? I feel a bit sick." The maknae hated speaking up about not feeling well, so Chan knew he had to feel more than a bit sick. The leader rolled the windows down and glanced back at his dongsaeng. "Do you need me to pull over?", he asked worriedly, afraid their youngest was downplaying his struggles as always. Jeongin shook his head and closed his eyes again, while Seungmin placed a comforting hand on his knee. Hoping he'd be able to go to sleep, the maknae rested his head on his youngest hyung's shoulder. He tried his hardest to relax, sneaking a hand under his shirt to palm his unsettled stomach. His attempts were futile though, napping becoming impossible as he felt queasier by the second. His mouth was already watering but he was determined not to get sick in front of all of his hyungs. Hearing the youngest groan as he moved his head from Seungmin's shoulder to Minho's in an attempt to get comfortable, Chan glanced back and asked worriedly: "How ya holding up, Innie?" – "I'm starting to feel pretty sick back here", Jeongin admitted shakily. He swallowed a few times to get his stomach to stay down but was also sweating more and more. At this point, he was getting more certain that he'd have to be sick sometime. "There won't be another rest stop for the next thirty kilometers but I'll pull-over as soon as possible to give you a break, yeah?", Chan promised. Nodding with his eyes closed, Jeongin prayed that he'd last that long.

Two minutes later, he knew that he wouldn't last that long. Sitting up straight, he asked shakily: "D-Do you have a bag or something? I-I think I'm going to be sick." Chan hurriedly reached over to open the glove box. "There must be a plastic bag in there", the leader stated, focusing back on the road to let Changbin, who was riding shot-gun, retrieve the bag. It was quickly passed through to the back row, where Jeongin sat with both of his hands clamped over his mouth, taking labored breaths while Seungmin rubbed his back comfortingly. Minho opened the bag in front of his dongsaeng just in time for the maknae to gag into his hands. He had his eyes closed, so the dancer gently pulled at his wrist to move his hands out of the way. Opening his eyes and spotting the bag, Jeongin clutched it and brought it up to his face before pitching forward with a productive retch. "Aww maknae", Minho cooed, steadying the boy's shoulders, while Seungmin rubbed his back. The youngest let out a hoarse whine before throwing up again, the bag growing heavier in his hands. Coughing, he realized he really shouldn't have eaten this much. How was he supposed to stop now that it had started? The car took a sharp turn, knocking Jeongin sideways, and the youngest was glad his hyung kept him steady as he choked up another wave of his dinner. Catching a short break, the maknae sat up and wiped away the tears that dotted his lashes from the strain. Hyunjin turned around in his middle-row seat, handing the youngest an uncapped water bottle but Jeongin urgently shook his head and buried it back in the plastic bag, heaving. The weight of the bag only made him more aware of the amount he had already brought up. Why did he have to overdo it that much?

Jeongin didn't even notice how Chan had pulled into a rest-stop and brought the car to a halt. The members hurried to get out to clear the way for the three in the back row. Seungmin got out first, while Minho continued to comfort the maknae, whispering: "We stopped, do you want to get some fresh air? Maybe standing on solid ground for a few minutes will help." Jeongin nodded and allowed Seungmin to take the bag from him, so Minho could help him out of the car. His head spun dizzily and he had to rely on his hyung to keep him on his feet. The dancer wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him to a trashcan close by. "Do you feel like you're done?", he asked quietly. Jeongin shook his head, a wet burp escaping him before be bent over the trashcan as more sick spilled from his lips. "Wow, you really ate a lot, hm?", Chan cooed, impressed by the amount his dongsaeng was still bringing up. The oldest took over from Minho and gently patted the maknae's back as he coughed. Swaying dangerously, Jeongin clutched the Aussie's hand to steady himself. He choked up another wave before whimpering: "Hyung, please make it stop." – "I'm sorry, Innie", Chan cooed sympathetically, "Try to take deep breaths, yeah?" Shakily Jeongin did but failed miserably as his stomach wasn't yet done emptying itself. After a while though, he was reduced to dry heaves, which took a few minutes to taper off but when they did, Chan guided him to sit down on a bench close by their car. Hyunjin came over with tissues and some water for the maknae to rinse the taste off his tongue.

Drained from the earlier events, it didn't take long for Jeongin to go to sleep. Luckily, he was able to rest for a while before suddenly sitting up, startled. They only had another thirty minutes till they'd be home but the boy's stomach was rebelling again. Shakily picking up the bag, he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want this to happen again. Feeling his stomach clench, Jeongin gave a strained cough, that instantly brought up a small wave of sick. His mouth watered before he lurched forward again. Biting his lip in sympathy, Felix leaned forward in his seat behind the maknae and placed a comforting hand on his back. In an attempt to steady himself, Jeongin braced on hand against the dashboard while the other gripped the bag tightly. "You're doing great, Innie. We're almost home", Chan promised with a sad smile, taking one hand off the steering wheel to pat the younger's back. The boy could only groan in response, shaking from the strain. Leaning back against the window, Jeongin closed his eyes and let the bag dangle between his knees. He was certain he'd need it again if they weren't home very soon.

"Feeling a little better now?", Felix asked, walking up behind the bench to massage Jeongin's shoulders. The younger shrugged but relaxed, while the Aussie worked on his tense muscles. Handing the maknae some gum, Jisung commented: "I didn't know you get carsick, Innie?" – "Hm, been a while since it last happened. Just ate way too much earlier", Jeongin hummed, cringing at the memory of his dinner which didn't taste nearly as good the second time. Despite all of them wanting to get home soon, they hung around for some time, none of the members having the heart to force their youngest back into the car. Knowing they would have to continue eventually, Chan crouched in front of Jeongin and studied his pale face before cooing: "How do you feel now, Innie? Ready to continue?" The younger grimaced but he knew there was no way around finishing the rest of their drive. He nodded and allowed the leader to pull him to his feet. Changbin had readily traded seats with him, hoping his dongsaeng would feel better if he sat in the front. They got Jeongin settled with an empty plastic bag in his lap, incase he'd feel sick again later and Seungmin gave him his jacket because the maknae had started to shiver in his sweat-through shirt. By now, Jeongin was mostly tired, exhausted from the whole ordeal after already having had a long day, so as they continued their drive, Felix watched his dongsaeng's head dip down to his chest repeatedly. Taking pity on the boy, the Aussie took off his hoodie and bunched it up to a make-shift pillow. Stuffing it between the seat and the window, he gently guided Jeongin's head to rest against it. He hoped this way, the maknae would be able to sleep through the remaining two hours.

Dizzily dozing off, he didn't notice the car coming to a stop before somebody took the bag from his hands. Chan got out first and disposed of the bag before walking around to the passenger side. He waited for Felix to sneak his arm around the front seat to hold Jeongin, so he wouldn't fall out when Chan opened the door. The leader carefully opened the car door and unbuckled his dongsaeng, who sleepily blinked up at him when he got picked up. "Go back to sleep, Innie", Chan shushed, waiting for the rest of the group to get out. When everyone had gotten out of the car, he carried the maknae to their dorm. Minho was quick to open the door to let them in and Chan went straight for Jeongin's room. Setting the boy down on his bed, the Aussie helped him take of his sweaty shirt and put on a fresh one. Jeongin struggled out of his skinny jeans as well, sighing when the pressure was off of his stomach. When he was changed, he curled up and dozed off. He wasn't fully asleep yet, so he heard some rustling around the room before a hand shook him. Jisung whispered softly: "There's a bucket next to you and some water on the nightstand. Get some rest, Innie." The maknae hummed in reply, going to sleep while his roommate climbed into his own bed after making sure the younger had everything he might need. 

[hacawijo]

Azriel never said he was entitled to/deserved to be with Elain, those were Rhys’s words. Azriel said it didn’t make sense for two of the brothers to be with two of the sisters and not the third. Obviously it’s not the healthiest reasoning, but I think he’s reasoning in order to explain his strong feelings for Elain and to make sense of the powerlessness and envy he feels. Imagine pining after someone mostly unavailable and ultimately uninterested in you for 500 years, then finally finding someone else who makes you feel a lot of things and gets you better than maybe anyone else AND who is into you just as much as you are into them (he smells her arousal folks, Elain is super into Azriel and has been forever - literally fight me, I will give you receipts) and then to be forced to watch that person be essentially claimed, against their own preference, by someone else. Also, since when is it not absolutely certain that a fantasy romance ship is happening when someone expressly forbids it for political reasons??? That is such a classic trope!!

Azriel can’t catch a fucking break. How could you not have all of those feelings and then feel like fate screwed you when that person’s two sisters are destined for your two brothers? It’s a rationalization ADDED ON to the feelings he already has for Elain, he doesn’t have feelings for Elain because he thinks he’s entitled to her, he hopes that fate is showing him that his feelings are not in vain (AGAIN).

SJM herself said that she’s sprinkled breadcrumbs about Azriel’s story for a long time, which also makes me think Gwyn isn’t endgame because she’s such a new character. The moment between them in the bonus chapter actually reminds me a lot of Cassian’s moment with Emerie in ACOFAS. A lot of people predicted that he might be torn between her and nesta, but really it was just a way to flesh out that character outside of Nesta’s narrative. It seems more like SJM is trying to incorporate Gwyn into larger parts of the story and as more than just nesta’s friend. Perhaps what we need to glean from his interactions with Gwyn are the things Azriel values, and the personal growth he might go through, in a vocational sense, in the next book.

