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clovermarigold · 3 years ago

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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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band--psycho · 4 years ago

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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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cuddlepilefics · 3 years ago

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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.

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hacawijo · 4 years ago

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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.

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megumis-lashes · 4 years ago

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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.”

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animefan-overran · 4 years ago

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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!

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howling-harpy · 4 years ago

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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.

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.

#band of brothers #speirton #Welsh #happylovemo #mun ficci

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heyitsrink · 1 year ago

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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.

#Hap's pov is such a comfort #realm of the elderlings #rote #hap gladheart #rote fanfic #nine lines nine people #fanfic

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a-daydreamers-stories · 5 years ago

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~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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clovermarigold · 3 years ago

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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.

#dagur the deranged #httyd dagur #dagur x reader #dagur #httyd #race to the edge

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band--psycho · 5 years ago

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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.

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insideoutstory · 5 years ago

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Inside Out → Chapter Eighteen

summary: Christine and the others rush to find the party before the Bad Men do. word count: 4.4k warnings: Feelings™, me accidentally changing POV b/c I love Hopper

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“So this is the Demogorgon.”

They were all squeezed into Jonathan’s car, Hopper and Mrs. Byers up front while Christine, Nancy and Jonathan sat in the back. They were mostly sitting, anyway. Christine had half her butt on the door, and Nancy’s hips were angled so she wouldn’t have to be in Jonathan’s lap. It was a tight fit, but they were trying to make it work.

Christine was more focused on the photo in her hands. It was mostly black, looking more like a distortion than anything concrete. But Nancy had traced out the figure with her finger—arms, legs, broad torso, a head that didn’t seem to have a face. It loomed nearly seven feet tall, illuminated underneath by the eerie light of Steve’s pool. It was right at the end of the diving board, right behind where Barb had been sitting… She was relieved Barb had been cropped out of this copy. Christine wasn’t sure if she could handle seeing it right now.

“The demo-what?” Nancy asked.

“It’s uh…that’s what me and the boys have been calling it,” Christine said sheepishly. “I think it’s from Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Seriously?” Jonathan snorted from the other side of the car. “You’re using a kids’ game to name a bloodthirsty monster?”

“So what? It’s so much more elegant to keep calling it ‘that thing’? Besides, this whole thing—monsters and alternate dimensions and superpowers—kinda feels like Dungeons and Dragons to me.”

“Do not say ‘alternate dimensions’,” Hopper instructed flatly from the drivers’ seat. “I don’t know what we’re up against, but I don’t want to hear you talking about ‘alternate dimensions’ ever again.”

Christine raised a hand in surrender. He hadn’t taken well to her explanation of the multiverse. Government conspiracies were fine, but apparently theoretical physics was right out.

“I still can’t believe you’ve been with my brother this whole time,” Nancy said. “That’s…so weird.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been fighting demons,” Christine offered, handing her the picture once more. “Cause that’s not insane.”

Nancy laughed weakly. “Yeah, well…I guess neither of our weeks went that great.”

Christine nodded. She’d only gotten the short version on Jonathan and Nancy’s side of things. They’d glossed over the pictures, but it seemed like Nancy was overlooking the creepiness since it’d helped her figure out what happened to Barb. They’d gone looking for the Demogorgon after the funeral, running around in the same woods where Christine had been looking for Eleven. But while Christine was avoiding trouble, Nancy had run right into it—and into the Upside Down, from the sounds of it.

Nancy’s description had been short. It was darker, but familiar. Cold and wet and slimy. She’d nearly gotten lost trying to escape the Demogorgon. That she hardly described at all. She just handed Christine the photo and let the picture do the talking.

Jonathan had managed to pull her out, and stayed the night so Nancy would feel safer. But they hadn’t slept together. Nancy hadn’t even slept at all. So Steve had seen them comforting each other—but it had Jonathan helping Nancy, and not the other way around.

Christine didn’t have any words of comfort. She couldn’t think of any that matched the gravity of the whole thing. They’d each been alone, thinking the other one didn’t care, thinking their friend had ditched them over some boy when they were just trying not to die. She couldn’t imagine what Nancy had been through in the Upside Down. And she didn’t have any adequate way to apologize. As Hopper sped through the suburban streets, Christine slipped her hand into Nancy’s and squeezed. She had no idea when they’d get a real chance to talk. But at least they wouldn’t go through the rest of it alone.

