#Not even a ship thing bc I didn't like that take before I did

[starry-nights12]

Need an episode in season 2 where Jinx still thinks Ekko is dead.

She sees something that reminds her of him and holds back her tears as she reminisces about a childhood memory with him.

[satoruxx]

have to remind myself that a big chunk of jjk fans will never be able to accept the fact that their favs were loved by multiple people and loved multiple people …

[n0vazsq]

My love, mine all mine | OB87 x Reader

pairing . . . ollie bearman x barca!femeni!reader

summary . . . After Ollie gets a sudden interest in the Barca Femeni team, fans connect the dots and reach the conclusion that he has a crush on you. So when they start tagging you on his posts, he has no choice but to confess and ask you out

request . . . no!!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . sydney schertenleib and girls from pin!

alexavia yaps . . . guys idk why the fic is lowkey ass 💔🥀 hope yall enjoyed tho bc i'm gonna die for like another 2 weeks. requests open currently for oneshot req (for the mini fic series)

olliebearman

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olliebearman photodump from yesterday! congrats to the fcbfemeni team for winning and great job to yourusername on getting potm!

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username1 ollie is a culer ?!?!

username2 that food looks so good im salivating

username3 HES SO PRETTYYYY

username4 holy fuck he watches women's football?? yourusername we found you a match

username5 gorgeous

username6 stop i checked the girl he mentioned shes so pretty

username7 js checked and my GOD shes stunning

username8 OLLIE???

username9 i cant wait to see the y/n match updates bc i know for a fact this man will tag her in all his upcoming posts like yourusername at least follow him

kimi.antonelli why the sudden interest in the barcelona women's team

olliebearman i've been a fan since i was 4.

kimi.antonelli "kimi why'd no one tell me to watch women's football before" sent yesterday at 10:13 pm

olliebearman ...

pepemartiofficial ollie got exposed for lying 😂

olliebearman SHUT UP pepe

kimi.antonelli next thing we know he's buying match tickets and travelling to spain

isackhadjar the thing is i think he did do it

kimi.antonelli did you, ollie?

olliebearman i'd rather stay quiet

kimi.antonelli oh my god he did it

username10 how does it feel to have a chance, oliver

username11 their conversations are so funny im sobbing

username12 the rookies always have me tearing up from laughing

username13 screaming crying throwing up yourusername i'm begging you look at this

username14 im giggling at their comments

username15 i need more football content ASAP

username16 can y/n or wtv fight

gabrielbortoleto_ i heard ollie was being a loverboy

olliebearman who told you that ??

kimi.antonelli me

olliebearman of course it was you

gabrielbortoleto_ she's out of your league bro

olliebearman no one asked you gabi

isackhadjar he isn't lying

olliebearman all of you shut up and click off this post

kimi.antonelli someone's in a mood

username17 HELPP KIMI AND OLLIE I LOVE YOU

username18 man im itching to get people to ship them yourusername please look at this

username19 im never shutting about this for like another 18 centuries like my goat y/n x my goat ollie this is a grand event in history

username20 watch her ignore him like she did with that other guy i forgot his name

username21 do you mean hector

username20 yeah i think so

username22 poor hector catching strays 😭

username23 man doesn't even know people are making fun of him

username24 whos ollie im here for y/n

username25 hes a f1 racer for haas f1 team

username26 some random racer idk hes not important y/n is

username27 dislike people like yall

username28 oh to be in a relationship with him

pepemartiofficial if only you were catalonian and personally knew her...

olliebearman .

olliebearman do you know how annoying you are

isackhadjar pepe you should show him that picture of you two at your parents' house eating arroz con leche

kimi.antonelli LMFAO

olliebearman this is what i get for being nice

olliebearman btw i know that didn't happen you're just trying to have a go at me

isackhadjar worked didn't it?

pepemartiofficial i should ask y/n to take a picture of me at my parents' house eating arroz con leche

gabrielbortoleto_ ollie would probably rage and start crying

kimi.antonelli or he'll have a fussy tantrum like a toddler

olliebearman ALL OF YOU GET OUT

username29 i need to know when where shes going to be so i can attach myself to her and fight off ollie

username30 DIED. DECEASED. GONE. ROTTING.

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yourusername

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yourusername day out in my favourite city

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username30 y/n you have me on my KNEES

username31 what id pay to be whoever is dating her

alexiaputellas nina bonita Comment liked by creator

yourusername ahh gracias alexia <3 you're prettier

alexiaputellas all you hermosa

username32 OKAY OKAY I SEE THE VISION

username33 shes so pretty omgggg

username34 idk if i want to be y/n or be with y/n

username35 holy shit shes so gorgeous

username36 came here for ollie stayed for y/n

yourbsf woah youre so hot

yourusername youre hotter

yourbsf nahhh youre way hotter

yourbsf but yk who is hotter than all of us

yourusername oh god not again

yourbsf i texted you the name 😈

yourusername i was expecting it

yourbsf when will you text him

yourusername never

yourusername and don't even try to convince me

yourbsf someday y/n, you two will be out together in love and you'll be thanking me

yourusername no

yourbsf yes

yourusername sigh i deserve better friends

yourbsf reminder that i'm the one who showed you his pictures

yourusername yeah yeah i said he's cute

yourbsf you better think so

username37 man i love them

username38 HELP THE DATING LORE IS INSANE

username39 did yourbsf just expose them or

username40 i feel like im intruding reading the comments between them

pepemartiofficial sooo you know who he is

yourusername i do because SOMEONE forced me to look at his pictures

yourbsf ey ey ey don't involve me in this

yourusername i'm glad you know it's you since i didn't mention names

pepemartiofficial next time we meet i'm giving you both a run down on everything

yourusername good that you told me so i don't meet up with you

yourbsf see pepe? this is what i told you about

pepemartiofficial y/n you're too stubborn give him a chance

yourusername over my dead body

yourbsf guess we'll have to kill her, won't we, pepemartiofficial

pepemartiofficial guess so

yourusername i can't believe i'm best friends with both of you

username41 Y/N IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH???

username42 THE PICS??? HELLO??? EXCLUSIVE SUBSCRIPTION??? EXCUSE ME??? HOWS SHE SO PRETYY??

username43 how is she so good looking

username44 the face card is INSANE

username45 I NEED HER SO BADLY UGHHHHHHH

username46 STOP where is that juice stand at the end i'm salivating

username47 need me some juice like that

username48 who tf is ollie and why'd he like before me

username49 some rando who thinks he has a chance

username50 bro thinks he's hector 💀

username51 if my gf aint like this ion want her

olliebearman you're very gorgeous

pepemartiofficial damn no reply no like no acknoledgement

olliebearman close that mouth before i close it for you

pepemartiofficial okay bro no need to throw a tantrum 😭

username52 the way she ignored him HELPPPP

username53 y/n yourusername give this young man a chance

username54 so um whens the wedding

username55 when will she acknowledge him more like

username56 yourbsf fans living the life we knew about this before all of you

username57 im sighing dreamily at these pictures

username58 THE PICS.

username59 giggling blushing and kicking my feet

username60 when will y/n post more y/n sigh

NEW NOTIFICATION: olliebearman has liked 29 of your posts and 45 highlights !

NEW NOTIFICATION: olliebearman has added you to their close friends !

olliebearman

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olliebearman iconic. Tagged: fcbfemeni, yourusername

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username61 Y/N LET HIM HIT HES A PROPER SIMP yourusername

username62 people DIED (i'm people)

username63 THE LOOK OF LOVE

username64 THE RUSH OF BLOOD

username65 THE SHES WITH ME IS THE GALLIC SHURG

username66 he and y/n is not a want its a NEED

username67 GIRL COME HERE yourusername

username68 i just KNOW their kids will be BEAUTIFUL

username69 face card never declined

username70 and never will

kimi.antonelli so you're a big football guy now aren't you

pepemartiofficial bet he watches all matches

gabrielbortoleto_ probably analyses the plays

isackhadjar he 100% studies positions and strategies

kimi.antonelli i'll bet my life savings that he memorised every players' jersey number, name, age, ethnicity and country of birth

olliebearman what did i do to you all

olliebearman what is this modern day torture

username72 Y/N PLEASE NOTICE HIM yourusername

username73 y/n x ollie

username74 the otp fr

username75 the lack of the y/n is starting to concern me

username76 fr like WHERE IS SHEEE

pepemartiofficial hey yourusername i think someone likes you

olliebearman SHUT UP

pepemartiofficial jeez chillax

username77 sobbing i feel bad for ollie

yourbsf please please please notice him y/n i know you know who he is yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername

olliebearman not you too

username78 i could feel the hurt in ollie's words

username79 theyre more chaotic than we thought oh my god

username80 everyone said lets spam mention y/n so she notices him and i love it

pepemartiofficial clock is ticking and so is our patience

pepemartiofficial come one oliver make your move

olliebearman josep maria marti i'm going to murder you

yourbsf he pulled the full name

pepemartiofficial im sorry pls dont kill me

yourbsf he wont just because you're the mutual friend 😂

olliebearman i'm literally right here

yourbsf do you think i care

olliebearman oh wow

pepemartiofficial ollie got humbled lmfao

username81 deleting all my socials after this but yourusername come here

username82 they are SOULMATES vro yourusername

username83 HSHSHSH NOT EVERYONE MENTIONING HER AFTER EVERY COMMENT LMFAOOOOOO yourusername

username84 Y/N WYAAAA yourusername

username85 legit romance book vibes yourusername

username86 imagine being this in love yourusername

yourbsf to think this all started with pepe's birthday

pepemartiofficial it's crazy

yourbsf and now ollie is in love

username87 VISCA BARCA !!!!!!!! yourusername

username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN. but oh well yourusername

username89 i mean they were bound to meet sooner or later bc of pepe being a mutual friend yourusername

username90 they ARE the main characters yourusername

username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character yourusername

username92 alexa play 'that should be me' by justin bieber yourusername

gabrielbortoleto_ when will you make your move

olliebearman never with you as my friends

kimi.antonelli stay single and miserable then xx

pepemartiofficial yeah we all have gfs

gabrielbortoleto_ except isack but he doesn't count

olliebearman YOU DON'T NEED TO REMIND ME I'M AWARE

username93 dont make his heart break yourusername

username94 STOP I CANT WAIT TO SEE HER IN THE PADDOCK yourusername

username95 if they dont get together then love isnt real yourusername

kimi.antonelli this is your last chance to make your move oliver

olliebearman PLEASE STOP

pepemartiofficial is he okay

gabrielbortoleto_ prolly not

isackhadjar he'll survive

username96 i just know they'll be each other's ride or dies yourusername

username97 where to buy a ollie asking for a friend

username98 if i could id just take over one of their bodies to experience this love yourusername

username99 im waiting for the fics yourusername

username100 straight out of romeo and juliet yourusername

isackhadjar when's the move loverboy?

olliebearman i'm begging you all please stop

kimi.antonelli i think we drove him crazy

pepemartiofficial he deserves it no one told him to publicly announce his little boy crush

INSTAGRAM TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND @olliebearman

olliebearman: hi y/n! i'm ollie, nice to meet you!

yourusername: i know who you are ollie

yourusername: pepe wouldn't leave me alone

yourusername: nice to meet you too though

olliebearman: sorry about my friends being annoying

olliebearman: and all the fans tagging you

yourusername: don't worry about it, it was fun to watch while it lasted

olliebearman: yeah i just wanted to tell you something

olliebearman: all these comments pressured me to do it

yourusername: you don't have to say anything you don't want to, ollie

olliebearman: it's alright, i want to get it off my shoulders

olliebearman: and make everyone stop annoying me about it

yourusername: what's up then?

yourusername: is it something to do with pepe or my bsf

olliebearman: no no

olliebearman: it's actually got to do someting with you

yourusername: oh?

olliebearman: yeah

olliebearman: please don't block me or ignore me after i tell you

yourusername: don't worry

yourusername: i won't

yourusername: now continue i'm really curious

olliebearman: alright... here goes nothing

olliebearman: i really like you y/n

olliebearman: i have for a while actually

olliebearman: ever since that time pepe introduced us last year

yourusername: that's really sweet ollie

olliebearman: i've made it awkward haven't i??

yourusername: no no no

yourusername: you're really cute tbh

yourusername: and i did have a teensy tiny crush on you since we last met too

olliebearman: oh wow

olliebearman: this turned out so much better than i expected

olliebearman: i'm so glad you like me back

yourusername: dw about it

yourusername: seeing you like this is cute

olliebearman: so y/n i have a question

yourusername: yeah?

olliebearman: would you like to go out with me?

yourusername: i'd love to <3

olliebearman: great!! you're free next weekend right?

yourusername: yeah! i am

olliebearman: then you can come to the spanish gp!

olliebearman: you can stay in the haas garage (my side)

olliebearman: if it's alright for you i'll ask my team to send you the details

yourusername: oh my god ollie i've always wanted to watch an f1 race

yourusername: tysm for inviting me

yourusername: and i hope you get a good result in the race

olliebearman: i will

olliebearman: for you

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yourusername

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yourusername spanish gp done so i'm headed to italy and oh btw olliebearman and me are dating