It makes him happy to make Gwyn happy because he ultimately cares very strongly for people who have suffered and survived and thrived. Cassian cares about what happens to the illyrians, Azriel doesn’t - the Valkyrie (to an extent) and the illyrians are Cassian’s mission, Azriel doesn’t have anything like that, yet. Azriel doesn’t like the violent things he does for the court, and that is probably part of why he feels so unfulfilled and lost. The most valuable things he has done have been the type of thing he did in saving Gwyn at Sangravah and training the priestesses with Cassian. This is all rooted, of course, in the suffering he witnessed his mother go through. All three of the illyrians are defined by the violence and wrongs done to their mothers, and two of them have found ways to make relative peace with those wrongs. Azriel has begun to and has done much to help wronged women and children and people, but I don’t think he’s had his Aha! Moment yet in the way that Rhys and Cassian have. His interaction with Clotho feels like an indication of his greater purpose, an alternative concern to his romantic woes re: Elain.

I’m not saying this means that Gwyn ISNT involved in a romantic way in the next book, but I think it’s hasty to assume it’s romantic just because Azriel has a meaningful, connected moment with her. Think about Manon and Elide or Feyre and Lucien, two friendships that bridged a lot of characters together and that could have gone in a romantic direction but didn’t. She tends to do that more with friendships than romantic relationships I think. I also think there was a clearer indication of Emerie’s interest in Mor than Gwyn’s in Azriel (I know there’s more interaction between Azriel and Gwyn, but Emerie is clearly into Mor when she says she doesn’t come around Windhaven anymore), and it seems almost as tidy to have Azriel and Mor end up with the other two Valkyries as for Azriel to end up with the third sister. Azriel, Mor, and Cassian are very nearly as much a sacred trio as the Illyrians. Also, I think it’s more likely that Mor will end up with Emerie because she hasn’t had a real romantic interest be yet revealed (the only thing I can think of is Viviane’s younger sister, but that was also superrrrrrrrrr subtle and I might have read too far into the text) and SJM pretty much never decides to start those in the course of one book (of which this extra Azriel POV chapter would be a part).

I also just want to say that Elain has been consistently uncomfortable with Lucien. He gets her the gloves for solstice, and it’s because he has a fundamental misunderstanding of her as a person. He sees her as something delicate to be sheltered and protected from thorns and elements, but that’s actually one of the things Elain loves most about gardening, and is probably how she wishes she could live her life if given the freedom and confidence. In the Feysand chapter, Feyre specifically mentions the gloves that Lucien got Elain and the consequences of Elain not wearing them. On the surface it seems silly because she hurt herself, using the gloves makes total sense, but Rhys and Feyre are actually talking about Elain as someone who is growing and who actually likes to get dirty and FEEL things. It would make COMPLETE sense for Elain to be with Lucien, he’s her mate and he’s courtly and traditional (for a high fey, anyway) and it would be very politically tidy. But maybe this new, changed Elain just doesn’t want that anymore. Maybe she thinks Azriel’s scarred hands are beautiful because they’re nothing other than what they are, and she’s not afraid of having her own scars (I.e. the thorns).

I don’t know for sure that it’s a great sign that Azriel got Elain jewelry. That could be an indication that he sees her beauty and delicacy similarly to the way Lucien does, and certainly he is protective of Elain. BUT think it could mean something different because it was juxtaposed with the pearl earrings that Lucien gave Elain. They were plain, we’ve never had any indication that Elain is interested in pearls or even regular jewelry. SJM OBVIOUSLY put much more thought into the description of the necklace and AZRIEL OBVIOUSLY put much more thought into his gift for Elain than Lucien did. He thought about Elain and what she means to him and gave her something that appears gently beautiful and informal but is even more lovely when someone PAYS CLOSER ATTENTION TO IT, as Azriel always does with everything, and especially Elain.

just can’t imagine SJM having anything that is awkward and at best uncomfortable and uncommunicative turn into an endgame relationship. Elain and lucien have no passion, neither sexual nor antagonistic nor romantic. All of her relationships tend to involve a pretty instant attraction and ongoing tension with tiny little moments sprinkled in from the get. Elain is only ever uncomfortable around Lucien. On the other hand, she is innately comfortable with Azriel pretty immediately (again ask for receipts and I will give them).

They also meet each other pre-cauldron, Lucien is literally like, “she’s my mate!” During one of the most traumatic and dissonant moments of Elain’s life. Remember how much Rhys DIDNT MAKE FEYRE’S LIFE OR TRAUMA ABOUT HIM???? He waited FOREVER to tell her about the bond, was pretty certain he could never be with her, would have been happy to never tell her and just have her be happy. Cassian was pretty sure of the bond with nesta and did not come close to mentioning it until they declared themselves together forever. Rowan and Aelin were also terrified to admit to each other that they were mates, again because they worried what it might do to negatively affect the other. But there’s Elain, fresh outta the cauldron, they all heard her screams and saw her terror and despair, and the first thing he says is “she’s MY mate.”

Also want to be clear I’m not trying to hate on Lucien. I mentioned above that Lucien is used to being pretty courtly and traditional, I think he was raised in the autumn court and has a very traditional understanding of what the mating bond means. I don’t think he is ever trying to claim Elain because he’s inherently trying to ignore her wishes or control her, but because he feels that bond and believes in the fact that it is sacred. Elain was born human, doesn’t really understand the significance of mates the way Lucien does. Of course she wouldn’t have a matching reverence. Elain is used to love and building trust and a relationship with someone over time and with patience. Which is exactly how her relationship with Az progresses.

Really think about Elain and Lucien, what about them seems compatible? He plays the game, he’s clever, his specialty is in people and he likes to have repartee with those he’s close to. Elain is pretty much always herself, she doesn’t change to suit her company, and she frankly doesn’t seem to love figuring people out. She loves being with the people she loves, but the politics of people don’t interest her - nature interests her. She’s kind in a way that Lucien would probably probably find boring in someone who isn’t his mate. In ACOSF, nesta is constantly thinking about the difference in her relationship with her mother from the relationships her mother had with her sisters. She makes it really clear that Elain never knew how to handle people in the same way as nesta or any courtier, and that she wasn’t really all that interested in intrigue or politic (which is why their mother was never interested in Elain). Elain and Lucien do not understand each other and do not understand the other’s passions or motivations. I like Lucien, I don’t love him the way that some folks do, probably because I never really got over his failure to feyre in ACOMAF, but I do want him to be happy. I think he can’t give Elain what she wants or needs and vice versa.

Lastly I want to talk about symmetry and fresh narrative. At this point, mating bonds are pretty played out. SJM has set a lot of groundwork re: the fact that mating bonds are NOT always perfect, and are NOT always happy. Rhys talks a lot about his mother and father. They were very unhappy together; they did not understand each other. It sounds like Rhys’s father was a politician and Rhys’s mother was wild and raw and genuine. This is part of the reason he waits so long to tell Feyre about the bond (and obviously he doesn’t even get to tell her, she finds out on her own). I am definitely not trying to say that Lucien is like Rhys’s father, he’s not, he’s a much better person, but I do think that the differences in Rhys’s parents’ values and passions mirror the dissonance that can be felt between Lucien and Elain as well. I think all of the wind was taken out of the relationship before it started because Lucien named Elain as his mate so quickly- it was really unearned. It is so EARNED in Feyre and Rhys’s story and Aelin and Rowan’s.

I think the idea of choosing love over nature is actually extraordinary. Elain, who has never really had a choice in her whole life, will make the most subversive and difficult choice of the series by rejecting her mating bond. And Azriel, who has never believed himself worthy of good things, will be chosen over a mating bond because he is so extraordinarily deserving of happiness and love and to be truly chosen as someone else’s paramour even beyond the influence of a mating bond. Is there any greater narrative validation of Azriel than that???? SJM writes grand, dramatic cosmic payback for her characters, and this would be a crowning achievement in that vein.

As for Lucien, what he has needed is a way out of the lines he’s always been expected to live in. He was never at home in the autumn court, he was never truly at home in the spring court, and despite Elain, he is definitely never at home in the night court. Lucien’s love, the thing that made him more happy than anything else in his life, was inherently unconventional, and then the convention he lived in destroyed it. Letting go of Elain and the mating bond will be the best way for him to reject the rules that have confined him for his entire, mostly miserable life. Elain will choose Azriel, and Lucien will choose to let her go, not just for Elain but also for himself. I’m willing to bet he might even give up his immortal life to be with Vassa and Jurian. Obviously that whole trio’s dynamic is still pretty murky, but I THINK he seems to be into Vassa (hell who knows - maybe he’s into jurian). Certainly he is happier with them than he has ever been anywhere else (tamlin was Lucien’s dear friend, but Lucien was also fucking terrified of him), and maybe it’s not and will never be about romantic fulfillment for him. That being said, that seems unlikely given SJM’s tendency to pair off her characters.

As for people being mad about the sex stuff...... have we not been reading the same books? Cassian and Rhys have both made it clear to Feyre that Az can get it, he hasn’t been chastely pining for Mor his whole life. Nesta also specifically confirms in this newest installment that Elain is not a virgin, hello bread crumb set up. Elain and Azriel are both sexually active adults who are sexually attracted to each other. Why should they not be able to have agency over their own sexuality in the same way as all of the other characters? Because they’re shy? Because they seem nicer and gentler?