The car swerved to a quick stop, forcing everyone to jolt forward in their seats.

“Tell me that’s not your house,” said Hopper darkly.

Christine leaned around him to peer out the windshield. They’d pulled over on the side of the street, at least ten houses down from her own. She couldn’t see what the big deal was at first. But then she noticed the large white van parked next door. The side read Hawkins Power and Light. There was a man in a suit standing at the front door, talking to a confused looking Claudia.

“Okay,” said Christine. “That’s not my house. It’s Dustin’s. How the hell do they know about Dustin?”

“They’re the government. They know about everyone.”

“Well, could she still be inside?” asked Mrs. Byers. “Just because they know about the boys doesn’t mean they know about Christine.”

“Yeah, I think they know about Christine,” said Hopper, and he nodded out the window again.

Everyone looked out, closer this time. It was faint, but Christine could see the shadows moving inside her house, shadows that were too big to be anyone in the party. Though she knew Eleven wouldn’t be inside, her stomach clenched. This was not good.

“Are they allowed to be in there?” asked Nancy. “Isn’t that like…breaking and entering?”

“Not if you’re the government,” said Hopper. “All they need to say is that they had probable cause and an unlocked door.”

“They did have an unlocked door.”

Hopper turned around in his seat to stare at Christine. “You keep the doors unlocked?”

“What?” she said defensively. “I wanted to make sure Eleven could get in if she came home.”

“The girl has superpowers, and you thought a locked door was going to stop her?”

“What does it matter? They were just gonna break my door down anyway!”

“Jesus…” He shook his head, and looked back to the house. “Okay, if the safe house is out, where else might the kids go to hide?”

“Well, she was living with the Wheelers for a few days.”

“What?” gasped Nancy.

“Yeah,” said Christine. “She was living in your basement. I think Mike took some of your clothes, by the way, so don’t be surprised if your laundry’s a little light.”

“She’s not at the Wheelers,” Hopper interrupted. “If they know about one kid, they know about all of them.”

“Then we have to go back,” Nancy said stoutly. “My mom, my dad—what if they hurt my little sister?”

“We are not going back. The last thing your parents need is for these guys to find out you’re involved in this too.”

“But what if they have Mike?” she demanded. “What if he comes back and…?”

“If your brother came back to the house, he’d be smart enough to leave,” Hopper assured her. “If they’ve made it this long, they know the drill. Besides. The lab doesn’t have your brother.”

“How can you know that?”

Hopper pointed out the window over Mrs. Byers’ shoulder. The whole car creaked as everyone turned to see what he was looking at this time. Christine couldn’t quite see it between Nancy, Jonathan and the houses outside, but in the bated silence she could hear it. Somewhere outside there was a heavy mechanical whirring. It sounded like helicopter blades.

“Seriously?” Worried as Nancy was, she still managed to sound annoyed. “For Mike?”

“For Eleven,” Christine corrected with worry. “If they get Mike, it’ll just be a bonus.”

“Which is why we need to find them before they do,” Hopper agreed. He twisted around in the seat to look at Christine. “I need you to think. Is there anywhere else they might have gone?”

“Not that I know of,” Christine sighed.

“Then think harder!”

“Look, I told you everything I know, okay? She’s been at Mike’s house, my house, and briefly the middle school. Besides that it’s just been the woods, and they could be anywhere in there. She knows them better than anyone else would. You’d have to ask her.”

“So why don’t we?”

Everyone turned to look at Jonathan, who was staring a hole into the back of his mother’s seat.

“Why don’t we what?” she asked.

“Ask her. I don’t know where they are, but I think I know how to get in contact with them.”

“The supercomms,” Christine realized, turning to him. “But I don’t have one. Do you?”

“No, but…”

“But Will does,” Mrs. Byers finished. She smacked Hopper on the arm, making him flinch. “My house. Go, Hop! We have to get back to my house!”