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username101 cue the yourbsf meltdown in...

username102 3...

username101 2...

username102 1...

yourbsf Y/N YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THIS

yourbsf A BOY????

yourbsf YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND??

yourbsf A RACER BOY????

yourbsf THE BOY YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T DATE OVER YOUR DEAD BODY?

yourbsf YOU DISGRACE

yourbsf TRAITOR

yourusername are you done?

yourbsf NO

yourusername dont say it then

username103 dont know if i should be shocked or unsurpirsed

username104 both

kimi.antonelli congrats y/n!! so happy for both of you

yourusername thank you kimi !!

olliebearman thank you!! glad you're being nice for ONCE

username105 KIMI BEING THE SUPPORTIVE YOUNGER BROTHER FIGURE MY HEARTTTTT

username106 i just know damn well yourbsf is on the verge of tears

username107 SHES SO GORGEOUS I CANT

username108 my parents 🙏🙏

username109 PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP FRRRR

pepemartioffical congratulations!!

olliebearman thank YOU for introducing us

pepemartofficial im finally credited for my efforts

olliebearman nvm

yourusername thank you pepe ❤

gabrielbortoleto_ ohhhso youre the girl he was spamming the gc always talking about

olliebearman GABRIEL

yourusername im flattered please tell me more

gabrielbortoleto_ will do whenever we meet 😊 congrats by the way!

yourusername thank you gabriel!!

username110 my dream couple frrrr

username111 GOALS OMG

username112 its true love if THE y/n posted a soft launch for him

username113 racer boy and footballer girl, couldnt have been better

username114 BEST LOVE STORY FRRR

username115 if my future bf isnt like ollie i dont want him

username116 can ollie fight honest question

username117 dropping that so casually is max aura

username118 y/n is creative i wouldnt have thought of that

username119 waiting for ollie at her football matches

username120 spanish royalty ong

olliebearman i love you so much, mi cielo

yourusername i love you more, my london boy

olliebearman love you more than anything, my barcelona girl

yourusername 🫶❤

olliebearman ❤❤

username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS

username122 this has me sobbing and i dont even know them

username123 NOOOO IM CRYING THIS SO SWEET

username124 IKR???

username125 THEY HAVE NO RIGHT BEING THIS CUTE

username126 the kiss after the race omg i died watching it

username127 i feel like im intruding or something

username128 my mother and father

username129 OUR*

username130 CUTIESSS AHHH

isackhadjar cutest couple i know, wishing you all the best

olliebearman thank you isack

username131 FUCK OFF THIS POST IS MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL

username132 this is so romantic and for what

username133 THE CAPTION

username134 y/ns caption is killing me

username135 ISYG BAJJHSSYHSUJKKIUHBHNJWMK

username136 I JUST CAME BACK FROM SUMMER CAMP WTF??? IS THIS HOW I FIND OUT THEYRE TOEGTHER???

username137 screaming crying throwing up

username138 killing myself

username139 wait for me

username140 they should get a reality show

username141 meow

username142 THEM>>>>>>>>>>

username143 sign here to get this into a romance movie

username144 SIGNEDDDD

username145 signed and asking my whole family to sign

username146 lets make this an actual petition

username147 so like when will it be my turn

username148 greatest love story of this centruy

username149 no lies said

username150 my kind of love

olliebearman

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olliebearman got the girl of my dreams so i'm gonna brag about it forever Tagged: yourusername

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yourusername i love you forever, ollie. my one and only london boy.

olliebearman i love you to eternity, y/n. my one and only barcelona girl

yourusername forever and always

olliebearman till the end

yourusername i love you

olliebearman i love you too

username151 oh jolly this is so beautiful

username152 THE AESTHETIC ATE UPPPPPP

username153 y/n + ollie in italy together??

username154 thats adorable omgggg

username155 sigh im in love with them

username156 your honour i love them

yourusername this is cute but not as cute as you

olliebearman MY LOVE STOP THIS IS TOO SWEET

yourusername YOU DESERVE WAY MORE THAN THIS MY BEAUTIFUL BOY

olliebearman I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

yourusername I LOVE YOU MORE

username157 why are they communacting in caps??

username158 i have no idea but let them be

username159 oh to be rich

username160 living vicarously through them

username161 sigh i wish i was y/n

username162 oh so hes getting brave with it

username163 OLLIE GIVE US Y/N CONTENT !!!!!!!!!

username164 REAL

username165 oh?

username166 to be hot and have a hot boyfriend is the LIFE

yourbsf okay oliver we get that you have biceps don't choke my bsf with them

olliebearman what if she's into it

yourusername ....

yourusername i'm literally right here

olliebearman are you then?

yourusername not answering that question for more than 2 million people to see

yourbsf smart decision dm me the answer

yourusername YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW

pepemartiofficial i bet she is

yourusername is pepe okay??

yourbsf is he ever

yourusername true

olliebearman but actually are you into it

yourusername .

yourusername i have the right to remain silent

username167 this is the meaning of winging it

username168 boy said "you made fun of me and i did it so i'll rub it in your faces"

username169 now i understand why he was so head over heels for her

username170 we NEED to know about what went on in italy

username171 YES OMG

username172 id sell my left kidney to know

username173 THE AESHETIC. MOTHER Y/N ATEEE (i know ollie posted them but y/n clearly had a say in the photos)

kimi.antonelli these pictures are risky

olliebearman okay?

pepemartiofficial hes feeling scandalous

olliebearman pepe can you shut up

pepemartiofficial no

olliebearman figured

username174 on my fucking knees for them

yourusernameyou look so cute omgg

olliebearman you're cuter

yourusername impossible

olliebearman i put the possible in impossible

yourusername can't even defend you on that

username175 didnt expect them to be so cheesy

username176 id die and come back just to experience these photos

username177 our king is gaining fame dni

username178 is it bad that im making heart eyes at them

username179 totally not, i too am making heart eyes at y/n l/n and ollie bearman

username180 my beloved barcelona girl and her london boy

yourusername has posted three new stories !

caption 1: back to BCN // caption 2: don't tell loverboy abt this // caption 3: 🤍🤍

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to be continued....?

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaaa ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp ,, @justaf1girl ,, @awritingtree ,, @freyathehuntress ,, @chilling-seavey ,, @eloriis ,, @linnygirl09 ,, @joaosnovia ,, @damonsalvatorelikessex ,, @somerandomf1fan ,, @kevinlolwife ,, @veyveyx (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

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hi bb, this is incredibly self-indulgent, but I have a very big idea for ur Ghost and his Sergeant. I'm terrified of the ocean so ofc I need her to be nervous over this mission that's by the coast. she's never said anything bc it's never been necessary, but she can't hide her nervousness from Ghost tho he doesn't pressure her to say anything for now. so when they're done w the mission, they all decide they'll take the next day off, and it's a given they'll go to the beach, right. I need her to be nervous but she's like, chill, staying away from the ocean, until the guys lift her up and she's like rolling her eyes until she realizes they're taking her to the ocean w quick steps, and suddenly she's SCREAMING bloody murder, and Ghost gets his head out of his ass (bc he was buying idk ice cream or a drink idk), and runs over when the guys set her down on the sand, trembling and tearing up, unable to stop herself from being weak and AHHHHHH ur writing would make this cuddle session so fucking GOOD

UR MIND IS LITERALLY AMAZING BECAUSE THIS?? THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

anyway, as promised, plenty of fluff, plenty of comfort, very yummy story (i hope)

enjoy!!!!!

WC: 4.1k… (😧)

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Missions tended to blend into each other when a soldier got too comfortable—an autopilot you were happy to live with for a long time. Though, that was before you were promoted to a Sergeant which still felt like yesterday no matter how long ago it had been. You had soon learned that no day would ever be the same, especially after you were properly taken into Lieutenant Ghost’s unit, rather than the occasional team-ups. It was a big change that’s for sure; it’s not the difficulty, but rather having to prove your worth to a whole new unit. At least your old unit you were pretty much leading; this was like starting from the bottom again, in a way. It shouldn’t prove to be too hard, considering your reputation was holding up nicely.

However, you did have a small weakness; everyone did though this was one that you definitely didn’t want anyone else to be aware of any time soon. So, when the news of another mission came around, you were positive it was something you could handle. Until the news came that you’d travel by ship, having to stay on it for at least two weeks. It’s not even like you had time to process the news, bundled into a truck as you travelled down to the coast. You’d be travelling far, tracking down some bombs that are being transported on a number of different cargo ships travelling across the Atlantic ocean. More importantly was figuring out if they were actually active bombs or rather just sitting ducks–either way, it was something that needed to be dealt with immediately. Considering you had completed a course in demolitions, of course you were immediately necessary for this, so there wasnt even any backing out now. Thankfully, there was a chance you wouldn’t even have to cross over the murky waters, safe on the ship instead. Still, there was no guarantee that nothing couldn’t go wrong.

Ghost wasn’t stupid, he could clearly see just how hunched your shoulders were in every conversation, no matter where you were around the ship. He sees your small flinches everytime a small wave slightly shifts the floor beneath your feet, or the larger ones that spray onto the deck whilst you’re surveying the surroundings. Not even you can hide the quick darts of your eyes each time a small rumble of thunder sounds out overhead nor the teeth marks in your lips when you look out the window for a little too long. One thing that he couldn't possibly ignore, was the widening of your eyes and the anxious tap of your foot as you slowly filed out of the briefing the day before you departed. The only question was to confront you or not. After all, everyone has a weakness and yours may not even be that serious to compromise the mission. It seemed on the same level as getting mad at someone for being woken from a bad dream, or at least he didn't want to embarrass you by possibly blowing it out of proportion.

He was right for the most part, and you had completed the mission as expected– even if your heart was practically pumping out of your chest when you had to cross to the cargo ship and assess the crates for any trace of explosives. Since it was growing closer to summer, he figures the unit may as well stop over by the beach that’s only a one hour drive from the port. Your fellow teammates are excited of course, and so are you, happy to be on ground again even if the ocean will be metres away; anything was better than hovering above it though. As soon as you arrive, a few of the guys drag you along to a local shop, all of you filtering through the aisles to find the best floaties and water guns available.

Ghost leans against the car with his arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot like a father with his rowdy kids. So since you all act like children, he counts down from ten, watching you and the others scurry and scramble into the seats of the cars. It’s almost laughable at how you all look, pool noodles around two soldier’s waists, water guns gripped in one of the other’s hands and wait– who put a bucket and spade in the boot?

Free for all, except this isn’t the battlefield, no it’s a damn beach and once your feet touch the warm sand, all of you are dispersing into different directions. Ghost looks around, trying to figure out where everyone went in the five seconds he turned to grab the cooler bag, only to see you lounging on a sunbed. He has to admit, he was curious as to how you’d navigate a situation like this with your clear fear. But now he can only scold himself as he slowly approaches you, your head turning before you beckon him over with a wide grin. You’re a trained soldier, you’ll be perfectly fine.. right?

He drops his duffel bag down beside you, getting comfortable on the sunbed as the others run along the beach like bumbling fools. Accidentally he must’ve let out a scoff because you laugh, turning to look at him as his brows unintentionally furrow. “What? They’re runnin’ around like they’re six.” He says gruffly, trying to get comfortable on the small and flimsy sunbed but failing when he realises both his legs barely fit.

“You’re just boring, skullface.” You know he hates that stupid nickname, but it just motivates you to use it all the more. Still, his eyes are more focused on the nervous tap of your fingers against your leg, your jaw slightly clenched as you look out at the soldiers running around near the water.

“Oh? I don't see you making sandcastles.. or splashin’ around either.” He watches you freeze at his last words, his eyebrows slighlty beginning to furrow in deep concern. You were so far from the water, practically at the top of the beach but you still looked agitated, like you were just managing to glue it all together.

”Hmph, I'm relaxing before I beat all of you in snooker tonight.” He highly doubts that’s even slightly possible, but you’re quite adamant on the former as you stretch out and get ready for your midday nap. Of course, how could he forget your daily necessity? Regardless of that, he sticks firmly by your side, satisfied that you werent so nervous that you wouldn't be able to nap peacefully— or maybe that was because he’d scare off anyone in a 5 mile radius just with that mask alone. He settles on watching the waves lap until he gets bored enough to aimlessly scroll on his phone, unable to find anything to captivate his attention long enough. Damnit, you were rubbing off on him. After stealing your book for a bit, the heat of the sun finally gets on his nerves and he heads towards the small bar, looking for a cool drink. Just before he leaves though, he adjusts the umbrella above where you lay, a little worried that you’d overheat in your sleep but your head feels fairly cool against his hands, for now at least.

Footsteps, they’re soft in your ears muffled by rocks that are kicked. There’s small snickers too, coming from different directions and no matter where you try and run to chase one, they always appear right behind you again.