I think it’s actually really infantilizing to make Elain a victim/inactive participant in her solstice interaction with Azriel. Sure, narrators aren’t always reliable, but SJM always uses the fey scent as a story device to confirm sexual interest and initial/general consent for the reader without suspicion or misinterpretation. I. E. Nesta and cassian both had really warped understandings of how the other felt about them for a lot of ACOSF, but they always came back to knowing for certain that they were sexually attracted to each other. That is something that SJM makes pretty freakin clear in most situations. I don’t think that Azriel thought anything that was darker or dirtier than anything Rhys or cassian has thought about feyre and nesta. In fact it was definitely less kinky than how cassian and nesta often thought of each other sexually before they really got together.

Also, a lot of elain’s reactions to Lucien in ACOWAR remind me of mor’s reactions to Azriel throughout the series. You could tell she was feeling some type of way, but in reality it was guilt and sorrow that she couldn’t return his feelings, not that she was tortured by her love for him. I feel like when Lucien goes to the continent and Elain displays emotion about it it’s more about the fact that she feels bad she doesn’t feel more for him even though she does feel the bond. I’m sure it was really confusing for her. Elain’s reactions to Azriel, though, remind me more of the little snippets of interaction between Aedion and Lysandra before they had more POV in the ToG series and also those between cassian and nesta in ACOMAF and ACOWAR before THEY had POV chapters.

Wow so yeah here’s my dissertation. I hope someone out there reads this and is like YES THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN TRYING TO SAY, because I love when I find posts like that.

[megumis-lashes]

Hi!!! Ur ac is so cute, can I request a Megumi fic where he’s comforting reader after she deals with a curse? From the prompt“Just keep moving. That’s all you can do” maybe a lil angsty too idk 😳

It’ll be alright... It has to be...

Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

An: Hii! Thanks for requesting! Sorry that I’m just getting to this now but hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless!! For future reference I would appreciate it if requestors included the POV/writing style they want! It helps me a lot ^^ Please feel free to give me feedback as well! Also apologies in advance I got a little carried away with angst 🥲 Also happy birthday to Megumi!! 🥳

✨Contains✨ : angst (sorry I got carried away lol), fluffy moments at the end to compensate for the amount of angst 🥲, female reader, roommate Megumi, hurt/comfort scenario, mentions of death, slight mentions of injury/attack, traumatic events happed to mc, crying, and lots of crying

Word count: 1.2k ^^

1:47 AM

Megumi shuffled in bed. Despite his best efforts at sleeping, he simply couldn’t. He was awoken by the sound of tears from what seemed to be just outside of his door. The tears would’ve remained utterly silent if it weren’t for the choked sobs that accompanied them.

The boy reached over to turn on his bedside light, his eyes wincing at the bright and sudden contrast to the darkness that had previously enveloped his room. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Was someone home? We’re they crying? Or was he just imagining this situation due to being delirious from lack of sleep? Then he realized, (Y/N) must’ve arrived home really late. But why was she crying?

(Y/N) was Megumi’s roommate and close friend as they had known each other for many years. They both attended the same school, used similar curse techniques and handled emotions and such quite similarly. This is why Megumi found it easy to open up to her. She had a warm personality but simultaneously remained distanced and grounded. Despite this bold facade she put on, emotional buildups could only go so long without cracking.

(Y/N) was assigned a mission earlier that night. Despite Megumi’s insistence to help her in her battle, she refused, almost as if she had something to prove to herself by finishing the mission alone. Anything assigned by Gojo was never a ‘walk in the park’. They both knew ahead of time how dangerous the mission would be. She would be required to clear out or even destroy if necessary, a large building in a local business district. Said district was typically teeming with strong curses but due to the uproar in negative emotions, the curses had grown much stronger. Hearing her sob from a distance made guilt swell in Megumi’s chest. He should have accompanied her.

(Y/N)’s POV

I sat on the corner of my bed, my head in my hands as a cried. I tried my best to keep quiet but I couldn’t. I wanted to scream. The images I had seen today would never leave me. My dreams would definitely be turned to nightmares for the next few months.

I underestimated the curses and withheld too much pride in my own abilities. A foolish mistake. I should’ve been more careful but I can’t bring back the dead now can I? I shook my head, burying my face deeper into the comfort of my hands, now dripping with tears. I rarely let myself cry like this, and as much of a relief as it was to finally crack, I seemed to forget the searing pain that came along with it.

I was a failure.

My head shot up from its lowered position and I searched my doorway for whatever had caused a low creaking sound to circle my room. Standing in the doorway was a dark figure, easily recognizable as Megumi. It was clear that he had just got up as he was dressed in baggy sweats and his hair was messily ruffled. On any other day I probably would’ve gushed over his appearance. I was in no mood to do so now. I must’ve been too loud with my tears and had awoken him. I’m such a fool.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned simply, blinking heavily as to push away his exhaustion. I began to violently rub the tears from my eyes. I knew it was useless to try to hide it now but I didn’t want to bother him anymore. “Oh ahh it’s nothing! No worries I just.. uh.. kicked my bed in my sleep and it really hurt. Sorry to wake you...” I rambled. I knew he would’nt believe me but it was worth a try. I didn’t want to become even more of a burden.

Megumi stood in my doorway in silence, gazing at what I suspected to be my rather unsightly appearance. I glanced to the side out of embarrassment but quickly righted my head as I heard him approach. Wordlessly, the ravenette walked to my bed and sat down beside me, gently pulling my head into his warm chest.

“Now (Y/N), tell me what’s really wrong... if you’re willing..” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of my head in comfort. I sniffled, finally giving in and letting the tears cascade down my cheeks.

“I... I shouldn’t have taken that mission alone... m-maybe then I would’nt have so much blood on my hands...” I cried, burying my head further into his sweater, soaking it with my tears. “The curses.. there were too many! And they were so-so strong! I didn’t know what to do...” Megumi continued to hold me, gently patting my back and pushing my hair from my face. I continued. “The best plan I could come up with was to set traps in the building and then destroy its base. That way the curses would either be trapped or destroyed in the collapse, giving me enough time to get help. I was w-wrong... I was so so wrong.” I choked on my words, tears burning as they slipped down my cheeks and towards my mouth, the salty tang of sadness stung my throat.

“It’s alright.... you don’t have to tell me anymore if you don’t want to...” Megumi mumbled into my hair, still embracing me. I coughed and then tried to breath a bit. The next part of the memory was by far the worst. I had to get it out of me

“The building fell... everything was seeming to go as I planned. I was prideful, far too comfortable with my own abilities... What I failed to realize is that there were a handful of people still near the building. I thought I had gotten everyone to vacate the area.... apparently some people had snuck back in.” I paused, letting out a small sob. “Two people were crushed and killed upon impact, four were caught underneath the carnage and one young boy was injured. I tried my best to save them... I really did but... nothing I did was enough. Two of the citizens died shortly after being caught in the fall, the remaining two were killed by a curse, a low level one I had managed to miss all together. It was terrible. The only thing I could manage to do was to kill the curse and run, the young boy clutched between my arms, the arms stained with the blood of innocents...” I exhaled deeply, letting out a shaky sigh that morphed into a sob. Megumi was still holding me tightly, gazing at me through his deep blue eyes.

“(Y/N)... it’s not your fault.. There were things you couldn’t control and despite the lives that were lost you did manage to save two lives.” He explained. “W-what do you mean? I only saved one I couldn’t do anythin-” “Shhhh... You saved that boy and you saved yourself. You give yourself so little credit. People value you (Y/N), honestly I’m not sure what I would do without you. I’m thankful you’re alive is all. I understand that this is painful for you but it won’t be the first time you have losses. This path we chose is a dangerous one. Just keep moving. That’s all you can do.” He softly smiled, reaching forward to brush the tears from my face. My eyes widened. It wasn’t often that I got to witness a semi-vulnerable Megumi. It was a moment to cherish.

He brushed my cheeks with his hands, my puffy eyes were surely a sight to withhold. “It’ll be alright...” He mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. My eyes widened once again and I quickly brought my hands up to cover my face. “W-what are you doing?! You-you can’t just do that with no warnings?” I stuttered. “Oh so you did like it huh? I guess that means you return my feelings then.” He muttered, teasingly rolling his eyes. Two can play at that game. I reached up, pressing my lips against his once again. This time I surprised him although he eventually gave into it. Once we pulled apart, he glanced away, a slight blush on his face. “Aww is someone shy?” I snickered. He teased me all the time so it was only appropriate that I returned the gesture. Despite my taunts, he turned back to me and smiled once again. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he gently pulled me down with him, pulling the covers over us both.

“I’m glad to see you smiling again.”

[heyitsrink]

nine lines, nine people

Oh this is fun! I was tagged by @tragediegh (thanks for the tag!)

I'm tagging @mellowthorn @owlbelly @spectrum-color @motleywolf-et-al @feathersandblue @creatureofsunandsky @whatevsbla @roostercrowned (maybe lines from a comic script?) @showmethecrowfacts ^ No pressure! Some have already been tagged - I'm just adding to the chorus ✨

I've been working on a short fic from Hap's POV in which he meets Bee for the first time. Here's nine sentences:

 The next afternoon, I stumbled upon a seasonal market and used the few coins I had saved up to buy a wood-carved rattle with seeds inside. It was the smallest rattle I could find and the artisan assured me that it was the proper size for a newborn. The rattle was painted a deep blue with a rather charming pattern of bright golden stars.