Hopper grumbled as she continued to berate him into turning the car around. They couldn’t go too fast. They didn’t want to draw the attention of the several government agents who were currently dissecting Christine’s house top to bottom. But as soon as they rounded the corner and were out of sight, Hopper slammed on the gas. They went racing down the roads, whipping past Mirkwood and heading for the edge of town.

They all jolted forward again when Hopper slammed on the brakes, skidding into the Byers’ driveway and sending gravel in every direction. Everyone piled out of the car, and Mrs. Byers led the way into the house without hesitation.

Christine marched behind her, but quickly trailed to a stop in the living room.

“Holy shit…”

The Byers’ entire house had been done up for Christmas early. String lights hung like a net around the ceiling, creating a maze of wires. For some reason, all the bulbs had been removed and were rolling around the floor. Furniture had been upended and ripped open, papers covered the floor. There were several boards hap-hazardously nailed up in one corner, and over the couch someone had painted the alphabet in lopsided black letters. It looked like one bulb had been nailed over each letter, like some sort of creepy, festive keyboard.

“Whoa…” Nancy was standing next to her, looking equally as stunned. “Uh…Jonathan said that…she was talking to Will…through the lights…”

“Right,” said Christine. Her eyes trailed back to the alphabet. “That…makes sense…”

They proceeded down the hall without saying anything else on the subject.

Will’s room was at the opposite end of the house. It had also been strung up with Christmas lights, with a couple of open lamps here and there for variation. Christine felt weird about diving in and rifling through Will’s stuff. Jonathan and his mom ended up doing most of the searching, while Christine, Nancy and Hopper waited anxiously by the door.

“I got it!” Mrs. Byers announced after a few minutes of looking. She resurfaced from under the bed, raising the walkie over her head. “Oh. How do I…?”

Jonathan took the radio from her hand, checking the battery before powering it on and tuning the station. His finger hovered over the call button, and he paused.

“Actually, it’s—it’s probably better if you do it.”

He held the radio out to Christine. She nodded, and took a deep breath before she grabbed it from him. Mrs. Byers ushered her to sit on the end of the bed, and everyone gathered around to listen.

“Hello?” Christine called into the radio. “Mike? Dustin? Lucas? This is Christine. Anyone copy?”

Silence.

“Hello? Anybody? This is Christine. I need you to pick up. It’s an emergency. I said do you copy?”

Silence.

“I know at least one of you idiots has a radio on you. I’m serious, it’s Christine. Hello, hello, hello, hello, helloooo?”

And again, silence.

Hopper grabbed the radio out of her hands, ignoring her noise of protest.

“Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you’re there pick up.”

“Chief, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Christine warned, which he also ignored.

“We know you’re in trouble, and we know about the girl.”

“Great,” she huffed. “Well that’s definitely not a good idea.”

“We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over!”

Christine stood up, grabbing the walkie back from him. Seeing as he was a lot taller and stronger than she was, it was a challenge. But she managed it with a hearty glare.

“You’re gonna scare the shit out of them,” she snapped at him. “Every authority figure she’s ever known has tortured her, and you wanna announce that you’re a cop? I made a promise not to go to the police because she was too scared. Just let me talk to them.”

Hopper glowered at her, but did not reach for the walkie. Christine leaned back on the doorframe. She closed her eyes, and pressed the radio against her forehead.

“Come on, guys. It’s Christine. I know you’re worried about the bad men, but I’m here with reinforcements. I’ve got Chief Hopper and Mrs. Byers and Jonathan and…hell, even Nancy. You know I wouldn’t have told anyone unless it was for a really good reason. But the bad men know who you are, so we have to find you guys if you want our help. Please…please pick up. Do you copy?”

More silence. She was ready to give up when the radio crackled to life.

“What are the first fifteen digits of pi?”

Christine actually laughed with relief.

“What?” Nancy asked, staring down at the radio. “What is it?”

“It’s Dustin,” Christine explained. “It’s a defense thing.”

“Defense?” Mrs. Byers repeated in confusion. “What, does—are they in trouble?”

“No, he wants to know if I am. It’s a code we have. If you say it right, everything’s okay, but if you say it wrong it means you’re in distress.”