Splashing, it’s colder now, a breeze washing over your body and making you shiver.

Strain, your arms feel tight, as do your legs, like you’re being stretched like those stupid toys that were always advertised but you never actually got.

“Is she up yet?” A voice says, so close yet so far.

“Nah, still out.” Accompanied by laughter.

A splash of water on your face has you attempting to sit up only to fail immediately, your wrists locked in a tight hold, ankles kicking restlessly. “What? Who—?” Your head turns frantically, confused and instinctively wanting nothing more but to be free.

“Chill out, we’re just giving you a little diving lesson.” The soldier who you’d giggle with on patrol holds your legs, laughing at your shocked face. As you look around, you realise the fellow soldiers you’ve shared meals with for two weeks have kidnapped you from your napping spot, carrying you somewhere.

It’s fine, they’re your friends, they wont hurt you.

“Hey! I was sleeping very peacefully y’know.” You huff, playfully though still half awake, rolling your eyes as you slacken your protests.

”Yeah, drooling too.” The one holding your wrists laughs as the one walking alongside them pinches your cheeks. Damnit, they’re so damn annoying all the time arent they? Ghost’s right, they’re like little kids with the way they ran straight into the ocean—

Ocean?

Your head snaps to the side, managing to strain your neck only to see that the one holding your legs has already stepped towards the shore, water now splashing gently onto the sand beneath you. “Hey— wait, where are you taking me?” You’re thrashing around now, panic bubbling in your throat as your nails press into the soldier’s hand, scrambling for them to let go. “Oh come on, just a small splash.”

You hate their laughter, you hate this, you hate having to watch the waves rise over his foot as they carry you in, your heart thumping louder with each second. “Let me go!”

They don't listen— why wont they listen?

The water is up to his ankles, too high for your liking and you’re not scared anymore— you’re fearing the worst. Images flash through your mind, the horrible splashing of their steps louder than the pounding in your head.

You kick, wriggle, squirm, anything and it’s useless— why is it so useless?

Their steps are making droplets splash on you, the water is growing higher, ready to consume and you’re cold, too cold even with the sun burning through you. Cold with soaked cheeks.

Ghost hears the screams first, so high it almost sends him into a frenzy only nightmares have brought him crumbling to. He doesn't think, spilling the can of coke without a second thought as he runs over, sand kicking up with each heavy step of his stupid army boots he wears all the time. The crowd of soldiers are shoved to the side by his hands, carving a path directly to you who now sits in the sand right by the shore, trembling so harshly as you pull your knees to your chest, albeit with great struggle. “Woah, woah, you’re okay— you’re not wet. See? Sand, look you’re on the sand.” But you’re too far gone, your hair falling over your face as you hunch over, hands grasping at nothing but the air. Your face is starting to grow wet from the silent tears,trickling down your cheeks and kissing your legs, the wet feeling making you fear the worst has happened.

“What the hell are you all staring at?” His Lieutenant's voice comes back like it never left, the soldiers standing to attention just as fast and scrambling away before they feel the wrath of the man before them.

You’re trying your best to shovel it all in, all the fears but it’s near impossible, not when you can still hear the splashing, not when you can hear the laughter of the kids down the beach. Not here.

“Up we get, come on.” He places his hand beneath your arms and hoists you up to stand, one hand slipping behind your back to rub up and down, trying to get you to your senses. “You’re all dry, okay? Nothing happened, you’re alright.” He’s trying to keep his voice as calm as he can for you but it’s near impossible when you’re looking like that before him, like a person whose nearly missed death. Dammit, you didnt even look this bad when you were shot in the leg, and that was a pool of blood to say the least.

He leads you away from the shore, bringing you to a small cobbled footpath away from all the cafe’s, loud icecream vans and children screaming about needing to pee. His hand continues to rub slow circles, continuously soothing your trembles as he reminds you to breathe in and out. Only when everyone was out of sight did he pick you up properly, hoisting your legs to wrap around his middle as one hand pushed your face into his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get you into the car, okay?” Sure he should’ve done that way earlier, clearly by the way your hands were shaking like crazy. But if he knows anything about you, he definitely knows you don't want to make a scene. Being seen as weak is practically the worst thing for you, not that he thought what happened made you weak, but he already knew what you’d be saying if he had swooped you up right then and there in front of everyone.

“Ghost— i..” You begin to sniffle out but he shakes his head, firmly patting your back in confirmation. “Nope. Quiet— don't wanna hear it.” He carries you further down the road, turning into the empty parking lot near a small block of houses. Finally he reaches the car, windows tinted to hide you as he opens the door with one hand, a low groan escaping him before he finally settles you in the backseat. Going around to the boot, he opens it quickly, grabbing a spare towel he brought and rummaging through a bag that was supposed to be for the team’s silly movie night later. Not that he’d participate, but he felt giving them some snacks would be a good mission well done.

Your eyes are locked onto your knees, refusing to look anywhere and your face has dried up, slightly red from how harshly you had rubbed at your eyes. He settles in beside you, about to offer you a drink when you’re clenching the seats, eyes already tearing up once more.

“It’s fine— really, i just- I was just a little shaken, they didn't mean it, I wasn’t properly awake yet and it startled me. ” You ramble between breaths, unable to find an excuse to rebuild your dignity in time but he just lets out a long breath, anger clearly holding back. A soft towel is draped around you, covering your upper half entirely as he folds it over your front.

“You dont need to explain. It’s fine— i dont like the damn beach either.” He mumbles out, not sure how else to express the fury he feels that you had to feel that terrified, more towards himself for leaving you alone when he knew you were uneasy. All he can do for now is place an arm around your shoulders as you continue to quietly sniffle and tremble at the shock and horror you felt in the past ten minutes. You were clearly uncomfortable too, and how badly he wanted to tell you that he didn't care if a colour terrified you, nor a tiny butterfly; he just wanted you, as with the few he really cares about, to be comfortable and happy. Never should someone have to face their fears like that, he knows what that can do to a person. But he can't word it properly, can't express how you’re the strongest he knows and the smartest and every other good adjective in the damn dictionary because you are that. And he refuses for you to believe otherwise just because the majority aren't scared of the same things you are.

Your nose presses into the sleeves of your shirt, eyes scrunched tight as you try to will the tears away. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” It’s stern, too harsh, but he doesn't know what else to do, just wanting to wipe that miserable look on your face. “There’s nothing to apologise for.. Do you need me to leave?” He asks, suddenly wondering if you’d calm down quicker if he just left you alone. Of course you would, who would want this stiff man rubbing their back while crappily convincing them that they’re not drowning and just got a scare from a stupid idiotic prank? He could at least speak a bit more, reassure you that whatever you choose is fine but nothing comes to his mouth. You shake your head thankfully, refusing to let him leave you alone.

“Are you annoyed with me?” Your voice is quiet, so quiet, and he hates that you feel this small. You should be smiling and having fun like everyone else, not tearing up infront of your lieutenant who you just barely felt comfortable around— or well, he thought that was the case.

“Never.” He says gruffly and he’s caught off guard when you hug him tightly, one that has him stuttering to breathe for a moment. Though his shock is quickly broken when your sniffles pick up, quiet sobs hitting his chest head on. He wants to complain, beg you to stop crying because not even he can bear to see you like this. But he knows whilst it pains him, you need to let it out for all the weeks you’ve been terrified for and stayed strong. His arms wrap around you just as tight, his chin resting above your head as he feels his shirt wetten by the second.

“You’re stronger than me.” He murmurs quietly, one hand gently rubbing your shoulder as he just sits there, letting you take whatever ounce of comfort you somehow receive from him. “You could’ve given up long ago but you didn't. How could I be mad at someone who's worked so hard to keep the rest of us safe even when they didnt feel safe themself?”

Oops. He might’ve made you cry a lot harder with that one, and his eyes widening show his momentary panic as he tries to soothe you again, tucking you as close as possible.

You settle a while later, pulling away just enough to wipe your reddened eyes. His eyes are softened as he looks down at you, partially glad he doesn't have to burn alive in the sun anymore and can just spend time with you in this car.. though it’s warming up pretty quickly. You seem to have the same thoughts as him because you look up, unable to stop a little smile crawling onto your lips. The sight is bright, even the tears in your eyes making them sparkle more than usual. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” He asks, hoping you’d keep doing that a little longer.

“You’re sweating like crazy..” You’re half tempted to snicker, but it comes out more like a sniffle and he just lets out a breathless sigh, rolling his eyes as he squashes your cheeks. “I do all this and that’s what you say? You’re a minx, yknow that?”

Well, he supposes it is your day off, and he’s restless as it is anyway. So, he pretends to huff at you, even if you see past him instantly, and slides out the seat beside you to get into the driver's seat. You follow, climbing into the passenger seat and he straps you in before you can even try. He rolls down the windows after he starts driving through the town, letting the summer air refresh you all while he’d occasionally look over every time he got caught in a little traffic. . But you looked like you needed a moment to gather your thoughts and yourself, so he’d give you that, for now at least.

He takes you to the nearest mall, hunting down one of those ice cream shops, but not something basic, no, that’s just boring. “Amorino?” Your voice is muffled by the skull mask he reluctantly let you borrow— but you looked uncomfortable walking around with the tear stains still on your cheeks, so he relented quickly.

“Pick your flavours.” You get your two favourites, picking them both until he urges you to pick another, not that you can decide. “Can't you just pick your favourite for me?” That’s how you end up with a cone in your hand, a pretty flower shaped ice cream right on top with each of your flavours curved into petals. He sips his milkshake, watching as you stare in complete awe as you both walk through the mall. “How— what? This is sick, Ghost!”

“If you keep staring at it, it’ll melt before you even try it.” He watches your eyes go wide, quickly licking up the sides to catch any melting parts before instantly grinning at the overwhelming sweetness. “This is like— top tier!” Though he does end up facepalming when you grip his sleeve tightly, groaning about a brain freeze.

He lets you try out the crappy claw machine games, and then even tries on one Hawaiian shirt all while you’re giggling so hard you almost trip over. He has to hold your wrist after that, but you don't complain, using it as an opportunity to drag him wherever you want, and he follows.

It’s almost seven pm, and he takes you back to the hotel since you and the team planned to get dinner. He still had to have a virtual briefing with Price, so you would be on your own for this one. They’re waiting for you in the lobby, the three culprits from before standing anxiously. “I’ll be in the car, on the phone to Price and the others.” It’s a silent offer, giving you a chance at any time to return to where he is and sit in the back if you need to get away for whatever reason. He’d prefer to be beside you, but at least this gives you a safe way out. “Alright, thanks. I’ll head in now— just make sure you grab something to eat too? Okay?” You give him a smile, before you awkwardly step inside the hotel, approaching the others. Ghost’s hands tense, fists clenching as he watches for any sign of the idiots acting up again. Thankfully, they learnt their lesson and they immediately apologise to you, frowns on all their faces before lighting up when you extend your forgiveness to them. You were scared they’d laugh at you, but Ghost knew that they saw you like a little sister— even if they were absolute idiots sometimes. He decides to leave you after watching you leave the hotel with them, heading for a restaurant down the street as you link arms with a female soldier you know, grinning.

It’s late when he hears a soft rap at the hotel room door, confused at who could possibly knock at this hour. “It’s me, Lt.” Werent you supposed to be watching movies with the others?

“Come in.”

You open the door with the keycard he gave you earlier, dressed in your pajamas and with a bowl of popcorn in your hand. Quietly you walk over to where he lays on the bed, settling on the other side as you place the bowl between the two of you. This is how it goes for the next twenty minutes or so, you scrolling through your phone and watching stupid videos as you nibble on the popcorn all while he continues to read his book, occasionally grabbing a piece of popcorn just to keep you happy. It only ends when he catches you yawning from the corner of his eye, one, twice and thrice. “You should get some rest. You’ve had a long day.” He hums, flicking to the next page as he continues to read but the words aren't really going to his head in the slightest, his mind fixated on you.

“Hm.. okay.” You sigh, before placing your phone onto the bedside table and tucking yourself beneath his blankets, now watching him from your position smushed against his pillow.

“You have your own bed, Sergeant.” He states, raising a brow but he’s particularly careful not to lower nor raise his voice, keeping it central as he looks at you and closes his book.

“Hey, you said I was welcome if it was an emergency.”

He did say that, perhaps a long, long time ago when you first came bundling into his life before he even knew you that well. Besides, it’s not like he planned to actually kick you out. So for now he just lets out an empty scoff, goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth before turning the lights off by the switch. The room is shrouded by darkness and you look around, wondering where he went, when two arms wrap around your front, bringing you forward against his chest. “Don’t make me regret this.” He says gruffly, but you know he doesn't care all that much, and he knows that your playful facade is trying to hide the trembles that still linger in your hands when you hear the ocean lap outside your room’s window. Tonight, he’s holding you tight and never letting you go; he’d be found dead before he ever lets anything snatch you, whether that be the ocean, someone, or even fear itself.