By day I walked along the winding river and experimented with different melodies that would eventually become the lullaby for my baby sister. It was a task I agonized over. The song had to be perfect for her. I sought inspiration in the river water trickling down to the shoreline and in the way the leaves rustled together in a gentle wind. The birds were generous in the morning songs they offered and the crickets held their own chorus in the evenings. The world is never silent and so I thanked Eda for all she gave so freely.

[animefan-overran]

Birthday Surprise (Twinleaf Shipping)

******PART 5*****

Barry’s POV:

“Sounds like a plan,” Dawn said, as she hung up the phone. Barry stood dead still, the ring of the dial tone humming in his ear. Why was he still so hesitant about going through with telling Dawn his true feelings? He knew he needed to do it, or it would drive him insane. It felt like his mind was at a constant tug of war with itself, one side wanting to stay comfortable, and the other wanting more… wanting Dawn. 

“I need to get out of my head,” Barry whispered, as he set his phone back on its stand. “All this overthinking is starting to give me a headache,” he groaned, softly massaging his temples. Despite knowing that he needed to calm down, Barry couldn’t help but focus on all the outcomes that could possibly happen with Dawn, especially the ones that ended in disaster. He sighed and flicked his hair in a haphazard motion, as his feet set pace around his room. “Ok, ok calm down. There’s no need in worrying about something that hasn’t happened yet.” Barry tried to convince himself. 

Barry belly flopped on his bed in utter panic for his meeting with Dawn. Just as he buried his head in the crater of his pillow, a light rapping came from his bedroom door. 

With a loud groan, Barry forced his body to move as he plopped off of his bed. 

“Who is it,” Barry squeaked as he dragged himself to the door. 

“The one who birthed you,” Barry’s mother answered.

“Coming,” Barry muttered, finally making his way to the door. 

“Yes?” Barry grumbled, poking his head out of the small gap that the door formed.

“Well, look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Barry’s mother shook her head, taking notice of her son’s lethargic demeanor. “I just wanted to talk to you about the details of your birthday party. We have the location and catering and all figured out,  we just need to go over who has RSVPed.” 

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” Barry shuffled to his bedside table and picked up a hap-hazardly folded piece of paper, and handed it to his mom. “Here’s the checklist so far,”

His mom scanned over the slip of paper, before folding it back up, and placing it in her pocket. “Ok, looks like there’s going to be anywhere from around 50-75 people, friends and family and all… Oh! I see you’ve finally invited Dawn” her smile growing wider. 

Barry gulped down his uprising nerves. If there was one thing he was most nervous about, it was whether or not Dawn would actually still show up to his party. 

What if after my meeting with her, she never talks to me again! She might feel awkward about our relationship and fall silent to me. Of course, that means she’s gonna miss my party too…” his thoughts were now racing in and out of all the case scenarios once again. 

“I see I struck a nerve there, honey. Sorry about that!” Barry’s mom chuckled, taking notice of her son’s silence. “Ok, I’ll leave you be,” she finally huffed, walking to the door, before turning to her son one last time. “Oh, and be sure to wear something nice dear. It doesn’t have to be fancy, maybe just a nice vest or something?” his mom said before marching off to her room. 

“Ok,” Barry replied and proceeded to belly flop onto his bed. He let out a big groan at the moment of impact. How the hell am I gonna tell Dawn how I really feel? What if she leaves town for good because she just can’t stand the embarrassment? What if she tells everyone that and laughs in my face! I don’t know how I could possibly live with it! Once again, Barry was subject to indecision about whether he should even go through with it. No! I have to! I’ve been wanting to tell her for the past 8 years! I can’t do it at the party, that’ll draw attention. Yes, it has to be Wednesday… and just like ripping off a band aid, it’ll be quick and done!

[howling-harpy]

Outsider pov: From Harry, he hazily heard something about Speirton doing a French kiss when he was drunk on the baloony of the Kehlsteinhaus ! 🥰🥰🥰

Word count: 860 A/N: Token straight!Harry returns. Thank you for the prompt! Always happy to write speirton.

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It was the best day of Harry’s life, and he was positive it would forever be the second best until the end of his days as his wedding day would soon take the first place. The Alpine winds were blowing, the sky was bright, crisp and blue, and champagne buzzed in Harry’s veins. He hugged Lipton and laughed just out of happiness and breathless relief, and then let himself collapse back in one of the sunchairs.

Dick stole Nix away, but Harry wasn’t worried. For the first time in what felt like forever he felt safe. His friends left his side, but he knew they’d be fine and that they’d be back. A suffocating sweet balloon of happiness swelled in his chest and threatened to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes against the blue sky and dreamed of Kitty. Soon they’d be together, Harry’s parachute would be transformed into a beautiful dress for his girl, and then they’d be married. Married, with decades and decades of domestic bliss ahead of them. Harry felt tears brim in his eyes and smiled so wide it hurt. Lipton laughed too somewhere near. He had been barely keeping his smile at bay when Dick came to give them the big news, but now his happiness too had overflowed. Harry listened to his free laughter that he hadn’t heard since they’d departed from New York. “Come on, Ron!” Lipton laughed, refusing Speirs who was somewhat slow after an entire bottle of champagne and developed a boyish mischief along with it. Harry cracked one eye open and saw that Speirs was climbing up from the chair by using Lipton as his support, squeezing handfuls of his jacket and pulling himself up while Lipton laughed. “It’s over,” Speirs said like he couldn’t quite believe it, “over. It’s over.” “Yes, it’s over,” Lipton agreed softly, his voice warm and full no doubt with the same happiness that choked Harry. Speirs pulled himself upright by climbing Lipton, from his waist to his chest until finally he was grasping him by the shoulders. Lipton’s wide grin tempered down into a smile, his cheeks flushed with something else than alcohol, and Speirs stared him down like he had never seen him before. Harry shook his head and laughed a bit. He could never figure Speirs out, but Lipton seemed to have so Harry was content to leave the drunken Captain to the fresh Lieutenant. Friends should be with friends now that they finally had time. “Ron! You’re way too drunk, we’re going to tip over – “ “Hush, I’m never letting go.” There was rustle of clothes, a muffled gasp, and then a sound of a sunchair clattering when a misstep was taken, then a heavy thump of two bodies landing heavily on a cushion. Harry laughed out loud when he listened and knew whatever dance steps Speirs had tried to pull had ended up with him falling and pulling Lipton down with him. “Now look at what hap- “ Lipton started to scold, but was promptly cut off with something pressing against his mouth and muffling his voice. Harry patted the floor with his hand and found a half-full champagne bottle, brought it to his lips and gulped it down. The fizzing bubbles threatened to go up his nose and he had to pace himself, but the sweet luxury went down easily and rose to his head even easier. The conversation in the sunchair next to him didn’t resume, and Harry started to wonder if Speirs was keeping Lipton quiet with his hand on his mouth or had he passed out entirely, and stole a glance. They certainly looked comfortable there in the chair even though both Speirs and Lipton were big guys and they barely fit there. Speirs had ended up pulling Lipton down it seemed because Lipton was sprawled over Speirs’ thighs, his legs here and there while Speirs had him secured in a tight hold around his middle to stop him from falling to the floor. The victory dance had apparently turned into a victory hug since that was easier to accomplish lying down, and again Harry laughed. It was hard to tell exactly how they were lounging in the chair and which limb belonged to whom, but they seemed awfully comfortable so close together. Harry squinted against the sun in his eyes and took another look, and even though it was hard to tell how their legs tangled together it was easy to spot their faces very close together. Or actually, on a second look, just together. Harry raised his brows at them and felt a small tug of jealousy because Kitty was so far away, and here were his buddies shamelessly indulging. For a moment Harry wanted to make a pointed comment at Speirs for his sloppy kissing technique and the lack of manners, but then Lipton moaned into their kiss and pushed his hand into Speirs’ hair, and Harry decided to keep his comments to himself and look away. “Ugh… Fellas? Just don’t forget that I’m still here, alright?” Harry said, then closed his eyes and went back to enjoying the sun and the drink.

[a-daydreamers-stories]

~So this is the last part of Hate me right! I’m sorry it took me so long! My work has been short-staffed so I have been working almost 7 days a week and it makes me sad to finish this story too. This part is really long so I will be putting a keep reading in it this time.~

Chapter 11

Reader’s POV

~A year later~

After the initial shock wore off everyone was very both happy for us and terrified by us. Our arguing had taken on a playful tone and as Juice described it we had “disgusting tactics” to win them. Which was just us trying to distract the other one by doing something sexy and that led to rough and angry sex.

It had been an interesting year and honestly, I couldn’t have been happier. Happy had truly been amazing, we understood and were comfortable with each other. Happy moved in after 3 months, he’d practically been living with me anyways, but he insisted it was because he wanted to make sure I was protected. He didn’t exactly talk to me about it beforehand either, just showed up one day with the rest of his stuff, which caused me to laugh at him so hard that I started crying. I was currently laying in bed watching tv while Happy was sketching beside me.

“What ya working on?” I scooted closer, attempting to see when he shut the sketchbook and smirked.

“Surprise.” He said simply. 

“For me or one of your brothers?” I pouted slightly. He hated showing me his work before it was finished but I always loved watching him sketch.