“You memorized the first fifteen digits of pi?” Hopper asked, looking mildly disgusted.

“Christine? Hello? I asked for the first fifteen digits of pi. Do you copy? Over!”

“Yeah, I copy, Dust,” she said, turning back to the radio. “3.14159265358979.”

“Thank God. And say over when you’re done, geez. This is basic stuff. Over.”

“My apologies. Are you all alive? Over.”

“Yeah, we’re okay. Had a close call, but we’re all good on the fifteen digits of pi here. Over.”

“Great. Now where the hell are you? Over.”

“We can’t tell you. Signal might be intercepted. Over.”

“Fine,” Christine sighed, knowing he had a point. “Can you…describe it to me? Give me a hint? Gimme something here. Over.”

There was silence as the boys discussed the best way to proceed. It was minute or two before she got an answer.

“Christine, we are in Cloud City. Do you copy? Over.”

“Cloud City?” Hopper echoed. “What is that, a place?”

“Yeah, but not a real one,” said Christine. “It’s from Star Wars.”

The explanation only seemed to make him more exasperated.

“What is it with these kids and the made up places?”

“It’s code,” Jonathan urged. “We’re supposed to figure it out. So what’s so special about Cloud City?”

“Well it’s in the sky, for one,” Christine sighed. “It’s a gas mining colony. It was under Imperial control.”

“You don’t think they’re in the Lab, do you?” Joyce asked.

“No, no. That would definitely be the Death Star. But Cloud City is…” Christine chewed on her lip, and after a few more seconds, lit up with recognition. She held the radio up again, asking, “Dustin, you said Cloud City? You are in the ruins of Cloud City, is that right? Over.”

“Christine! Just say Cloud City! It’s a damn code! Over!”

“Whatever! Fine. Yes, I copy. Just stay where you are. We’re coming for you. Over.”

“Okay. But be careful! And remember Ackbar’s advice! Over!”

“Ten-four. Over and out.”

“Where are they?” Mrs. Byers asked, as Christine put down the radio. “They’re okay?��

“They’re fine, for now. They’re hiding in a junkyard on the edge of town.”

“How’d you get that from Cloud City?” Nancy asked in bewilderment.

“Traitors,” Christine explained. “We were at the junkyard yesterday after the funeral. It’s where we were when Lucas realized El was messing with the compasses so we couldn’t get to the gate. In Empire Strikes Back, it’s where Han and Leia meet up with Lando, who turns out to…”

“We don’t have time for this,” Hopper interrupted. “You know how to get there?”

Christine frowned, admittedly a little annoyed. “Yeah.”

“Good. Get in the car. No, not you!” Hopper held up a hand as everyone in the room made for the door. “Blondie comes for navigation. The rest of you stay here.”

“Hopper,” Joyce pleaded. “If the kids are…”

“You just heard the kids are fine. This is not up for discussion. Stay here, keep your heads down, and wait.”

He did not allow room for argument as he walked out of the room.

Christine hesitated. After so long split up from Nancy, she suddenly didn’t want to leave her again.

“I should go,” she said awkwardly.

Nancy nodded. “Just be careful, okay? And…remember Ackbar’s advice. Whatever that means.”

They smiled at each other, and Christine rushed out the door. Chief Hopper was waiting not all that patiently in the car. It was already running when she got in, and he was pulling out before she got her seatbelt on.

“It’s a junkyard on the west end of town,” she started to explain as he drove. “We got there by following the train tracks and cutting through the forest, but I think if you went up through Randolph Way…”

“One thing at a time,” said Hopper, shutting her down. “First thing’s first. We’re going back to the station.”

“What? Why?”

“So I can get my damn car. You see me driving five kids around in this piece of junk? I don’t think so.”

“What, you’re worried we’re gonna cramp your style?” Christine glared at him. “There are government agents out hunting them down! We don’t have time to…”

“We have time to do whatever I say we do! We are getting. The police van. Besides, it gets us more clearance and less attention. They could’ve seen this car when we went to your house.”

“Right,” Christine said moodily. “Cause the Chief’s car is so much more inconspicuous. Especially if they know you’re onto them.”