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COD masterlist

[kabr0ztrousers]

For your everyday writing, could you write something with insectoid aliens?

Like, reader (masc preferably but I could go either way tbh) works on a human ship going planet to planet studying aliens, except they’re not a scientist, instead something like a janitor or tech fixer whose never really viewed as an “important member” of the ship.

But, they, unlike their fraud higher uppers, actually are unfearfully open to alien culture, and when the aliens see this, reader is basically “kidnapped” (not actually really kidnapped bc they probably let willingly but yk) and made into the hive king/queen

Kabr0z Writes episode 83: First Contact Protocol

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: group sex; kidnap-but-not-really; Oviposition; mpreg

A/N: I wound up doing a seni-hivemind thing here, though if you were hoping for a little more sexy personality sublimation that's coming later this week. That's not even a joke, it's on the forecast

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The ship was on yellow alert, shields up and no unnecessary power draw. It's been there for a week, ever since you left the borders of Federated space. A slipspace contrail had been detected above a previously uncontacted world. Xenologists had been observing from high orbit in cloaked research platforms. The hivemind on the planet below have discovered FTL transit, which means one thing: diplomacy would have to begin.

Yours was the closest ship, the xenologists having left the system in a hurry once ships started reaching orbit equipped with suspected superluminal drives, scuttling their platforms into the host star. No cultural or technological pollution could be allowed to happen before the hive made those first faltering steps on their own.

The ship rattled as it dropped from slipspace. Long and thin, like a javelin. The vessel was designed to minimise cross section while passing through a shockwave of compressed space. Travel between stars now took days rather than centuries, at the cost of slipspace vessels being laid out in long corridors.

You'd been lucky enough to be selected for the away mission, along with a xenolinguist and a comms officer. Your job was to stand there holding a rifle and looking serious.

The species were insectile, long-bodied and angular. Twitching antennae swaying to an unheard movement. The aliens were writing, their species having long since abandoned verbal communication for a form of low-level telepathy. Individuals weren't very smart, but as soon as more than two or three came together in a room, they could outpace most humans. By the time twenty got together they formed a living computer. Each individual takes on a role as a single node in a vast networked mind.

The delegation was being walked through the hive, twisting passages filled with individuals, each swaying as they watched you pass. There must have been thousands, even tens of thousands of them, each networking with the others.

You weren't looking where you were going. One corridor led to another, then another, the insectile people parting for you as you strayed further from your group. You were being herded, though you didn't know it yet.

You stepped into a round, vaulted room. A larger insect reclined in the centre, on a bed of sorts. They pushed you towards it. Antenne settled on either side of your head. A voice echoed within your mind. Your voice.

"Apologies for deceiving you. I am the King of this hive. My time grows close, and I must have a successor."

A successor? Did he mean you?

"Yes. You. I have seen your mind, through my drones. You are unfulfilled amongst the stars, the whipping boy aboard ship, no home on your planet, you took to space to fill the void. Let us fill it for you.

He wasn't wrong. Four of the drones approached you: larger, winged, with reddish markings on alabaster white exoskeletons. Their touch was gentle, disrobing you from your dress uniform, stroking your skin, caressing your chest and back. One knelt in front of you, taking your cock in its hand, while another wrapped it's arms around you from behind.

You could feel something pressing against your ass, gently pushing into your hole as its fellow fondled you. You grew harder in its hand, grunting as it rubbed the shaft in one hand, massaging the head with the other. It was remarkably good at this, you suppose it must've got some technique from scanning your mind. Or maybe the immense processing power surrounding it let it find the most effective method. Either way, it was mere moments until you were struggling to stand, knees buckling as cum leaked out of you. The drones maneuvered you to the bed, leaning you against it. One sat below you, hands still working your cock, the other pushing against your rear, a third took a place in front of you.

An appendage extended from its crotch, pressing into your mouth. You opened up, allowing it to enter you as the one behind you pushed its way into your ass. You moaned around one cock as the other ground against your prostate, feeling the ridges of it tease you to another aching, leaking orgasm. The one underneath hummed delightedly as cum dripped down from you onto it. The drones fucked you harder, reaching their own release, buzzing and humming as they buried themselves into you.

The cum tasted like cranberries. Sweet, sharp, astringent, it flooded your mouth with pearls. They felt like the tapioca balls you'd had in milk tea once or twice, soft and pliant, bursting when you applied pressure with your tongue, but mostly sliding down your throat. The one in your ass released as well, dumping its load deep into you, grinding into your ass as the pearls filled you up. It stung a little, the eggs taking root in your guts.

Days passed, your belly swelled up. You could hear the hive around you, growing stronger as the old king grew weak. You weren't one of them, your mind was your own, but the harem of those special drones treated you as if you were. The next generation grew within you, one day soon you would push them out, a slew of larvae to renew the hive.

It's good being king

[devinescribe]

Why Don’t You Like Me?

Snotlout Jorgenson x Reader

So im gonna go through the whole first movie (the live action bc it gives him more depth.)

This is a

Snotlout x Plus size! Ethnic! Reader story!

I personally headcanon that he prefers them and y'know what??? It's self indulgent for years of not having fics for him and any that did were for a skinny white and petite Y/N 😭 ummm Y/N is from a distant island, you get to pick where, got dropped off at Gobber's doorstep and is his daughter now, he would kill a man for her

Warnings: Cussing, slight angst, feelings, mention of colonizers (just once sigh my island was colonized by the Spanish 🙄), canon typical violence, disappointed father(his not yours. You fucking love your dad) also… live action spoilers obvi

9.6 K words.

Berk.

It was home. Even if you weren't originally from here.

When you were little your dad used to say that it must have been one of Freya's cats leaving you at his doorstep, the goddess knowing how much the world needed someone with light like you.

However as you got older, he told you how you really came to be his daughter, blood related or not. Or at least the part where you showed up at his doorstep. What happened before that was a mystery to both of you. And you couldn't care less about the two who abandoned you.

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It was a clear, calm night. One that Berk had not had in a while. No dragon raids, nothing.

It had been a long time sailing for the pair... especially his wife, being pregnant. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl... she was a few months old now...

But where they were going, and what they were doing was dangerous... too dangerous for a baby. And neither was really ready for one either. Mistakes happen when in love and lust...

Together, they made the decision to give up the child.

Quietly docking, pulling their cloaks up obscuring their faces, they kept the baby in a wicker basket with blankets, a note, and some other items to keep her in contact with her culture and who she was... his shield... her necklace... her name, how old she was. Everything.

They placed her at the doorstep of what looked like a forge. Whoever lived here could protect her, at least. If not, find someone who would take her.

Placing her on the step and knocking, before running back to their ship.

Gobber woke up when he heard the knock. His first thought was that there was an emergency. But after not hearing anything else, he slowly got up, walking blindly through the hut to the front door.

When he got there, he was shocked. A baby swaddled in a woven basket. There was a shield and a note, and a few other things.

He picked up the note, and read it carefully.

To whom lives here,

This is Y/N. She's our daughter. We are on a perilous journey, escaping from the men who have taken our island home, (Island name) and turned it into their playground. The rough seas and danger are no place for a baby. We come from an island far south from here. Before we had the evil men come to our island, we had heard from others that made the journey of Berk. She was born 6 months ago, out on the open ocean. Please, take care of her, and if you are unable, find someone who will.

Thank you.

Suddenly the little girl started crying softly and whimpering, the wind biting at her cheeks, turning them rosy in color. Gobber picked her up out of the woven basket, and she sneezed, before cooing with a bright gummy smile up at him.

That's the moment he decided that... maybe he was ready to be a father. Just a little. Plus, Stoick had a little boy too! Sure, he was a year older, but at least you'd have kids your age around. He wouldn't really want Spitelout around you... but his kid was okay...

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Gobber was an excellent father, even if many might not think so at first glance. He was caring, patient, stern and although he didn't know much about your culture, he'd tried to keep you educated on what he could.

When merchants from your isle came to Berk, he went with you to buy clothing with you! Although to him and other Vikings thought it was showy and a bit... well... scandalous, no one said anything about it because at least you tried to connect with your roots while still being a Viking.

Being a little girl around the forge was scary, especially when there was dragon raids.

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You squealed and hid with Astrid and Ruffnut under your father's bed as Gobber chased.

"Cmon ya lot, ya gotta get back to your parents," he laughed. "Where are the boys?"

You giggled and ran away to find them, finding Hiccup first, he was hiding behind a post. You tapped his shoulder, and he laughed, going to Gobber.

Tuffnut and Fishlegs were hiding together and giggling, so they were the second easiest.

Finally, you found Snotlout, in your room, in your closet.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"My dad says you guys all gotta go."

He groaned but nodded, and you all went to the living room.

Everyone was leaving and Snotlout sort of shoved Hiccup.

"Be nice he's your c... cou... coo... how's that word go?" You stammered over your words, before Hiccup helped you out.

"Cousin?"

"Yeah! You're cousins gotta be nice!" You chided Snotlout.

He scoffed but gave you a small smile and nodded leaving your house.

It was hours later dark, when the bell that signaled the dragon trap had been triggered rang across the village. You woke up immediately, and looked out the window as your father got up heading to the forge connected to your house.

However, it wasn't long before your house was on fire. You hadn't noticed, too busy staring out the window to be paying attention.

Suddenly you heard your name being called and went to your bedroom door to run outside, but the second you touched the metal your hand burned. You jumped back with a scream, holding you hand, heat searing through it. You went to the window, and looked down, seeing your dad looking up.

You started to cry, getting scared, suddenly feeling the heat and smoke filling your room.

You look down, seeing them all telling you to slide down the roof. You saw the other kids, your friends, down there, except for Hiccup who was definitely locked up in his house.

Snotlout shouted something up at you, and you had to focus to hear him.

"I'll catch you! Promise!"

You took a deep breath, coughing from the smoke, and climbed out your window, sliding down the slanted roof till you were hanging off the side.

You felt the house creak under you, the roof falling to one side. You screamed, holding the siding tightly.

The flames licked at your fingers and you looked down. Oh what a drop it was for little 6 year old you. Below you was your dad and your friends telling you to let go. So you do, falling.

Gobber catches you, with his one arm, and you cry as he sets you down, making sure you're okay, before running back to help others. Your friends help you stand straight, but Snotlout is the one who checks your hands, and winces when he sees the burns.

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So, tonight, when the bell rang, you bolted out of bed and to the forge. After that first raid when you got trapped, the house had been rebuilt to be one singular floor.

While Gobber never let you make weapons(because you were rubbish at it), you helped hand out new ones and take theirs to the back for him, and you got to sharpen them!

But that was occasionally, because you did help out with the fire brigade a lot. But tonight, you had no chance to even get over there before a nadder spat fire in front of you, blocking your way. If you couldn't help with dousing of fires, then you could help with defending. You ran to the forge and began to help, handing out weapons and taking weapons to Gobber to sharpen.

Suddenly someone bolted in behind you, trying to wheel something out.

"What in the blazes are ya'- yer supposed to be home!" Gobber scolded, and you immediately knew he was talking to Hiccup.

You tuned out the conversation until you heard a swooshing sound and ducked. The weighted ropes used to trap dragons. You turned with a glare.

"That almost hit me you- ugh!" You groan, before turning to the literal mob of Vikings yelling and shoving at your window. "Would ya lot shut up! We'll get to you when we get to you there's only two... three of us and it takes time!"

You turned to Hiccup, and sighed, "Cmon. If you can't be out there, help in here."

You knew he just wanted to prove himself, not just to the village but to his dad. However, the middle of a dragon raid was not the time.

“Y’know, that invention is actually pretty cool… once you fix the calibration-“ you started, bringing back another sword for him to sharpen.

“The calibration issue I know… I-i just… I need to kill a dragon… I could help…” he mumbles.

You gave a soft smile and nudge his shoulder, “I’m sure that… Astrid could appreciate the ingenuity!”

He laughed and scoffed, “Yeah right…”

Finally the fire brigade showed up and you gave your dad a nod before rushing to help them, sliding over the counter and running to your friends who greeted you.

"Where have you been?" Ruff asked, handing you a bucket.

"Oh you know, dealing with that," you muttered nodding to the forge and mess of Vikings in front of it.

Astrid let out a laugh, rolling her eyes, "Even when he's good at something..."

You quickly and efficiently poured water on unburned houses, hoping to stop the spread at least. Ruff and Tuff helped you do this as the other three helped douse houses. Astrid was a quick thinker, and you cheered her on when she maneuvered the water carrying system so it would pour over a house.

"Yeah! Go Astrid!"

You watched Hiccup look at her with lovesick eyes and rolled your own.

You cheered, before climbing up onto the roof of a house, just as a a Nadder started to fly over shooting fire.

“Shit!”

You cursed and ran to the front of the house, jumping and holding to the decorative piece at the front of the house. The dragon flew off and you built momentum to throw yourself back up.

“Buckets! Water! Now!” You yelled down.