“Have you asked for a new tattoo?” Happy asked, raising an eyebrow at me. He had designed a few for me since we officially got together. Having Happy give me a tattoo was one of the most erotic things to ever happen to me and each time I was left a soaked mess.

“Can I ask for one now?” I smirked and moved his sketchbook onto the nightstand so I could straddle him.

“Why?” He smirked and nipped at my lower lip.

“Because…” I smiled.

“Because it makes you horny when I tattoo you?” He chuckled and brushed my hair back away from my neck.

“Maybe…” My breath hitched as his lips brushed over my neck.

“Maybe?” Happy laughed. “When I tattooed your thigh, I had to pause just to eat you out because you were so soaked and squirming.”

“Not my fault,” I said and smiled as his fingers trailed up my back. “You’re just so damn hot and being that close to my pussy…”

“You’re impossible.” Happy smirked and sucked hard on the soft spot on my neck.

“Mmm… but you love me.” I moaned and grinded against him.

“So fucking much.” Happy groaned softly and his lips moved down to the collar of my shirt. “Thought we agreed that clothes are outlawed in the bedroom.”

“You said that but then you continued to wear boxers so I figured that law was revoked.” I giggled.

“I’m bringing it back.” He growled and took my shirt off, his hands going up to cup my breasts.

“Then take your fucking boxers off,” I smirked and pushed him back against the headboard roughly. “Now…”

“So fucking bossy.” Happy grabbed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top. “Did you forget that I’m the boss?”

“I know you’re the boss, daddy.” I batted my eyelashes at him innocently.

“Then why are you giving me orders?” Happy smirked and leaned down to kiss my neck roughly. I moaned and moved my head to give him better access which he took full advantage of and bit playfully. “Tell daddy you’re sorry…”

“I’m sorry, daddy…” I moaned loudly as he bit the other side.

“Hmmm… I think you’re just saying that.” Happy smirked against my skin.

“Daddy…” I whined in frustration as Happy grinded against me, his boxers still on. “Please! I’m sorry, daddy!”

“Mmmm… good girl.” Happy lifted his head up and looked down at me with a smirk. “Now, ask me nicely to take my boxers off.”

“Take your boxers off…” I started sweetly, smiling up at him. “And please fuck me hard.”

“Good girl…” Happy smirked and quickly pushed his boxers down. He thrust into me hard and quick, filling me completely and I gasped loudly. My hands wrapped around him, nails digging into his back as he started moving in and out of me.

“Fuck!” I moaned as he growled lowly, his head moving down to my neck. He marked me, roughly, showing me exactly who was the boss.

“My… good… girl…” He growled out with each hard thrust, pulling his head back to look at his work. One hand gripped the headboard and the other wrapped itself around my throat. Our eyes locked with each other and I smiled as his fingers squeezed, I trusted Happy completely, he was the love of my life.

Happy pushed us closer and closer to our orgasms, gently applying more pressure as we started growing closer. My nails dug into his back, leaving my own marks on him. RING! RING! RING! Happy’s simple ringtone cuts through the air and I nearly sobbed as he stopped moving.

“Happy…” I whined as he leaned over and grabbed his phone.

“Shhh…” Happy smirked as he let go of my throat, he winked down at me as he answered. “What?”

“Hap…” I tried to wiggle under him and he let out a warning growl before slamming into me harshly. I moaned loudly before burying my face in his neck, he started a slow and hard pace as he talked on the phone to whoever. I honestly didn’t care at this point, my eyes closed while I bit and sucked on his neck as he slowly built me back up to the orgasm I should have had. I bit down on a sensitive spot on Happy’s neck and he paused inside of me for a second.

“Fuck…. Baby…” Happy growled loudly as he started moving faster, completely forgetting that he was on the phone.

“Hap!? What the fuck are you doing!? ARE YOU TWO DOING YOUR DISGUSTING TACTICS!?” I could hear a high pitched Juice voice come through the phone.

“You fucking called me when I’m at home with my girl! What the fuck did you expect!?” Happy snapped into the phone and hit a spot inside me that sent me straight over the edge, moaning Happy’s name loudly as I came undone.

“Tell him to get off the fucking phone.” I moaned before rolling us over so I was riding Happy.

“Juice you have 5 seconds to spit out what the fuck you wanted before I hang up.” Happy growled into the phone as I rolled my hips. I didn’t hear what Juice said as I started riding Happy. “Fuck… give me 10 minutes, possibly 15.”

He hung up and threw the phone before grabbing my hips and thrusting up into me hard. I gasped and put my hands on his chest as I met his thrusts, building towards another orgasm. I knew he was getting close as his breathing became erratic and his thrusts grew sloppy.

“Fuck… I’m so close…” I moaned loudly.

“Cum for me, baby girl.” Happy growled up at me before leaning up and taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. I came apart as soon as he did and Happy followed soon after. We rode out our orgasms together before I laid down on his chest. Both of us panting hard as Happy’s hand moved up to stroke my hair.

“Do you have to go?” I pouted and he chuckled.

“I’ll be back soon, Clay wants Juice and I to go check on a few things.” Happy tilted my chin up and kissed me softly. “You better still be naked when I get back.”

“Mmm… of course, clothes are outlawed.” I giggled. Happy chuckled and kissed me again before rolling us over so I was laying on the bed.

“Rest up…” Happy smirked before playfully biting my lower lip, he stood up and got dressed. “When I get back we’re going a few more rounds.”

“Looking forward to it,” I smiled and cuddled further into bed, my eyes closing. I felt Happy’s lips against my forehead before he left. I slept for a while before being drawn out of my sleep, Happy was at his dresser. His back was turned to me and in the moonlight, I could see he was holding his side. I sat up and frowned as I saw the blood covering his shirt. “Hap…”

“Go back to sleep, baby girl.” He said softly as he peeled his shirt off.

“You’re hurt.” I got out of bed and came over to him. Gently turning him to face me, he smiled down at me and put his hand over mine before I could touch the huge gash along his stomach.

“Just a graze, baby. Go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.” Happy lifted my fingers and kissed them softly.

“A graze!? Hap, you’re going to need stitches!” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“I got it.” Happy said and leaned down to kiss my forehead. “Get that pretty little ass in bed.”

“Happy, I’m not going to bed. Sit your ass down now!” I told him an edge coming into my tone. He looked at me for a second before sitting down at the end of the bed. I went to the bathroom and grabbed out the first aid kit that Happy had and a rag before I came back, getting out all the supplies I would need.

“Baby girl, you don’t have to do this.” He said and I glared up at him.

“Let me fucking take care of you, god damn moron,” I grumbled the last part as I grabbed the rubbing alcohol. Drenching the rag in it before I started cleaning Happy’s wound. He hissed slightly as I was probably a little rougher then I should have been but I was so pissed at the dumb fucker right this second.

“Baby girl…” Happy started but I shook my head.

“No, don’t start. We have been together for a year now and I thought…” Tears came to my eyes. “I thought we were past the stage where you didn’t trust me.”

“Trust you?” Happy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Baby girl, you know I can’t tell you about club business.”

“I’m not talking about that Happy!” I snapped and cleaned the rest of the blood away before grabbing the needle and thread. He grabbed my wrists and shook his head.

“Before you start stabbing me when you’re mad… why don’t you explain what you mean.” Happy said.

“Trying to send me back to bed while you patch yourself up? That screams how much you don’t trust me to take care of you, to be there for you even after everything we’ve been through.” I bit my lower lip to keep it from trembling, admitting that hurt so fucking bad. “Am I not good enough to take care of you?”

“Baby girl…” Happy said softly and cupped my cheek, his thumb gently. “I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”

“Then why not let me help?” I asked.

“Because I don’t like you seeing me hurt. I don’t like you seeing me weak…” Happy said.

“Hap… you are sitting here with a huge gash in your stomach, talking to me, and not even flinching. You are the strongest person I have ever met.” I leaned up and kissed him softly. “Let me patch you up.”

“Okay, baby girl.” Happy smiled softly and released my cheek and wrist. Leaning back slightly to allow me to start stitching him up. I was almost finished when I accidentally leaned against the bulge in Happy’s pants. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“How the hell are you turned on right now?” I asked.

“Same way you get turned on when I tattoo you.” Happy smirked.

“No, not the same way. You gave me a tattoo is not the same as me stitching you up.” I said.

“I have a gorgeous naked woman in between my legs, patching me up… How could I not want to fuck you into next week?” Happy growled the last part, making me wet.

“I’m guessing making you take pain meds and putting you to bed isn’t an option?” I smirked.

“You better finish or I’m going to take you before you do.” Happy growled and I giggled before finishing up the last few stitches. As soon as I had the kit on the ground, Happy picked me up and placed me on his lap. “Mmmm… I’m injured, you’re going to need to ride me.”

“Oh, of course…” I smirked before kissing Happy hard.

~2 weeks later~

God, I was fucking miserable. Happy and I were never going to get Chinese food again, never ever again, I thought as I puked my guts out. Happy had already gone to work and honestly, I was extremely grateful for that, not wanting him to see me like this. I rested my head on my arm and groaned, maybe I should call him and see how he’s feeling. He must be miserable if he’s at the clubhouse with food poisoning, I pulled out my phone and clicked on Happy’s icon.

“Hey, baby girl. It’s your day off, what ya calling for?” Happy asked.

“I was just checking on you, see how you’re feeling,” I told him.

“How I’m feeling?” Happy asked.