Hopper did not seem to appreciate her clear logic. He didn’t yell at her, but he did take the next turn hard enough to slam her into the door. She grunted, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

“Just please do me a favor, kid,” he said slowly, “and do not speak unless I ask you for directions. Please.”

“…Christine.”

“What?”

“My name is Christine Walcott,” she repeated. “Not kid. And not Blondie.”

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the drive.

Once they got to the station, Hopper disappeared inside for a few minutes for “supplies.” Christine twitched anxiously in the car while she waited, checking the clock obsessively as more and more time slipped by. She was annoyed to find when he returned that “supplies” had meant some more bullets for his gun, a pack of cigarettes, and a cup of coffee. It was one of the reasons she didn’t object when he handed her Jonathan’s keys and went to his own car. He would follow her up to the junkyard, but she needed to stop at least a hundred yards away, just in case.

Regardless, there was already a pattern emerging. Hopper must have sensed it too. That was why he was out of his car with a hand on Christine’s door before she could so much as turn the engine off.

“You are staying here,” he instructed clearly. “Do you understand?”

“But…”

“They have guns, and you do not. I have a gun, and you do not. If things go south, I am going to tell the kids to run this way, and you will drive like hell to get them out of here. Nod if you understand.”

Christine huffed, but nodded.

It made her tremblingly nauseous to watch Hopper pull out his gun. He checked his bullets, clicked off the safety, and secured the brimmed hat on his head. He nodded to her once, and then disappeared up over the hill. Her eyes stayed locked on the empty grass.

One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi.

She counted slowly, probably slower than real seconds lasted. Christine wasn’t sure why she was timing him. She wasn’t even sure she was. She restarted every time she go to ten, and had forgotten how many times she’d started over. More than anything, it was to make sure she kept breathing. If she held her breath as long as her worries wanted her to, the kids wouldn’t have a conscious getaway driver to help them.

Hopper’s hat broke the surface of the horizon. He walked briskly back down the slope, caught her eye, and nodded once. Christine’s heart jumped into her throat. A moment later, the kids began to spill over the hilltop.

Christine nearly tumbled out of the car in her rush to get to them. Dustin hit her first, breaking into a sprint and slamming his body into her arms. She rocked back and hugged him tight. He didn’t seem to care that his hat had fallen off any more than she cared that his headset was jabbing her in the ribs. She was just relieved he was okay.

“Thank God,” she said, trying to conceal the weight of her worry. “Your mom would’ve killed me if I let you get kidnapped by the government.”

“Don’t be stupid, Chrissy,” he replied, the words muffled by her shirt. “They wouldn’t have kidnapped us. We’d be dead.”

“Thanks, Dust.” She laughed, and her voice broke. “That’s really comforting.”

“Don’t worry. Eleven wouldn’t let that happen. There was this huge car chase, right? And we had four of those big vans after us! Three from the back, one from the front. And just when it looked like we were gonna be a double decker van-bike sandwich, Eleven flips the whole van over our heads! It was crazy! Aw, you shoulda been there!”

“Yeah…Yeah, I should’ve.”

Dustin pulled back, rubbing his face where the buttons of her work uniform had left circles in his cheek. “It’s okay. You came back.”

Christine smiled and kissed him on top of the head. She did the same for Mike and Lucas as they came running up next. Mike wrinkled his nose and batted her away, while Lucas stammered and blushed.

“You guys okay?” she asked.

“Uh, y-yeah,” said Lucas, nodding frantically. “We’re cool. We’re—We’re good.”

“Is Nancy okay?” Mike asked nervously.

“Yeah, she’s fine. She’s waiting back at the house.”

“Who’s house? And how does she know about this anyway?”

“I’ll explain on the way. Where’s…?”

“Chrissy?”

Eleven was finally standing at the bottom of the hill. She was still wearing her tube socks, her blue jacket, her pink dress—only now they were dingy and covered with dirt. It was covered her face too, clumsily washed off but still leaving her ashen. Her wig was long gone, but the same big, brown eyes stared up at her, overflowing with relief.

“Oh, thank God.”