Snotlout was staring up, with the same lovesick look Hiccup had, but you didn’t catch it. You started to slide down the now extinguished roof top.

“Snotlout move-!”

He snapped out of it, and caught you before you fell. You sighed, but were thankful he had caught you instead of making you survive another… compromising position like last time.

“Thanks. Now put me down.”

Hiccup stayed behind, and your father ran out to help fight them off as well, telling Hiccup to stay put.

Yeah, he ALWAYS does that... not.

"Night fury!"

"Get down!"

You heard the whistle and ducked, hoping it wouldn't hit where you guys were. It didn't. You all continued to help put out fires and watched Hiccup's eyes light up.

You sighed, ignoring him and continuing to help.

It was only when you heard screaming and a monstrous nightmare came blazing that you knew you should have watched the shop when your dad ran out of it, you should've watched it damnit.

It would have been fine. His dad beat the literal hell out of it, it ran away, and that was the end of the raid...

Until the tower Hiccup was hiding behind fell over, causing them to loose the deadly nadder they had trapped. And houses to be destroyed.

You all gathered in the middle and you sighed as the lecture began. You felt bad for Hiccup, but at the same time, you knew this wouldn't have happened if he had just stayed put.

"Winter is coming and I have a whole village to feed," Stoick hissed.

"Between you and me, the village could use with a little less feeding if you know what I mean..." Hiccup sassed, giving the crowd, and you, a side eye.

You steamed with anger, going to step forward, until Ruff and Astrid gripped your arms.

"Leave him be... not worth it..."

"At least we're fed?" Ruff asked sarcastically. "We're literally so hot? In what world-"

You grumbled under your breath. There was a reason the group didn't like him that much. You did like him, he was one of your best friends, he was always around the forge, but sometimes he made comments without thinking.

As he passed everyone, with your dad leading him to his house, each one made some comment at him, and when he tried to apologize to you, you just, "Ah ah ah... I don't wanna hear it right now, you said what you said. Go home."

It was obvious Stoick was royally pissed.

Snotlout put his arms behind his head and said, "Well... my dad is super proud of me so..."

Just as Spitelout came up behind him, following after Stoick.

"O-oh hey dad-"

"Don't talk to me in public."

Snotlout tried to laugh it off, but you notice the small glint of sadness in his eyes. You sighed, walking over to him.

"We should start rebuilding I guess," you whispered, kicking a rock.

You knew that would at least take his mind off of it. He always loved to do things especially for you.

He nodded, excited to get to do something, to help. To be useful.

"And later maybe you'll finally-"

"Don't even dream about it."

——

The Trial of Flame.

Every young Viking's dream. To be top slayer, to be able to prove they had what it takes to be a Viking, a dragon slayer.

The morning of, the warriors, including the chief, had left. Meaning your dad got to train you all. Which meant waking up earlier than the rest of the island, to watch him silently make plans and chuckle darkly.

"Don't think 'cus yer my daughter I'll go easy on ya lass," he had said.

You laughed and looked up at him, "I wouldn't have it any other way old man..."

He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "No matter what happens... I'm... I'm proud of ya... yer a good kid... Go join the others… and keep that Jorgenson boy from staring too much yeah?"

You beamed up at him, now even more excited to prove yourself. The group of your peers was ahead and you ran off to them, scaring Snotlout. He retaliated by picking you up and holding you in the air, smirking up at you.

"Air jail."

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down this instant."

"...y-yes ma'am..."

——

You walked in, breathing in deeply as everyone marveled being in the arena. Snotlout stood next to you, and bumped his shoulder into yours as he said, “I can’t wait to get get some legendary war wounds!”

You giggled and shoved him back, “Oh but then you’ll tying your pretty face!”

“Y-you think I’m pretty? I-I… I mean… I’m not pretty! Only girls are pretty…”

Ruffnut stood on your other side, and talked about getting a scar across her face and you giggled, “Oh my gosh, Ruffnut Thorston, super sexy war goddess!”

"Call me boring but-"

"Boring!"

You shoved Snotlout's shoulder and glared, but not before sticking your tongue out at him.

"Easy there Island Princess," he teased, poking at your outfit.

It was one of the traditional outfits you'd gotten from a vendor. A long dark orange skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. Your dad had reinforced them himself. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts, the same color as the skirt. You knew that everyone said you couldn't fight dragons in it, where was the coverage?

Well if your lineage did it for years you could do it too. Plus, to keep from freezing you added some things. Such as wearing pants under the skirt that were a dark yellow in color, adding your fur lined boots. But the top remained un-altered, you soft stomach exposed, which again... danger???

Your responses were

1. This is just for training, it gets hot

2. Sheilds

3. This is just for training. In actual battle you would get armor.

4. You felt comfortable in this damnit.

5. If you were good enough, you wouldn't get hurt.

Snotlout was staring. Hard. At every single detail of your outfit, and how your skin glimmered in the sun, how your chest rose and fell with every breath, how your stretch marks looked like lightning bolts that painted the dark sky at night... Yes he was very distracted by you. But when was he not? He had been asking you out everyday for the past two years. You always rejected him, but he never gave up.

You had to hand it to him, he was very stubborn. It wasn't... that you didn't like him... it was quite the opposite.

But you had gotten used to other boys on Berk using you as a point of their bets and cruel jokes. And while you weren't that insecure little girl anymore, you would always have her in your mind.

When you heard Hiccup behind you, you turned in shock. As far as you had known, Stoick refused to let him do the training, thinking he wasn’t ready…

Astrid made a comment about his dad pulling strings, which made you look confused because... everyone just... signed their kid up for this. It's not like... it was exclusive. But anyway, you digress.

"No way... there's no way your dad let you do this!" You shouted, shock written all over your features. You were a bit excited to see what he could do though.

"Well, he did... now. Listen up," Gobber said.

You had watched so many of these trials before that you kind of blocked out what your father was saying, kind of listening when Fishlegs was giving information and he yelled at him, that was funny.

Blah blah blah... killing your first dragon...

Snotlout puts a finger up, and points at the other teen behind him, "Well uh... Hiccup already killed a night fury so does that disqualify him or...?"

You dad sighed about to reprimand him, when you grabbed his collar and pulled him close.

"For Thor's sake-"

"Okay okay okay! My bad..."

Ignoring everything your dad said, which side note, if you’re learning how to fight dragons, it might be a good idea to listen. Because after that you saw him head to one of the paddocks.

"Uh... hey big guy, aren't you gonna teach us something first?" Snotlout asked as the door was cranked open.

"I believe in learning on the job."

——

You made a flower crown quietly in one of the clearings on Berk. You often found yourself outside, wanting some quiet. The forge was always loud, the village even louder.

“Y/N?”

You turned at the small voice. It was Snotlout.

“Hi! You wanna sit with me?” You offered. The boy nodded and ran over, sitting right next to you.

You finished the flower crown and put it in his head. He blushed and looked down before mumbling, “Flowers are for girls…”

You pouted, “Nuh uh…”

He just shrugged. He was quiet. Too quiet. He wasn’t that much of a talker at 6, but you knew when something was wrong.

“… Is your dad…?” You mumbled.

He nodded, biting his lip, an obvious ploy to not cry. You knew it very well.

“You can cry it’s okay-“

“No it’s not! I can’t cry it makes me weak! H-he said real men don’t cry! A-and they don’t hang out with girls! Especially not you… t-that’s what he said! Yo-you’re my friend! I-I don’t like when he talks like that about you! He said I was stupid, a-and soft because I-I let you play with me…”

You bit your lip. Of course his father had said that, when did he not say something negative to his son? However, instead of comforting him with your words, you just leaned against him, holding his hand.

“You’re my best friend…”

“You’re mine too… d’you… wanna come play later?… He’s nice when you’re around… even if he doesn’t like you.”

———

After your father almost killed you all, you were panting and sweating. Of course Hiccup had messed up. Of course.

You couldn't blame him. He definitely was not a dragon killer. Hiccup was good at a lot of stuff. He was a genius, and came up with so many new plans for more efficient ways to use weapons… but a dragon killer? Not his strong suit.

You look down, disappointed you were fourth out, right after Snotlout. You should've known better. Studying dragons was not the same as being in active combat. You knew that, yet you failed to apply it.

Later, you were all eating dinner together. You sat next to Astrid, across from Snotlout as you ate. Hiccup joined you all late, just as you were saying what you did wrong. You waved him over, but he ignored you, sitting alone at another table.

"...I tripped..."

"That's not it."

You looked up at your dad confused. Yes it was? You watched Snotlout get blasted at, got worried because of course you were worried about that idiot, stopped watching where you were going, and tripped over the shield the twins had been fighting for and... oh.

"...I got distracted. "

He nodded and moved on, suddenly going over and unlocking the book. Your eyes widened and sparkled. You had obsessed over this book as a kid, and now it was something you could read with permission! You didn't have to wait for the older kids to leave the book out and read it!

"Why would I read words when I could just kill the things the words tell me about?" Snotlout asked.

"Maybe you should read a book about feelings. Cuz it seems like you're killing those without reading," Astrid joked.

He pouted and crossed his arms.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. For such a fierce viking warrior... he was cute. But you yawned, the day suddenly hitting you at once. The near death experience… air jail….

"Alright, I've already read it, I'm tired I'm gonna go to bed to be well rested for whatever the helheim my dad throws at us. He's not going easy just because I'm in the class... if anything he's going harder..." you excused yourself, walking out of the great hall.

Snotlout called out, and ran towards you, offering to walk you home. You nodded. Why not?

"I like you... you know that right? Like you're hot...and smart... and strong..." he said, the rain sprinkling around you both, the crunching of the dirt under your boots.

"Sure... not really interested," you said quietly.

He did this every day. Asked you in one way or another.

There was a silence as you kept walking, before noticing you were walking alone. You turned to see where Snotlout was, and he was just about two feet behind you.

"What are you-"

"Why don't you like me?"

The words were soft, but loud. And here's the thing: You did like him. But years of boys using you as a bet because of your size and because of where you were from made and how you were raised by Gobber of all people, you feel like you could never receive genuine affection from someone.

He's looking down and fidgeting.

"Snotlout... would you cry in front of me?" You ask, staring him down.

He stands up straighter, looks up with wide eyes. Part of him was screaming yes!! He would bleed himself dry for you!!

The other part was his father. Telling him that real men don't cry. Crying was a sign of weakness. Crying in front of anyone was not allowed. And crying for a girl, of all things, was stupid. And that he was stupid if he did that.

...

"No."

He answered finally, the simple one word answer was followed by thunder rumbling in the distance.

"...Well there's your answer. You're... just forget it... try again tomorrow," you whispered, continuing to walk away.

——

Second day of training. You walked into the arena to see wooden walls put all over the arena and groan.

No way, seriously??? A nadder? You guys just started why did he make you suffer?!

You hid behind a wall as the dragon was released. Hiccup was asking questions about a night fury, but you were trying to not get killed. Suddenly you heard someone hide besides you.

"Hey, so you want me to cry for you, is that it?" He asked, and you looked over with a face that he could read perfectly.

The "are you fucking serious??" Face.

"Snotlout! Not the time!" You yelled, going to another wall.

He followed, muttering an apology that made you sigh. You muttered all the facts you knew about the Deadly Nadder, everything you could remember. The twins were shouting about 'get your own blind spot'.

And then...

"I am hurt I am very much hurt!"

And that's when the dragon started to knock over walls. You ran, holding up your shield. You watched Snotlout push Astrid out of the way, saying "I'll take care of this!" As he swung his weapon.

That didn't last.

——

"You godsdamned idiot..." you huffed, cleaning up his wounds after.

He hissed, but only gripped the table, not complaining. One of the gashes was pretty big and you sighed.

"Gonna have to do stitches..." you whispered.

He just nodded. Accepting it. This was his punishment he was sure. Well, actually his punishment was your training outfits being your traditional wear... but that was neither here nor there.

"You can tell me if you need to stop..."

"Only babies wimp out... just do it."

You tried your hardest to stitch him up quickly... he grimaced, bracing himself by holding the table so hard his knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and you thought he'd draw blood.

When you finished, you tied off the string quickly, and rinsed it off with clean water and a solution Gothi had given you to clean wounds. He hissed, pulling his arm away with a quick jolt.

"Sorry... sorry," you apologized... then began to giggle.

"What's so funny? Huh?" He asked, a bit defensively.

"You... I mean you... barely even so much as flinched when I'm giving you stitches... but the ointment Gothi gave me is where your pain tolerance dips?" You smile, trying not to laugh at how flustered he looked.

"W-well... it's just.. I-i... ugh-"

——

You sat on one of the cliff sides, staring out to the open ocean before dark. Dragons, for the most part, just came out at night. Your dad had a curfew for 6 year old you, before the last third of the sun set into the ocean.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Snotlout standing there. His hair was in his face, and his too-big for him helmet covered his eyes a little.

You smiled brightly, motioning for him to sit next to you. So he did.