“Yeah, figured you were probably miserable at the clubhouse,” I told him.

“Well, I mean I’d rather be buried inside of you right now but nothing I’m not used to.” Happy admitted in a slightly confused tone.

“So you’re not feeling sick?” I asked, confused.

“No… Wait are you sick, baby girl? Do you want me to send the prospect over?” Happy asked in concern.

“No…” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Nah, just have a bit of a stomach ache. I thought it might have been the food from last night, I’m just going to make up some soup and lie down.”

“Okay, baby girl. If you need anything, call me.” Happy told me in a serious tone.

“I got it, I’ll be fine. Might go to the store to get some ginger ale.” I told him.

“I can just send the prospect, baby girl. No need for you to leave.” Happy said.

“No, no… I’ll be okay. I can handle going to the store.” I told him. “No need to bother the prospect.”

“Fine… I love you.” Happy said.

“I love you too.” I hung up and sighed. I sat back against the tub while Sammy came and laid his head in my lap, I stroked his head while I thought over why I was sick and Happy wasn’t. Maybe I should go see a doctor, I thought before pulling myself off of the ground.

I didn’t want Happy to worry, he had been very concerned ever since I got into the car accident. I loved the man but I didn’t need a babysitter at the doctor’s office. I put my hair in a messy bun and changed out of my PJs, putting on jeans and one of Happy’s plaids before heading out of the house. I went to my doctor’s office and filled out the paperwork before waiting for the nurse to call me in. I didn’t have to wait long, being a friend of the club’s made things move fast but being a son’s girl… being Happy’s girl, that made things move at lightning speed.

Normally, I’d roll my eyes and deny the special treatment but I hated having to go to the doctor’s and didn’t mind getting out of here as fast as possible. The nurse came out a few minutes later and called my name before leading me back to a room. She checked my vitals and wrote down my symptoms before leaving the room. A few minutes later, a doctor came in and started asking me questions.

“When did these symptoms start?” She asked.

“Well the puking started this morning but after thinking about it, I’ve realized that I’ve been feeling funky for a few days now,” I admitted and she nodded before looking over my chart then looking up at me.

“Is it possible that you might be pregnant?” She asked in a soft tone.

“What? Oh… no, no I can’t be pregnant…” I paused and started counting back to the last time I had a period. I had missed this month’s without even realizing it and looked at the doctor with wide eyes.

“I…” I cleared my throat. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do a test.”

“Okay, we’ll take some blood then get it sent off to the lab. I’ll call you with the results in a day or two and we’ll go from there, okay?” She smiled softly and I nodded. She took some blood and I left, heading back home. Once I was home, I took off my pants and snuggled into bed. Happy came home a while later and made me soup, before cuddling into bed with me.

The next few days, I was a nervous wreck. I didn’t want Happy to know because we had never discussed kids and if it wasn’t true then why worry him about it. Every time my phone went off I jumped and grabbed it as quickly as possible which had Happy watching me closely. I was currently at work, holding my head in my hands and attempting not to throw up when my phone started going off.

“Hello?” I answered nervously before going to shut both doors to the office. I looked out the window to the garage and watched Happy work on a car.

“Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N, this is Dr. Young calling about your test results.” She said and I took in a shaky breath.

“Yes and?”

“And they were positive, congratulations, you’re pregnant.” She said and I nearly dropped the phone. “Mrs?”

“Yes… uh, thank you. Have a nice day.” I mumbled into the phone and hung up. I set the phone on the desk and ran my fingers through my hair as I sat in the chair. Holy… shit… I thought before picking my phone up and calling my OBGYN, setting up an appointment for tomorrow.

Happy’s POV

I had been debating about this for a few months now, spending most of my free time sketching different versions. I had come up with at least five different crows for you each of them were perfect and I could picture any of them on your amazing body which was the issue. I wanted to put them all on you just a whole fucking flock of crows with my name on them.

Something had been wrong the past few days though, you seemed on edge since you got sick. You kept reassuring me that nothing was wrong but I was getting very concerned. Your stomach ache had turned into you throwing up and I was worried about you getting dehydrated. Making sure to keep you drinking water, texting you reminders if I wasn’t with you.

You were in the office right now on the phone to someone and I frowned. That was another thing, you had been treating your phone like a bomb lately. Nervously glancing at it and grabbing it quickly if it rang. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were seeing someone else. We both know that wasn’t true though after everything we went through to get together neither of us would just throw it away.

.I finished off the car and looked as you wrote something down, maybe it was a work call. I waited until you were done before going over and opening the door, you looked a little pale but smiled at me.

“You okay, baby girl?” I asked softly.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” You waved your hand.

“Still feeling sick?” I asked and you nodded. I walked inside the office and shut the door behind me. “Maybe you should set up a doctors appointment?”

“That’s actually what that phone call was about. I… set up an appointment for tomorrow.” You told me.

“Great, what time? I’ll tell Gem we need either the morning or the afternoon off.” I said coming around to your side of the desk. I crouched down in front of you and you shook your head.

“Hap, I can go to the doctors by myself.” You said and leaned down to kiss me softly. I kissed you back before standing up, I picked you up and walked you over to the couch. I sat down with you on my lap.

“I just want to make sure you’re safe,” I told you and you smiled.

“Hap… I’m going to the doctors tomorrow, by myself.” You told me. “I will talk to you about what I find out after, okay?”

“Fine but if it is anything serious, you come here afterward.” I gave you a serious look. “I want to know right away.”

“Happy, I’ll be at home waiting for you tomorrow. Might even cook dinner if I’m feeling up to it.” You smiled and I chuckled before kissing you deeply.

“Why don’t you order us food? Whatever you want, okay?” I said and you nodded in agreement.

“I will have food straight from the take out box waiting for you.” You smiled and I chuckled before sighing.

“Gotta get back to work,” I said and you pouted before kissing me one last time. You got up off my lap and I got off the couch with a groan.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too, drink your damn water.” I winked before heading back out to the garage.

“Yeah okay, bossy ass.” You chuckled and I smirked before heading back to the car.

The next day was the longest of my life, waiting for you to either show up or not was killing me. I had wanted to go with you so badly, but you insisted that you wanted to go alone. Your appointment would have been an hour ago now and it was driving me nuts that you hadn’t called or texted yet which meant you weren’t out yet. Why weren’t you out yet? I tried to focus on the car I was working on but fuck was it hard… I quickly pulled my phone out as it started to go off.

“Baby girl?” I asked.

“Hey, Hap. I’m all good, the doc gave me some stuff to take that should make everything better.” You said and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Good… that’s really good, baby girl.” I smiled. “How about I finish up this car and see if Gem will let me out early?”

“That sounds great, let me know if she does and I’ll order us food.” You said.

“Okay, I actually have a surprise for you too.” I had spent the past few days worried sick about you, I’d never spent that much time worrying about anyone besides my ma. I wanted you to be my old lady, I wanted you to be my everything.

“Ooo! A surprise, well I have one for you too.” I could hear the smile in your voice and chuckle.

“I love you and I’ll be home soon,” I said softly.

“I love you too.” You hung up and I went into the office to talk to Gemma.

Reader’s POV

I called the pizza place after Happy texted me that Gemma was going to let him go early. I bit my lower lip and looked at the sonogram picture again. Our baby was just a tiny little blob but it made my heart race, we were going to have a baby. I smiled and giggled as I thought about that. Fuck, Happy and I were two dysfunctional jackasses and we were going to bring a baby into this world. I couldn’t have been more ecstatic about it after the initial shock wore off.

It was going to be one hell of a shock for Happy though and I wasn’t sure if he was going to be okay with it. I tucked the photo away into my jacket pocket and set my jacket on the chair. I started pacing back and forth as I thought about how I was going to tell Happy. I didn’t have time to think about it since the front door opened a few minutes later, I moved to the doorway of the kitchen. Happy came into the living room and smiled at me.

“How ya feeling, baby girl?” Happy asked coming over to me, he kissed me softly.

“I’m feeling better,” I said softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I missed you.” Happy smirked before leaning down to nuzzle my neck.

“You miss me or my pussy?” I giggled as I wrapped my arms around him.

“Couldn’t I miss both?” Happy chuckled.

“Mmm… maybe.” I pulled Happy’s head up and kissed him hard. He groaned softly and pushed me gently against the counter. His hands were about to slide under my shirt when someone rang the doorbell, Sammy barked happily while both of us groaned in disappointment.

“Go grab the food, I’m going to get cleaned up before we eat.” Happy smirked before spanking my ass. I yelped and smacked his shoulder.

“Fine! Jackass…” I pouted as I went to the front door, hearing Happy chuckle as he went to our bedroom. I paid for the pizza and brought it back to the kitchen, setting it down on the table. I was lost in thought when two arms wrapped around my waist and pressed me back against a warm, wet chest. “Happy, you’re all wet!”

“I usually say that to you.” Happy nipped at my earlobe.

“Yes… you do.” I smirked.

“Baby girl…” Happy said softly and turned me around to face him. He was just in a towel but he had his sketchbook in his hand. “I want to get your opinion.”

“Oh! On the surprise for one of the boys?” I smiled. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well… how about you take a look first.” He opened the book to a certain page and passed it to me. The 2 pages were filled with 5 different crows, all beautifully designed. What caught my eye was that every crow had Happy’s name etched every design.

“This… These are mine?” I asked, looking up at him in shock.