Christine pushed right past Dustin. She rushed over to Eleven and dropped down to her knees, pulling her into a fierce hug. It took Eleven a few seconds to respond. But slowly her arms came up, and she wrapped them around Christine just as tightly. Christine ran a hand over Eleven’s head, and pressed her face into her dress. One of them was shaking, but she couldn’t be sure which one. So she was extra careful to keep her eyes dry when she pulled back.

“Are you okay?” she asked Eleven. “Are you hurt?”

Eleven shook her head, wiping her eyes.

“I was so worried. When you didn’t come back, I… Why did you run?”

“I…hurt Lucas,” she said haltingly. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, El,” Christine assured her. She held Eleven’s face in her hands, and ran a thumb over her cheek. “It was an accident. And if half of what Dustin says is true, it sounds like you’ve more than made up for it. I’m…I’m glad you’re back.”

She smiled, and Eleven mirrored the action. “Me too.”

Hopper cleared his throat behind them, looking awkward.

“Not to break up the reunion speeches, but I had to knock out three agents in the junkyard, so. Can we maybe get a move on before they wake up?”

“Yeah,” Christine agreed, standing once more. “Yeah, good idea.”

“Thanks.” Hopper headed back to his van, waving a hand over his shoulder. “Everyone jump in. Wheeler in shotgun, the rest of you in the back. And all of you keep your heads down. The last thing we need is for one of you to be seen.”

He swung the back door open, and turned around to find he was talking to empty air. The children had all piled into the crappy Ford, their babysitter ringleader in the front. She started the car up and pulled into a U-turn. Pulling up alongside him, she rolled down her window.

“Coming, Chief?”

She smiled, which was annoying. What was worse was the way every kid in the car grinned with her, the girl in the passenger seat and the three boys stuffed in the back. He knew there wasn’t enough time on the clock to argue, but he sure would’ve liked to.

“Just keep your heads down,” he grumbled. “And don’t get shot.”

The curly haired one gave him a salute, and they all slid down in their seats as Christine pulled onto the road. Hopper slammed the back door shut and climbed into the driver seat. He preferred a hangover to kids these days.

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The Confession of Destruction

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Summary:

This takes place immediately after the ending scene of Chat Blanc. There was so much pain in Marinette’s POV (Adrien’s too, but he doesn’t know what happened in the future), that she just needed to finally get her feelings out. He needs to know. Warning: sadness and angst but with a sliver of puns and fluff at the end.

I’ll put the text under the break if you don’t want to be spoiled by Chat Blanc or Heart Hunter.

The sun was setting. Beautiful pink, orange, and deep purples covered the Parisian skyline. Sitting on top of Montparnasse Tower, Ladybug and Chat Noir are enjoying the silence between them. Ladybug placed her head atop his shoulder, breathing in the chill of the air.

Enjoying the intimacy of the moment, Chat leaned his head on top of hers. A smile takes the shape on both their faces.

They sit there until the silence overtook Ladybug’s mind, filling her head with the horrors of what she witnessed earlier today. Her body tensed up; the sweet smile turned to a painful frown. Her eyebrows wrinkled in worry.

Chat noticed the change in her stature and looked over to her, fearing the worst.

“Bugaboo, what’s on your mind?” Chat said nervously.

“Nothing, Kitty. Today was just a tough day.”

“You know I’m always here for you. I may not be able to give expert advice, but I can always be the scratch post for your thoughts.” Ladybug let out a groan while Chat wiggled his eyebrows in joy over the pun.

Ladybug smiled at him and wrapped her arm around his. Her frown returned as she contemplated his statement. “Okay. I will tell you. I just want you to know that you are my best friend, my partner. I never want to hurt you, but I just want you to understand.”

Chat was starting to freak out but held his composure. She needed him right now. He wasn’t going to push his feelings of fret on her only for her to change her mind. He wanted to save her in any way, even if that means he would be hurt.

“I will always be here for you, M’lady, no matter what you have to tell me.”

Ladybug looked down at her hands, where she nervously gripped her fingers together. She was trying to find the words to tell him what she wanted to say.

“Today was one of the worst things I could have ever experienced.” She started to tear up.” You- You were akumatized.”

His eyes widened with horror.