"I'm gonna be one of the best dragon slayers ever... just you watch..." he whispered, his helmet now in his lap.

You nodded, not doubting your friend.

"...y'know if I ever had to get married... I'd want it to be you," he said suddenly, looking at you.

You squealed with laughter, laying back, your head on his lap. It was silly how he at seven years old was saying things like that....

"You're silly... but that would be nice..."

——

Day three.

The arena was empty. Except for buckets filled with water. Your father told you all to take a bucket... and pair up.

"Um... there's an odd number of us?" Astrid said, already picking Ruff and grabbing your arm as well.

"Eh why not you three can all be together," he shrugged, getting up into the viewing area. Gas hissed as the door opened and all of a sudden the spark, flame... and smoke... oh the smoke.

You three stood back to back together, and you heard Fishlegs rambling about what the zippleback did before Hiccup hissed at him.

Suddenly you heard a loud, "There!"

And water got splashed on you,

You three went forward and scolded Tuff and Snotlout. Ruff splashed her water on her brother, Astrid doing the same out of anger.

"Maybe your butt's getting bigger," Tuff snorted, teasing his sister.

"N-not that there's anything wrong with-"

Astrid threw a punch, sending Snotlout to the ground, his water bucket spilling, and knocking into Tuffnut, whose bucket flew up and hit him in the face. Suddenly Tuff was dragged into the fog. You gasped, until he came running back screaming, "I'm hurt I'm hurt I am very much hurt!"

It made you giggle a little. But then that made you remember what was in the fog. The other girls left since their buckets were empty. And for the first time in a long time... you were terrified.

You thought you were alone until you heard Snotlout groan from the floor. He quickly got up, looking at you. Almost immediately he stood in front of you, looking around.

"Snotlout... go..." you whisper, your back to his.

"N-no! I... I'm not leaving you alone!" He hissed, looking around you through the smoke.

"You have no water bucket what are you gonna do genius?!"

Suddenly its tail swiped you, making you drop the bucket on yourself. It fell on your face and your nose made a sickening crack, making you yelp in pain.

"Alrighty, up you go," he said before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a test dummy.

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down you evil son of a-"

But as you were talking he let you out of the smoke where everyone else was. You kicked and struggled in his grip, attempting to get out. You could see more clearly and saw the dragon over Hiccup and Fishlegs, who threw water at the wrong head.

"Hiccup!!"

You heard your father yell as the scrawny brunette threw the water up... and it fell right back down. The dragon's heads grew closer until... they immediately backed up snarling. You watched slack-jawed as he was able to push the dragon back. Snotlout's arm that was holding up on his shoulder fell off you in shock, and you yelped as you fell off his shoulder and onto the hard rock floor of the arena.

"Ow!"

"Oh gods! I-i- um I-... totally meant to do that," he said, looking around, nervously.

You glared at him and stood up, looking at Hiccup before asking, "How did you do that?"

He shrugged and gave a lame excuse before running off.

The group followed.

——

The next few days, he dominated at dragon fighting, knocking them down barely even trying.

The group followed him into the woods, and Fishlegs asked how he downed a gronkle like that.

“I mean I do it all the time but how did you do it?” Snotlout interjected, pointing his mace at Hiccup.

“Probably cuz he’s not watching to see if Y/N’s hip chains break,” Tuffnut snorted.

He turned and glared at the blonde.

Later, Hiccup had come into the forge.

"You're doing great! Why'd you hide this from everyone?" You asked one day, sitting up on one of the wooden counters, watching as he tinkered at the forge.

He shrugged, giving you a grin, "I...I guess I just... didn't want to come off boastful?"

"Well... it great to see you happy and excited about something for once... seriously."

"Thanks... you know I was-"

"Y/N! There you are, come come come!" A voice yelled.

You looked over and watched Snotlout come over with a big goofy grin on his face before scrunching up his nose that Hiccup was here. You flicked his forehead.

"Be. Nice."

"...sorry... um... um the boats-!... boat? Is back! You going down to the docks?" He asked, looking extremely excited.

You shrugged, it's not like you had anyone waiting for you, and you had nothing else to do.

"I don't see why not..." you responded.

He smiled, and grabbed you hand, and you watched as his arms reached out again.

"Don't. Uh uh. No no no sir, you are not gonna pick me up again," you scolded.

He groaned, but you laughed and started running to the docks.

"Hey! No fair!" He called after you, laughing to himself.

"And uh... Hiccup?"

The scrawnier boy looked up at his brash cousin.

"Mind not trying to take my girl?"

Hiccup stifled a laugh as he looked up, "Your girl? Far as I'm aware... she's not anyone's. She's rejected you for like... two years."

Snotlout rolled his eyes and ran after you, catching up quickly.

At the docks you watched as the badly damaged ship started getting loaded off. Stoick walked off disappointed, but stopped to talk to your dad. You assumed about how well Hiccup was doing.

You watched as Snotlout went up to his dad, and said, "Hey dad! I missed you... in like... a super manly way y'know?"

Spitelout handed off a heavy bag of gods know what onto his shoulders. He carried it with a smile, nervously saying, "I have so much to tell you about the trial of flame..."

Spitelout, the devil he was, walked away without a word, disappearing into the crowd. Snotlout was confused for a bit, calling for him, but finally yelled, "I'll see you at home!"

Your heart broke. He looked so dejected, and you couldn't help it. You wondered if that’s how he looked secretly after every time you rejected him. You walked over and took a deep breath, swallowing your pride for him. Gods damnit, you were in too deep.

He looked nervous, but with that fake confidence you had grown to see. He was scared you had seen what happened, that you were going to ask him... but instead, you just gave a soft smile.

"D'you wanna spar with me? I-I mean... after my utter failure the other day... like who gets their sword knocked out of their hands by Tuff?" You giggled. "I mean... since you're so strong and talented I just thought-"

He beamed and laughed, "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... no need to flatter me... I knew you'd ask for help eventually. No one can resist-"

The things you did for love...

——

"Hey so-"

He dodges a swipe you made with your wooden sword (not wanting to hurt each other too badly), then parries it with his shield.

"About the other night-"

Another swipe, and he counter attacks. He was holding back and it was pissing you off. You knew he was a very talented fighter, and this? Was not his best.

"You want me to cry for you you said?"

You stopped and looked up panting. He took this opportunity, and tripped you, pinning you down the second you fell to the ground.

You groaned and shook your head as he held the wooden blade to your neck and told you to surrender. The second you got a bearing for your surroundings, you tried to flip him onto his back, but he held you down, pinning your wrists with one hand.

"Ah ah... surrender."

You groan and pout, "Fine fine... I surrender."

He smirked and got off you, helping you up.

"Atta girl..."

You blushed, looking away, trying to catch your breath. But your eyes were drawn back. He was panting, sweat drenched his face, his hair sticking to his forehead as he wiped it with his forearm, chest rising and falling, and then you remembered the way he looked when he had you pinned down-

Okay, so he was hot.

Really hot.

Damnit.

"You still gotta answer me... cry for you? Like... tears and... the water works and... I-I'm not good at this... just tell me what to do and I'll do it..." he started, sitting on the ground.

You sigh and sit in front of him, shaking your head.

"I don't mean it literally... I mean it... in... like would you let me see your true feelings? I don't want Snotlout, the loud, brash, arrogant, foolish Viking he pretends to be in front of everyone... I want the Snotlout behind all of that..." you explain. "The one who looks at me like he's drowning and doesn't know how to swim to shore... Not the one that flexes and runs away... but the one that stays even when he's scared."

He gulped, looking over with wide eyes, "Y-you... you really think... that of me?"

"Of course I do... try again tomorrow.”

He didn't confess again that night. Didn't even flirt at dinner. Just smiled and talked big game like always. You were scared you’d pushed him away…

——

Today was the day. The final day and a crowd was watching. To be honest, you knew it was between Hiccup and Astrid, but just to be there and prove you could keep up was enough.

The fight ended when Hiccup did... whatever he did, you couldn't quite see, and the gronkle fell over. Astrid was pissed.

Oh boy... she shoved him and cussed at him, you looked shocked at her words, as if you had never heard Astrid cuss like that before...

But Gobber pulled them apart as Stoick said Gothi had made a decision. You sigh happily, knowing damn well it wasn't you, and leaned onto Snotlout. He pushed you off. You were about to whisper menacingly at him, until you saw he wasn't looking at you. He was looking up... At his father. Snotlout gulped, looking nervously. He hid his hands behind his back and began to fidget. You noticed, and carefully, to avoid being seen, you grab one of his hands.

"The top slayer..."

Gothi points into the ring. Gobber points to Astrid with a smile, but Gothi shakes her head. You gasp. He then uses his hook to point at Hiccup. Gothi nods. The crowd erupts into cheers and you smile. You cheer and run over, ruffling his hair, as if he wasn’t older than you.

Even Snotlout was excited, but you could see him continuing to glance up at his dad.

——

Later that night you watched as your dad moved around the shop, sharpening weapons and all things of that sort.

"So... you and Spitelout's boy?" He asked suddenly.

"W-what? No... we're just... friends," you answered. And it was true. You were just friends...

"Ah, friends... y'know, I was a lad once and let me tell ya... he looks at ya like ya hung the moon in the sky... like you were sent by Freya herself... He's a good lad... even if he doesn't show it all the time..."

You blush and look away. This was too much to deal with, so you just yawned exaggerating it.

"Well... I-i better get to sleep... that was a lot... um... yeah and tomorrow is such... a-a big day..." you muttered, getting up.

"Yeah... of course. Rest up. I'll see ya in the mornin' lass."

"Goodnight, dad..."

——

When you say the whole village was buzzing with excitement, you mean it.

You picked out your finest clothes, deciding to go for your traditional wear... with a bit of a Norse twist.

It was still the same, a long skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts. You had sewn fur onto the sides of the skirt, along all the edges, and the top had Norse engravings you hand stitched into it. The chains were golden, created by your father. You added two black leather arm bands that were lined with fur. These you had also made yourself. This time, the set was a dark red, the fur hemming black. If you remembered correctly, it was the fur of an animal the trader had called a black bear? Whatever it was, it was soft. You add your boots and spin, giggling and happy.

You head to the forge and show off your outfit to your dad. Your hair was in its natural state, you merely styled it a little.

He smiles, surprised by the Norse twist to your clothing.

"Thats... new... you look nice... like your mother might've..."

"Thanks... I-... I'm not just from (Island of choice)... I'm from here. From Berk... my birth giver may have been from there... but you raised me... you're my dad... I'm as much Viking as I am island girl... I-i wanted to show that..." you explained, fidgeting with your rings.

He sniffled.

"Are you crying-"

"No th-the dust got in my eyes!"

You smile, and shake your head, going over and hugging him.

"Yeah... the dust."

——

You were heading to the arena when the others caught up with you.

"Woah! You look... so hot!" Ruff said, literally grabbing your shoulders and shaking you around.

You laughed and spun a little, showing off.

"Did you add that yourself? It looks great!" Fishlegs complimented, pointing at the stitches in Norse.

You nodded. They were so distracted they kept walking, and you giggled, turning, bumping into Snotlout.

"O-oh! Sorry!" You apologize, then see who you bumped into. "Nevermind not sorry."

You giggle, poking his shoulders.

He's just... staring. You looked like a goddess... a beautiful war goddess.

'Gods... snap out of it! You're staring!! A little more and you'll start drooling!'

"You look... wow... wow... just... I-... you look amazing," he whispers, out of breath.

You smile.

"You look good too... c'mon let's go! We don't wanna be late."

You quickly caught up with the others, and you all stood together. The whole village filled in, excited to see the chief's son, the screw up, now top slayer, kill his first dragon.

A monstrous nightmare. Stoker class. Attack 15. Speed 16. Armor 12. Firepower 15. Shot limit 10. Jaw strength 6. Stealth 9. Double clawed wings, snake like neck and tail... and a nasty habit of setting itself on fire.

The most feared dragon in the Viking world.

You shivered. Not from fear. You were actually cold, you had forgotten your furs in your room.

"You cold?" You heard Snotlout ask next to you.

You shook your head stubbornly, unwilling to admit your clothing choices were definitely style over functionality today. Functionality being stay warm.

He scoffed and unbuttoned the furs he had around him, and slipped them over your shoulders, buttoning it carefully, before muttering...

"Idiot..."

Oh that's how he wanted to play?? You whispered back...

"Muttonhead."

"Shorty."

"Prick."

"Okay, calm it princess. You're warm now."

He could feel his father's glare on him but he didn't turn to look.

The crowd cheered as Hiccup walked in. He picked a short dagger and shield. He gave a nod, and the door was opened.

Out came the dragon, lighting on flame. You watched as Hiccup dropped the weapon and shield and gasped. He walked closer, saying he needed to show us... the dragon calmed down for a bit...

"Stop the fight..."

You looked over at Stoick. The man was red in the face, angry. He slammed his hammer down, yelling again, "Stop the fight now!"