“Yeah…” Happy shifted on his feet and ran a hand over his head.

“Hap, I love these but I can’t… I can’t take your crow.” I couldn’t get tattooed while pregnant.

“What?” Happy furrowed his brow, “We’ve been together for over a year and I am showing you how much you mean to me, how much this means to me and you can’t take my fucking crow!”

“Hap, I can’t take your crow for 8 or 9 months,” I told him softly, he was angry and I understood. It had just been such a shock that I worded it wrong, I don’t blame him for getting upset.

“What? What the fuck does that mean?” Happy scoffed and I moved over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

“Happy… think about the reasons you can’t tattoo a person.” I smiled before gently taking one of his hands and putting it on my stomach. His eyebrows furrowed and he blinked a few times before his eyes got comically large.

“You were… then… and oh…” He breathed out in shock, and then he just kinda stayed there. Not moving, not saying anything, hell… I wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

“Hap?” I gently ran my nails over the back of his neck. When I didn’t get a response, I waved a hand in front of his face. “Happy?”

“I’m… good…” His voice cracked and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, you let me know when that’s true.” I patted his cheek before stepping away from his frozen body. I moved to the table and grabbed a slice of pizza out of the box. I munched on it while I waited for him to move, it took about 5 minutes before I saw him move again. He ran a hand over his head and looked over at me.

“So I don’t care about none of that gender crap.” Happy started while pacing. “I think the nursery should be done in blues and greens. Maybe I could do a mural on one of the walls… something pretty. Something for them to grow up in… shit! Maybe we should get a bigger house first. We’re going to need to get a crib, clothes, oh! Gem is going to want to get them Samcro clothes. God, the guys, and Gem are going to be so excited too, I can already hear fucking Tig and Chibs demanding to be godfathers since they quote "got our crazy asses together.” Also, I am not doing no home birth bullshit, we are going to a hospital with doctors who will keep you and the baby safe…“

"Hap… Happy breathe.” I giggled and stood up. I moved over to him and gently cupping his cheek before kissing his lips softly. He took in a deep breath after I pulled back. “Better?”

“Better,” He nodded.

“Good now, this baby isn’t very big right now.” I took his hand and put it under my shirt, over my belly. “Feel, barley nothing there yet. How about we eat and then we can start discussing the idea of a new house if that’s something you’re really interested in.”

“Okay…” Happy nodded his head, still looking a little dazed. He shook his head before a smile broke out on his face. His hand gently rubbed my stomach before he looked down at it. “We’re going to have a baby…”

“Yes, we are…” I smiled and put my hand over his before kissing him softly. “Now, stop stalling and come eat.”

“Whatever you say, Mami.” Happy winked before pulling back, he patted my ass before sitting down at the table and eating. I smiled as Happy told me about his day, Tig had apparently decided to sleep with some crazy chick who Gemma had to threaten off the property.

“As insane as it sounds… I kinda want Chibs and Tig to be the godfathers. Together, of course, they have to raise the baby together if something happens to us.” I said suddenly and Happy’s eyebrows raised.

“Did you hear what I just said? What part of that made you think Tig is suitable to raise a child?” Happy asked.

“Oh none of that did, but Tig only cares about the things and the people he loves. Tig loved both of us so much he was willing to face your wrath to try and get us together, he loves his girls so much that he’ll take them only seeing him when they need money, he loves the club so much that he’d do anything for it. He’d be a good godparent and Chibs will be the level headed one to reel him back in when he gets out of line.” I explained. “Plus, it’d be a second chance for both of them, one they both deserve.”

“You know… I think they’d both be very excited. Maybe we should invite them over?” Happy suggested.

“I think that’s a great idea.” I smiled brightly. Happy chuckled and called the guys, I was enthusiastic to see their reactions to the news. I took another piece of pizza and waited for Happy to get off his phone.

“They’ll be here soon.” Happy told me after hanging up with Chibs.

“Gemma’s going to be pissed we told them first.” I giggled.

“Yeah, well she’ll be less pissed if we distract her with baby shower details.” Happy shrugged with a smirk on his lips.

“You’re the one telling her that we didn’t tell her first,” I said.

“What? Why?” Happy’s eyes widened.

“I’m pregnant with our baby,” I said as if it was a logical answer. “You need to keep me out of slapping distance.”

“Fine…” Happy groaned and I laughed.

“You’re so dramatic, it’s just Gemma.”

“She’s terrifying!” Happy exclaimed.

“Nah, you’re just a pussy.” I winked and Happy flipped me off. “Love you.”

“Fuck you.” Happy grumbled.

“You already have,” I smirked and Happy rolled his eyes. Two motorcycles came roaring down the street and I threw a napkin at Happy. “Go answer the door.”

“Why can’t you!?” Happy glared playfully at me.

“Because you got me pregnant and the morning sickness is just the beginning,” I smirked.

“This is going to be a long fucking 8 months.” Happy grumbled and got up to answer the door.

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Daggers and Daffodils Chap.7

Dagur x Reader

Hey everyone! So, for this chapter there's going to be our first, time skip. I apologize in advance if I confuse you at any point. Just wanted you to know so you understood why the last chapter is referenced to have happed a while back.  This time skip will take place in the beginning of the first movie.

I am on a motivation high, and I am going to milk it for all its worth before I have another writer's block.

Also want to apologize for any grammar mistakes, I had to write the majority of this from my phone on a family camping trip.

-Clover/Peachmilkbard (AO3 account name)

Narrator POV

Over the years the Berserkers would come and sign the treaty, Dagur always in tow. While the announcement of your betrothal was sudden and there was little about it you understood, you saw Dagur as a friend (possibly more). However, with each passing visit you noticed Dagur was beginning to change. His once weird behaviors and loud tantrums had turned into straight up insanity and bursts of rage. This paired with him earning a proper mark two years after you resulted in him earning the name Dagur the deranged. You still remember the year Dagur had arrived on berk, rushing towards you to present you proudly with the Monstrous nightmare horn of his first kill (After he had thrown you in the air a few times of course). Dagur's relationship with Hiccup however had remained stagnant, as well as the other children your age. With each visit alongside spending as much time as possible with you, Dagur made it his personal mission to terrorize Hiccup. He had also grown a habit of chasing Fishlegs and ignoring/forgetting Snotlout (honestly you don't even think that one was on purpose). Dagur had come to be rather cold when dealing with Astrid, the first time he had become aware to how close you were with her his usual (TM) deranged grin had fallen and for a while you had almost begun to think he might have been jealous.  

However, despite his change in behavior and actions towards others he always looked at you with the same. Actually, over the years Dagur had become very possessive of you. Whenever you were together (which was nearly all the time) he kept an arm, or a hand wrapped around your waist. He would also act especially violent 'Jealous' when others would act in a 'more than friendly' manner. One such time was one of the few Dagur acknowledged Snotlout's existence. Snotlout had gotten too close for Dagur's comfort, and as a result he found himself upside-down trapped in a hay bale on the edge of the village, just out of screaming distance, for several hours.

But in-between moments of terrorizing others and 'protecting' you from other possible suitors, Dagur made sure to get his point across that you were his everything. The usual tradition of the Berserkers bringing gifts had exploded. Dagur bringing an average of 10 for you and a gag gift for Hiccup, safe to say after the third year of Hiccup being jumped at by an eel in a chest Oswald stopped placing Dagur in charge of Hiccups gifts.

Speaking of Hiccup, he had grown skilled in his job at the forge. In the words of Gobber, "The boy might not be able to pick up an axe, but he can sure make one". Criticisms of Hiccups supposed 'Hiccupness' had sprouted shame and fear in the village at their future chief. You would be lying if you were to say you weren't at least a little concerned for your brother, but you had promised to always stick by his side, and you intended to keep this promise. However, you found yourself constantly tested as tensions began to rise at home. Every dinner was silent and awkward as you tried and failed to get the two to connect, or at least have one normal conversation. Your father trying not to make you feel like he was ignoring you would change the subject, it inevitably turning to you. While you knew he was just trying to compliment you, the conversation would end up turning into your father using you as an example for Hiccup. So, after a while of this pattern repeating you would either shut it down the moment you were brought up or eat in silence.

That wasn't to say you weren't doing well yourself though. Within two years you had finished memorizing the entire dragon book and learning basic defensive maneuvers. And to top things off you as well as Astrid and the other's your age (minus Hiccup) were given the job of damage control. This mostly involved putting out fires, evacuating the young and sick, and supply runs. Thanks to both your training lessons and sparring with Astrid, you were both seen as the most likely to come out first (number 1) in dragon training, which was right around the corner. When you were younger you and Astrid had promised to stay friends and help each other no matter the results. But you could tell the pressure to prove herself to everyone, specifically her family was making her more competitive, and slightly cold.

It was the middle of another dragon raid; they were becoming even more frequent. You groaned angrily as you saw a Zippleback blow up a house you and Fishlegs had spent at least 20 minutes trying to put out. "Fishlegs fall back to the others I'll handle the rounds" you told him. "Are you sure you can do it by your sel- AHH" he screamed as a Gronckle spit a magma ball a little too close for comfort. Due to your similar calmed nature during raids (A front obviously, you would wait till no one was watching before you slipped into any empty streets or allies to have your panic attacks) you were constantly compared to Stoick.