“Bunnix came to the present and told me I needed to fix the time line. She couldn’t tell me what happened – she didn’t know it herself at that point.” She paused to think of the encounter. “I went to the future. I didn’t know why it was important for me to be there until- until I was there. Then I saw why.” She hesitated for a moment. “I saw you.”

He continued to stare in horror, frozen with fear of the words flying from her mind.

“You called yourself Chat Blanc. You were completely white – your hair, your suit, your baton – and your eyes were this piercing blue color. There was no warmth in your eyes, only cold, fear, and ambition for getting the one thing you needed to fix everything.” The tears were burning her eyes. At any moment they would fall, and she wouldn’t be able to control it.

Her mind wanted to stop, but the words continued to flow out. “You were sitting here, on this tower looking over the destruction of Paris. The moon had been destroyed. The city was completely submerged in water. Towers had fallen over. There was no one. No one with you. No one around. You were alone.”

Ladybug looked up at him. He was taking in what she was saying, the tears started to form in his eyes. She wanted to stop. She didn’t want to hurt him with everything she wanted to say.

“D- Don’t stop.” Chat said nervously, refusing to look over to her. “You- you need to tell me what hap-” He stopped when she squeezed his arm. With hesitation, she continued.

“We fought. You tried to steal my earrings. Telling me that you wanted to make the wish that would fix this. Fix our love. You- you-” the tears fell. She started sobbing.

“You said ou- our love caused the de- de- destruction. Y-you kn-knew who I w-was.”

He wrapped his arms around her body and squeezed her tight. He was crying. His body was shaking from the pain and he could feel the pain radiating from her. His heart was breaking over his lady crying from the terror of the day. He felt broken over being alone. Felt broken for causing her pain.

She was sobbing in the crook of his neck. Her tears were soaking his suit, but he didn’t care. Her hair was starting to dampen with his tears, but she didn’t care. She continued. “At one point, I was dropped into the water. You want- wanted to stri- strike m- me with a cataclysm bomb. But- but yo- you hesitated and broke the platform I- I was stan- standing on. So, into the water I- I went.”

“I saw the destruction on the ground. People had turned to stone. At the foot of the Eifel Tower, I wa-was,” she was sobbing uncontrollably. She brought her hands to her face, wiping the tears and covering her eyes. “I was stone. And so was Hawkmoth.”

“I- I- I-,” she couldn’t get the words out. He squeezed her tight. He was shushing her, trying to get her calmed down. He was rubbing soothing circles on her back with one hand while petting her head with the other.

He felt so broken. He couldn’t stop the flood of emotions filling his mind.

Whatever happened was his fault. Why? What happened? Why did their love for each other cause the destruction of the world? He knew who she was. He knew who his lady was and he loved her in her civilian form. But did she love him back? She must have if he caused the end of the world. But why? Why did this happen? Why is it so bad for them to be together?

“I was able to stop you.” She finally said breaking him from his thoughts. The sobbing was slowly coming to an end. “I saved you,” she whispered as a small smile pressed on her lips. “I fixed it all.”

“I know you will always fix everything, M’Lady.” He kissed the top of her head. His arms slowly releasing the tight grip around her body.

The tears had stopped, the exhaustion from the day finally creeping up on her.

“Chaton, I can’t let this happen. We can’t let Hawkmoth get to us. If falling in love is what caused this... we can’t do it.” The pain struck them both hard. The pain visible in their eyes.

“I- I understand Ladybug.”

“Kitty, I will always love you. You are my partner. You are my best friend. Please always remember that.”

“I love you, too. You’ll always be my paw-tner in crime.” His eyebrows wiggled as she giggled instead of her usual groan. Chat called it a win. He needed to see a smile on her face. It warmed him up that it made him smile.

“Do you mind if we sit here like this for a little while longer?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

They sat there for what felt like hours, watching the beautiful orange skyline turn to black. They laid back and watched the stars come into view. Laying in the comfortable silence, she felt a sigh of release leave her body. He tilted his head to stare at her, the smile on his lips widened when she looked back at him. They could conquer the world together. He knew it. She knew it. She will always be by his side, just like he is by hers. Nothing will ever change that, no matter what the future holds. And he was okay with that.

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