All of a sudden, the once calm dragon, grew enraged.

It lit on fire, crawling on the chain roof. You all tried to get Hiccup up and to safety, but the dragon had other ideas, snapping its jaws at him.

The dragon suddenly blew fire at the crowd, and you were quickly shielded by Snotlout. You heard a scream and couldn't tell it was yours until you stopped. You stood back up, looking to see what was happening. There was too much yelling for you to focus and then....

That whistle.

"Night fury!!"

"Get down!!"

You hid your face in Snotlout's chest, trying to keep an eye for what was happening in the arena, but too scared to see one of your friends laying dead down there.

The monstrous nightmare is locked back up, and the Vikings trap the night fury as Hiccup begs them not to. To leave him alone, that he won't hurt anyone. You watch closely, and your heart suddenly hurts... the dragon looks scared... so scared.

——

"Hey, you okay?" You rush forward, checking on Astrid. It's later that same night, and she just came back with Hiccup. You had been so worried you hadn't even changed, only giving Snotlout his furs back.

All the adults had left Berk. Leaving only you guys on the island. They had a dragon to lead them to the nest. They said this ended now.

"I'm okay... gather everyone. Hiccup is going to show us something."

You nodded with a smirk, running off to round up your friends.

——

Hiccup leads you all into the arena, and Snotlout is yelling, what else is new?

"You just disgraced yourself in front of the whole village... why would we listen to you?!" He asks.

"Valid point, valid point... but you're gonna listen to him because I said so got it?" you glare, a hand on your hip, pointing at him.

'Ohhhkay... hot...'

"He's so gone..." Tuffnut whispers.

"So gone..." Ruff answers back.

"Y-yeah! Yeah exactly-... u-uh pay attention gang..."

You giggle, and follow Hiccup, watching as he takes Astrid's hand, going to open the deadly nadder paddock.

"W-what in Odin's missing eye do you think you're doing?! I said we would listen but this-" you start, backing up, your back pressing into Snotlout's chest.

"Y/N please... trust me," Hiccup begs, looking at you with those pleading eyes and you groan. He's been doing that since you were kids.

He just also knows that without you, Snotlout would be the next to leave... the twins were closer to both of you than to him or Astrid... which would leave Fishlegs. He needed you to stay.

"...fine. Just promise we won't get hurt?" You ask. He nods.

——

You watched with joy as Snotlout, while nervous, still lay his hand on the monstrous nightmare's snout. The dragon immediately made a low grumbling noise, and you smile.

He laughs softly, petting its snout. Then he notices. That was all the pens. There was only four dragons. The twins rode together... Hiccup was going to ride with Astrid...

"Hey uh... what about Y/N?" He asked, turning to face you.

You fidgeted with your skirt, looking at Hiccup, who spoke without thinking.

"What about her?"

You sighed, face palming.

"You needed her because you knew I would've left if she wasn't here. So yeah. What about her?" He defended.

You walked closer to Snotlout and his new dragon. You had never looked at a dragon up close like this before... not one that was alive... you carefully reached your hand out and placed it on its snout... it made a purring noise. You began to giggle, gently petting the dragon.

"Oh you're so handsome... so cute... oh... you're... so... wow," you giggled, giddy to see the creature up close.

Dragons had always scared you... until now... he was amazing...

"Well uh, she can ride with you Snotlout."

——

Trusting Snotlout to guide a dragon was... a chore for sure. It was scary at first... but you all got the hang of it.

You held onto Snotlout tightly, until you grew to trust that the dragon would not drop you. Even though where you were going was so incredibly dangerous... you felt peace as you flew.

You put your arms out to your sides, touching the clouds. Smiling, you gently pet the side of the dragon, and he grumbled softly. Snotlout was nervous, but he looked genuinely happy, holding the reins. You loved that he looked happy. Truly happy.

When you got to the island, you saw the biggest dragon you had ever seen in your life.

"Hiccup?! What the fuck is that?!" You called out.

The dragon pulled back a bit, making you squeak, holding onto Snotlout.

"That is their queen! You gotta help them not listen to her!" Hiccup called.

You nodded as Astrid told the twins to make it mad, and told you, Snotlout, and Fishlegs to find its blind spot and distract it.

"Alright let's see..." you muttered, as Snotlout steered the dragon, going in close.

"God this thing smells like death..." Snotlout complained.

Suddenly eyes opened... multiple eyes.

"Guys... this thing doesn't have a blind spot!" Fishlegs called out in a panic.

"Noise!"

You grabbed the reins as Snotlout banged his hammer onto his shield.

"This is just confusing our own dragons!" Fishlegs yelled.

The queen roared and your dragon took off, Snotlout falling off onto the Red Death. You had the luck of holding onto the reins, and yelled when he fell.

"Snotlout!"

You watched as he landed with a thud, almost falling off.

You soothed his dragon and guided him back around, just in time to see Snotlout driving a hammer into the dragon queen's eye and taunting her.

You let out a high pitched war cry, not a Viking one, that drew attention to you from bellow, before shouting encouraging Snotlout.

"That's my Viking warrior! Hell yeah! Woo!"

——

"Is that my kid...?"

The parents looked up noticing that their kids were riding dragons.

"Did your lass just-"

"Claim yer boy? Yeah. This has been a thing where have you been?"

"He doesn't get claimed he-"

"Oh give it up..."

——

You laughed, petting the dragon before you leaned down and whispered, "I'm so sorry... for everything..."

You heard him give an affectionate growl back, and slowly stood up on the dragon's back, still holding the reins. Oh yeah, this would work.

"Get Snotlout out of there! Hiccup's got Toothless!" Astrid called out to the twins.

"But I-" you started to protest.

"No, you distract her while they do that. Trust me," Astrid said.

You sighed and nodded, leading the dragon into her eyesight.

"Alright, ready boy?" You said, petting him.

You called out the queen, getting her attention. She opened her mouth and you smirked, falling off the dragon. You watched the ground come closer and closer, but took a deep breath, trusting him.

Sure enough, you watched him dive beside you with a curious coo. You laughed, grabbing the reins and pulling yourself onto him again, sitting, holding on. You pulled up, and led him, the queen shooting fire after you.

Suddenly, you saw Hiccup fly by, and knew your job was done. You landed, and laughed, pressing your forehead to Snotlout's dragon's muzzle.

"Thank you..."

Your father came up hobbling up to you.

"Y/N (M/N) (L/N)!"

Oh shit. You were in trouble. Your full name? You looked up and bit your lip, looking ashamed.

"Never in all my years..."

"Have I seen something so stupid... so reckless... so totally irresponsible... and so brave. Ye may not be from Berk... but ya got a Viking spirit in ya lass. I'm glad you're safe," he said, pulling yourself onto into a hug.

You hug him back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Snotlout and his dad. Spitelout has a hand on his shoulder. He nods.

On one hand, you were happy for Snotlout... but... why was he only proud of him when it was too late? He could've died... and he wouldn't have gotten that validation.

You turned to watch as blue shots and fire were seen up in the clouds. You were scared. There was no noise except the flutter of wings and the charging up of the shots...

Until finally... the Red Death fell from the sky. She was going straight down. And you watched as Hiccup and Toothless followed in suit.

——

When the dust... sort of settled, ash filling the air, you all went in to find Hiccup. You all watched him fall, so he had to be in here. Somewhere.

You were walking with Snotlout and the others when you found Toothless curled up on himself. You started to tear up, and looked up at Snotlout, who was trying to look brave, despite the glossy tears building up, but... even through all their petty fighting... Hiccup was his cousin.

You sniffled and shook your head, and saw Spitelout try and put a hand on his shoulder, when Snotlout was nudged by a dragon's snout... his dragon.

He put his arm over him, and you sniffled, leaning against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

Toothless opened up his wing to reveal Hiccup's body and you gasped, tears streaming freely down your face this time...

Until Stoick yelled that he was alive. You cheered and hugged Snotlout, drying your tears. You ran up, and hugged your dad, who laughed and ruffled your hair.

——

It was a busy few days while Hiccup rested, rebuilding Berk and helping people train their dragons. So busy you hadn't had time to really talk to Snotlout outside of helping and occasionally riding with him.

You were standing with your father outside the Chief's house when the door opened. You saw Snotlout rise on his dragon, just to scare Hiccup. When he actually walked out and saw that there was nothing to fear, he smiled. He was beaming.

You watched as Astrid punched him in the shoulder, then kissed him. Then you ran over, and punched his other shoulder.

"Ow! Why is it always violence with you two?!"

"You idiot I thought you died!" You yelled, crossing your arms.

Before you dropped the act and hugged him. He was one of your best friends, he scared you.

"I'm glad you're okay...."

——

"So... um did you name him yet?" You asked.

It was late afternoon, and you were sitting on one of the cliffs with Snotlout, his dragon laying behind you two.

"Yeah... Hookfang. I think it suits him," he mumbled, petting his snout. "My dad doesn't really... like him that much... won't let him inside... or let me build somewhere for him to stay... but I'm gonna anyway..."

"Oh who gives a damn what your father thinks... he's not the brave Viking who got all up in the Red Death's eye, or the one who trained a monstrous nightmare... so I think his opinion is mute," you scoffed, softly petting Hookfang.

Snotlout stared, lovesick. You thought so highly of him even through his cocky and brash attitude... how could anyone not just fall for you?

"Oh you're so cute... I love you s'much you know that? Oh who's a good boy?" You cooed, scratching under the dragon's chin, making him growl lovingly.

Your hand accidentally brushed against Snotlout's and you pulled away, blushing.

Then you remembered what Astrid did today. And damnit, you were brave too! You swallowed the nerves you had growing, and tried to soothe the butterflies in your stomach. You took a deep breath. You had to do this.

"Hey um... remember when I told you you should try again tomorrow?" You asked.

He looked up with a soft blush, nodding. Of course he remembered it. He hadn't stopped thinking about it. The way you described him... it played over and over in his head.

"Well now is tomorrow... if you still-"

"Yes! I-I... yes... I want... that... all of that... you... I like you, Y/N. Will you please-" he started.

You smirked and shoved his shoulder playfully, repeating what you heard Astrid say.

"That... is for scaring me when you fell off..."

"H-hey that's not my- mmmph-"

You pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. One of his hands went to your waist where he pulled you in closer, and the other went up to cup your face. You smiled into the kiss, one hand on his shoulder, the other knocking his helmet off as your fingers threaded into his hair.

He pulled away and laughed, cheeks red. You didn't look any better, with kiss bitten lips.

"... and that's for making me love you."

"Y-you know you're gonna have to kiss me more often now... r-right?"

"Wanna start right now?"

Hookfang blew a ring of smoke around both of you, making you giggle.

"Hey cmon man... I finally got the girl Hookie! And you love Y/N! ... not more than me but-"

A small flame was sent his way.

"Ow! Hookfang!"

You laugh loudly, giving Snotlout a quick peck on the cheek, and Hookfang soft pets.

"There there my big babies... I have enough attention to go around...."

"But I get more cuz I'm your boyfriend, right?"

Flame.

"Ow! Hookfang! For Thor's sake-"

You smiled. Even wider than before as Snotlout started to play wrestle with his dragon. It was chaos... it was stupid... but it was him. And it was home.

[sadgayeddie]

(i actually didn't read more than that so thanks for the tl:dr i can't imagine anything more important was said)

anyway. buddie is 100% a valid ship. who cares if they're not canon (yet)? fandom is for having fun (like buck said!!!). they are all characters. not real. none of them exists in real life. we can do whatever we want to them. no one can decide what's right or wrong or the correct thing to ship. that's like, the point of fandom and especially tumblr. and we have no idea where canon will take us until the show is literally finished.

buck and eddie have been paired together since the day they met. they have a whole ass backstory that parallells to the other ROMANTIC relationships on the show. more so than the friendships. and wow, you really are some advocates for strong male friendships all of a sudden, like we need more of them? we have multiple of them in the show already. even between queer and straight characters. what we need more of is actually canonically queer people and couples. we can never have enough of that.

well back to the point. no one cares if your ship is canon. they even broke up. dated for like 15 minutes (of screentime......?). did you care this much about bucktaylor and buckabby too? (or have you only watched the eps tommy are in bc that would make sense...) because both of them are equally as valid as bucktommy but we don't hear you defending them this hard. one could even say one of them meant more to buck than tommy ever did. GASP WHAT DID SHE SAY. anyway, what tommy did was to open buck's eyes to something different. totally valid and we appreciate that. no one is taking that from you. arguably, i would say abby did the same thing.

and then you go on to say "one is canonically straight" which is the funniest argument i've ever heard. as if him saying that means it's set in stone. why would they even bring it up if not to touch it later? guess who thought he was straight up until a year ago? even if he never said "i'm straight" out loud, we know he thought he was. how many of you headcanoned him as bi before that? hm. interesting.

anyway. we literally don't care that you think buddie is a less valid ship because they're not canon. we're having so much fun. sorry you can't seem to understand that. you ship buck and tommy if you want and you let us ship buck and eddie. or both! or neither! it's really not harder than that. they're literally equally valid, just as people shipping ANYONE else in this show.

also... when buddie finally goes canon, what are you gonna do since apparently can only ship canon ships? :/

tl:dr

buddie is a valid ship. we're having fun. let us exist at the same time. none of us know what's gonna happen until it happens. all interpretations are valid. and you and i block whoever we want to block for our own peace and quiet if we see something we don't like. it's as easy as that.