"Go!" you ordered fishlegs. When you saw him turn the other way and begin running, you yourself took off. Avoiding fire and herds of dragons to get to the most crowded battle zone. "SUPPLY RUN!" you yelled out calling towards the engaged Vikings. A narrow path was created between them as they swung their weapons. "Ugh, why do I always get the jobs no one else wants" you ran through the path, half melted swords, maces, and broken shields being tossed to you.

After securing the load of damaged weapons you hauled as quickly as possible to the forge. "Gobber, 9 swords, 2 maces, a shield, and as many ball Barings as possible" you said dropping the collected weapons. "On it" he called to you with his usual unnatural optimism taking said cargo to the forge.

"Oh, nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off" Gobber greeted to Hiccup as he rushed into the forge. You chuckled as Hiccup replied with his usual sarcasm, "What who me? nah, come on I'm waaay to muscular for their taste".

"Where you been little brother? You're late" you teased, even though years had passed since your first encounter with the Berserkers, you still stood above Hiccup by about half a sheep's hoof.

"Oh, the usual, avoiding death, getting yelled at by dad" he replied lifting the broken head of a war hammer onto a workbench. "Hurry up on that supply run Y/N" Astrid called to you as she and the others filled their pales with water. "I'm working on it Astrid" you watched as she threw the water onto a flaming building, only for it to explode once she turned her back. This caught Hiccups attention who was now openly gawking at her, you rolled your eyes with an exhaled chuckled. You had watched your brother fawn and crush on your best friend for years now, so you were used to it. But it didn't make it any less funny how often he would walk into walls or trip when he saw her.

Your attention was drawn back to the battle at hand when Gobber dropped the mended cargo, 'Back to work then'.  Running down your practiced paths you returned to the heated battle front distributing the weapons.

"Ok, done with the supply run, now I just need to regroup with the others" you said trying to distract yourself enough to give you a few more minutes before your panic attack. You were about to leave when you heard a familiar high pitch screech growing closer. "Night fury!" "Get down!" you crouched to your knees with your hands blocking your face when a flash of purple flew overhead destroying one of the watchtowers, along with a catapult. After a few moments the beast seemed to disappear, you lifted yourself running towards the water cart hoping the others hadn't moved on to another section of the village yet.

Once again you heard the high screech, you looked to the sky to see the beast's shadow in the sky leaping into its own fire. It leaped into its fire one last time before suddenly disappearing, with a faint painful howl. 'Where'd it go?' you wondered.

"No time to think about that!" you scolded yourself continuing your sprint to the others. That it until a street to your right you saw Hiccup being chased by a monstrous nightmare. "Hiccup!" you chased after the two. The dragon hopped from building-to-building shooting at Hiccup. He ducked behind one of the torches as it released a large exhale of fire. The pole protected Hiccup from the immediate flames.

Running towards him as the monstrous nightmare moved around the torch to stand in front of him you grabbed a half-broken shield from the ground. Ramming it into the beast's face, you were able to knock it away from Hiccup. You felt your heart hammer in your chest as it recovered and turned to look at you. Your breath turned ragged, and eyes wouldn't blink. 'Oh no. No No No No! Not Now' you felt the familiar signs of your panic attacks begin to take hold, and struggled to keep your mind from  falling back into the memory of your first encounter with a dragon.

The brief relief Hiccup had from you stepping in evaporated when he saw you begin to shut down. Throughout your many panic attacks Hiccup and on the rare occasion Astrid, had remained a constant through them, often coaching you through breathing and calming you down.

Before the monstrous nightmare could launch itself to attack you, your father threw himself at it, punching it square in the face. The dragon realed, trying and failing to shoot him with a blast of fire.

"You're all out" in a series of haymakers Stoick punched the beast shooing it away with a final kick.

You cringed as the torch fell, tumbling down the stairs. Stoick turned to Hiccup, 'this isn't gonna end well'.Hiccup started to plead his case saying that he had shot down the night fury, only to be met with your fathers anger.The adrenaline and final bits of your control broke like a dam as you felt your stomach turn. Using the last bit of strength you had, you snuck away from the crowd into an Alley way, throwing up.

"Need a hand?" It was Astrid. "No. I think the worst of it's over" you rose to your feet, Astrid holding a mug of water. "Thanks" you took a sip.

"Sometimes I can't believe you two are related, then I see you like this and can".

"Rude" you elbowed her. "I'm just kidding. But really, tonight was embarrassing for everyone, it's gonna take us weeks to repair that torch" Astrid said.

"He's trying his best, Astrid" you tried, though she remained unconvinced. "Well, if his best gets in the way, he shouldn't do it. If I had it my way you'd be future Chief, but I don't,. Luckly with how weak he is all I have to do is wait" you felt your face heat, but not like it usually did when you were with Dagur,with rage. Where had this come from, you knew Astrid didn't care for Hiccup and his antics, but she never went as far as to say it aloud.

"Never say that about him again, Astrid!" You yelled. She sighed, "Fine. I'm sorry" you could tell she didn't mean it. Noticing you still seeming she showed slight regret "We ok" she asked. "...yeah, sure. Just give me some time to cool off" In truth you were livid, but enough time seeing Dagurs outbursts thought you not to do anything rash when you're angry. "I'll see you later" you excused yourself heading home, with only a small goodbye from Astrid.

You returned home to a quiet house. Stoick likely went back to the front to assess damages. "Hiccup?" You knocked on his door "you awake?" You opened the door to see him sitting at his desk drawing. He had a habit of designing and tinkering things you didn't understand when he was upset.

Realizing you had entered he stopped. "... I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to put you in danger it's just- I-". "Think about what your gonna say first" you teased trying to lighten the mood. He looked at you irritated before softening, "I just want to be normal. It I can just kill a dragon, my life will be infinitely better" you watched in amusment as he paced around flailing his arms and he talked about "The woes of Hiccup", he was always such a drama queen, but you guess that was just what made Hiccup... Hiccup.

He sighed (for the umpteenth time), "I really did hit that night fury. You believe me, don't you?" Honestly you didn't know, it was highly unlikely. But you didn't think he was lying, maybe he was just mistaken.

"Of course" you said. After all, you made him a promise. One you intended to keep.

Hi guys thank you so much for reading this chapter. As I said in the begging of this chap. I'm on a writters high, this paired with the fact these next two or three chapters will mostly be world building (so not much Dagur) I'm going to try and get them out as soon as possible so you can get what you came here for; that sweet sweet Dagur content. So expect these next few chapters to come out really soon.

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A Dream Come True-Part One

Sirius’ POV

“Are you sure?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited. 

“She said she’d be here, Padfoot,” Remus chuckled, rolling his eyes. 

“But what if she changes her mind? It’s been twelve years Moony, a lot can hap-” 

“Breathe,” Remus interrupted, the laughter still in his voice. I was feeling so many emotions, excitement, happiness, anxiety, fear...I felt like a bloody teenager again, I hadn’t seen Y/N/N since I was sent to Azkaban..twelve years, twelve years since I’d seen here; we were never official, in fact I was planning on asking her to be girlfriend the night I was taken to Azkaban, I had this plan, and Lily and James were part of it...but when I went round their house all I saw were their bodies...and then I was sent to Azkaban for their murder….and today was going to be the first time in those twelve years that I was going to see her again. Or that’s what Remus said, part of me still didn’t believe that she was going to turn up, I know Harry, Remus and Dumbledore didn’t believe that I’d killed Lily and James...but she could, there were more than enough people that did. 

“She’ll be here Pads,” Remus said with honesty in his voice; and as if on cue there was a knock at the door, Remus placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, before leaving the room to go and answer the door. 

Y/N/Ns POV

“Moony,” I greeted with a smile on my face, as the door opened. 

“Y/N/N,” he replied, engulfing me in a hug. 

“He’s in the dining room,” he said, pulling away from the hug.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” he continued, sending me a comforting smile, as he made his way outside. 

I walked down the hallway, nerves filling my body as I reached the door, and then I saw him, pacing the room.

“Sirius,” I breathed, causing him to halt in his steps and turn to me. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes were dark, showing the exhaustion on his face; just a mere shadow of the hell he’d been through in the last twelve years; and then his signature smile came upon his face, a smile I never thought I’d see again. I don’t know what came over me, but before I could stop myself I was running into his arms. My actions clearly caught him by surprise as he stumbled backwards; but within a few seconds his arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight, we stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away slightly, his hands rising to cup my cheeks.

“Hey,”he whispered, a huge smile beaming upon his face. 

“Hey,” I whispered back, a similar smile coming on my face, blush filling my cheeks. 

“I never thought I’d see you again,”Sirius softly spoke as tears began to fill his eyes. 

“I never believed what they said, I never believed them, I knew that you didn’t kill Lily and James..I knew that you never could’ve done that to them, I kn-”

Sirius cut my rambling off by placing his lips on mine, instantly I kissed him back. He chuckled lightly as he pulled away from the kiss, our foreheads touching one anothers. 

“Merlin I’ve missed you,” he said as he placed light kisses on my lips. 

“I’ve missed you too,” I replied, his kisses felt like oxygen, breathing life back into my heart. I knew I missed him, but it wasn’t until now that I realised how much…

We spent hours together, until day turned to night, reminiscing about past times, discussing what I’d been doing in the last twelve years, how he escaped from Azkaban, how he met his godson, Harry, then we were just lying with each other on the sofa, my head on his chest, both of his arms wrapped around me and then we both fell asleep, and for the first time in twelve years I felt truly happy. 

Part 2