[shadamypositivity]

a negative post under the cut (not from me, I'm just commentating on it)

(See OG post below.)

due to the nature of my blog normally I wouldn't even bring this up but a) I'm bored while IT is working on my computer (AGAIN) and b) i like a good discussion.

I'm gonna skip over the obvious fallacies of shadamy being a fake ship (bc what does that mean, I have no idea) and that SEGA never acknowledges it (they clearly have) or markets Shadamy (if the Shadamy Sakura series and them being marketed together didn't clue them in, then they are willingly ignorant abt it lol)

I did want to discuss the Amy Rose Minnie Mouse aspect and her "purpose of the franchise" bc i actually have a lot of thoughts to this! And before I go one, it should go without saying but I do love SonAmy, it's very cute and they're characters who can have good chemistry and deserve good things! Anyway, here's my thoughts.

Amy being created to be Sonic's Minnie Mouse as far as I had read it was pressure from the company to make Sonic more marketable (i.e. adding girl character, hero saves damsel quests etc). What i love about how they went about it was flipping the script, especially for the era, it was more commonplace for damsel characters to be the sweet, love interest (Minnie, princess peach, princess daphne) that the hero pursues as a goal to complete as well as a reward for his efforts.

Sonic being adverse to Amy's advances, who is supposedly created to be the love interest, is unique and adds to his personality which was a really good move imo. it added to the edge that Sonic kind of gives as a protagonist, his sass, his impatience, his cock sure nature while also being altruistic and loyal of course, but him viewing Amy as a friend that he occasionally has to rescue and bear the affections of is objectively silly and fun.

Now, pertaining to Amy's purpose of the franchise being Sonic's endgame love interest, I do take a lot more issue with. Not only does it invalidate Amy's space in this franchise, making her no more than a romantic reward for the ending of Sonic's hero's quest (because, if SEGA thinks Sonic won't "slow down" for Amy now, it implies he will have to undergo some sort of change or, less noble, when he seems himself ready to reciprocate Amy's feelings on his terms, irregardless of how long he makes Amy wait for him) but it also ironically makes Sonamy make less sense canonically.

Like, if Amy is only meant to work as Sonic's female, romantic counterpart, why does SEGA not let it happen canonically? Because it's not a ship war thing honestly, most of the GP already assumes they are and there's plenty of valentines merch to suggest otherwise, so...why not just do it? probably because it doesn't make sense for Sonic's character and I don't just mean for SonAmy, honestly, I mean it for any and all Sonic ships. It isn't that Sonic doesn't love or wouldn't have romantic feelings, it's that I think he doesn't allow himself those attachments. Friends are everything in this world and I've always loved this franchise for showcasing an array of lovely strong friendships, but the difference in friends and significant others is that there's compromise, there's balance, there's giving up things, there's building a home and a family and doing things as 2 as opposed to only needing to worry about yourself. friendships are no less of a love than romance but there's also a lot more grace in friendships when it comes to responsibilities and emotional compromises. I'm getting into the weeds a bit here but what I mean to say is that Sonics character doesn't make sense for a romantic partner, free like the wind and on an eternal hero's journey. It has also never appeared to be a want of his to be able to have these things (but im willing to be proven otherwise) Maybe down the road it would, but that's not fair to Amy or any other partner for that matter. Amy's whole world doesn't need to revolve around waiting for her hero to be ready to accept her, especially to a character so full and rich in love and affections to give.

It doesn't escape me that one of Amy's most defining and strongest showing was because of Shadow. This is kind of where I can get extremely biased and go on and on about how great a story arc would be for Shadamy to become endgame. Briefly, Sonamy being canon kind of takes away from Sonic's character, while Shadamy enriches. Amy who obsesses and does everything for the attention of her first love finding her own purpose and making her world bigger by being her own hero which was the case for her finding her courage after feeling useless by helping Shadow to remember his promise just by being herself. Shadow who is jaded and hurt and isolated from friends and the world he now lives in finding love and affection and strength in those things because of Amy Rose's big heart. Idk, it's all very poetic to me.

So in conclusion, Sonamy and Shadamy good, but writing wise, Shadamy has a lot more going for it. One of my irl friends who watches sonic things over my shoulder has always taken issue with Sonamy being the canon default bc of her pursuing and Sonics pushing away. When I introduced her to the idea of Shadamy she hoped on with more enthusiasm haha probably bc it was around the mosth era and that was a pretty good showing for them haha. anyway. these are my humble thoughts. I'm not all knowing of this franchise or think myself correct in every way but idk. I don't think its fair to rule out character shipping just bc it wasn't the original intention. that happens all the time with things after all (RIP canon zutara) so maybe op can take a chill pill 😅

[necrotic-nephilim]

au - tim sneaking out of jason's room one night at the manor and accidentally locking eyes with dick who is sneaking out of bruce's room at the exact same time, breakfast is very awkward the next morning

(i did think of having it be jason instead of tim but honestly jason has 0 shame and even less issue outing himself if it means fucking with bruce and, to a lesser extent, dick)

i'm cackling I love these types of things so much. they're so silly. sometimes we deserve mindless crack for these ships. have a *very* low effort ficlet bc this just makes me snort, enjoy <3

Dick closed Bruce's door as quietly as he could. Usually, he didn't have to sneak around when he slept with Bruce. But the temporary room Bruce had given Jason in the manor was just down the hall, and Dick didn't feel like looking Jason in the eye if he walked out of Bruce's bedroom in the morning at the wrong time.

Just because he was pretty sure Jason knew, didn't mean he needed confirmation and confrontation.

Dick had almost caved to staying in bed with Bruce when Bruce tried to pull him back down, but he kept some level of wits about him, prying Bruce's arm off of him and giving him a final kiss on the cheek before heading for the door.

The one thing Dick did allow himself, though, was wearing one of Bruce's shirts instead of his own. It was a size too large on him but smelled safe and comforting. Dick breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the door latched silently. He let go of the handle, turning around to creep off to his own bedroom in another wing.

And found himself staring at another figure.

With all of the lights off and only faint moonlight streaming through the windows, Dick couldn't tell who it was, at first. His reaction was embarrassing no matter who it was, jumping nearly a foot backward and clutching a hand over his chest.

He was a goddamn vigilante. This was just embarrassing.

The other person wasn't nearly as shocked as Dick, but they stood perfectly still, staring with wide eyes that faintly reflected what little light illuminated their face. Dick squinted, leaning forward to see who it was.

"Tim?" Dick hissed, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. Bruce had fallen asleep and if Dick woke him up now, he was never going to get the stubborn bastard back to bed.

Tim, still looking like a deer in headlights, just blinked at Dick.

"What are you doing up this late?" Dick asked. They'd all agreed to take tonight's patrol off, letting Babs, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda handle it in exchange for tackling the massive human trafficking ring in the morning with fresh eyes and cleared heads. The job was the only thing that had gotten Jason to agree to work with them in the first place. Bruce barely managed to strong-arm Jason into sleeping in the manor, with a decent amount of guilting from Alfred.

Jason, who was in the room only a few feet away from Dick. The room that Tim's hand was resting on the doorknob of.

"That's Jason's room," Dick said slowly.

Tim just nodded. "I know." He wasn't whispering like Dick was, but his tone remained impossible to read.

He just saw Dick walk out of Bruce's room. Had he put it together? It was Tim, after all. if he hadn't yet, Dick assumed he only had a couple minutes before it dawned on Tim.

"What were you doing in Jason's room?" Dick frowned. If he focused on Tim, it could keep the focus off of him for as long as possible. Dick tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

Tim's expression was hard to make out in the dark. "We were talking about the case." Still, his tone remained entirely neutral.

Too neutral, for Tim.

"At two am?"

"Well, what were you doing?" Tim huffed slightly when he said it, folding his arms over his chest.

He was shirtless, Dick just realized.

Shirtless and coming out of Jason's room.

"I was-" Dick stumbled over his words, choking as he tried to come up with an alibi. "We were talking about the-"

"I already used that excuse, pick your own," Tim deadpanned. Dick was pretty sure he also rolled his eyes. "I've known about you and Bruce for years, you know. You don't have to pretend."

The noise that came out of Dick's throat was almost as mortifying as the realization that not only did Jason likely know, but so did Tim.

"It... okay it has not been years," Dick's face was hot and he was glad it was too dark for Tim to see his blush. "I mean- it's been a while but not years-"

"Whatever you say." Tim shrugged, sounding unconvinced. "There have been feelings between you two for years, close enough for me."

If Dick died, right here, in this hallway in front of Bruce's door, he hoped the cause of death would be put down as homicide instead of natural causes. Because every word from Tim's mouth made another piece of Dick die inside, just a little.

"It's none of your business either way." Dick tried to stand up straight to sound more in control of the situation, clearing his throat.

"Trust me, I don't want it to be my business."

Dick would've laughed, if this was happening to anyone but him.

"What about... you and Jason?" Dick asked carefully.

Tim shifted on his feet. "What about it? I told you, we were talking about the case."

"Right." It was Dick's turn to roll his eyes. "In his bedroom, at two am, without your shirt?"

Tim stared at Dick for a long, torturous moment. A moment that made Dick agree with Tim, about not wanting to know any sordid details.

"I'm going to bed," Tim said suddenly, turning away from Dick. "Goodnight."

Dick had a thousand more questions he wanted to ask. How Tim and Jason even got together, when it happened. Last Dick knew, they could barely stand to be in the same room.

But Tim was walking away at an alarmingly brisk pace and Dick just sighed. He was too tired and mortified about his own secrets to chase Tim down for an impromptu interrogation that would just end up embarrassing them both more.

Maybe it was best for Dick's sanity if he didn't know the specifics.

Dick didn't consider how awkward it would be until he was standing in the kitchen, staring at Jason bent over a cup of coffee.

Did Jason know Dick knew? It didn't seem like he did, but he had always had a good poker face.

When Tim ambled into the kitchen and grabbed overnight oats from the fridge, he didn't even look at Dick. He seemed to be pointedly avoiding it, sitting as far away from Dick as he could at the oversized dining room table.

All while Dick couldn't seem to stop staring.

"Your cereal is going to get soggy," Jason muttered, and it took Dick a moment to realize Jason was talking to him. "At least eat it before trying to explode my head with your mind, or whatever your staring problem is."

"I'm not-" Dick stuttered. he shut himself up with a mouthful of cereal when Cass gave him an odd look.

Would she be able to figure it out just from his body language?

Dick had never fully understood the lengths her ability to read people could go. he looked away from her and stared at a random spot on the table, trying to eat at a normal pace.

Bruce was the last to wander into the kitchen. He squeezed Dick's shoulder as he walked by, making Dick jump. It was an innocent enough touch that no one would question, but all Dick could think about was the brief look from Tim before he quickly averted his eyes again.

The silence around the table was going to eat Dick alive. He started eating cereal faster.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Jason broke the tension, throwing his head back and slamming an empty mug down onto the table. "Everyone knows you two are fucking, alright?" He gestured between Dick and Bruce. "Stop being so goddamn weird about it, you're acting like there's a bomb in the room."

Bruce choked on his coffee. "Jason." He tried to sound reprimanding, but his voice was a few octaves too high.

Dick threw his hands in the air. "I knew you knew about that, but I didn't know about you and Tim until last night so excuse me for feeling a little awkward."

"You didn't know about what?" Bruce nearly yelled, spinning around to face Jason.

"Damnit, Dick!" Tim groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Jason just scoffed, pointing a fork at Bruce. "Oh don't even give me that self-righteous bullshit-"

Their argument went back and forth while Tim just rubbed his temples, muttering to himself and glaring at Dick.

Worst of all, Dick was pretty sure Cass was giggling next to him under her covered mouth.

Dick just sighed and ducked his head, dutifully waiting for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

So much for his breakfast.

[peachhcs]

Ooooh what abt like will going to luke for advice for literally anything, like whether that’s help w samy, going to the nhl or literally just being a teen boy haha

UGH yes yes i feel like i never write about luke and will's relationship after just talking about how close they were as kids (and still are) maybe will goes to luke before he leaves for his freshman year at bc and wants to know what it will be like playing at a collegiate level + still balancing school, life, and sports

au masterlist

as july bled into august, the faster summer was coming to an end and the closer the start of college was. laying out in the sun was traded for packing belongings into boxes and houses going out on the market since the boys' time in plymouth was nearly over. it was a such a sentimental chapter to put a close on and as much as neither of the boys wanted to admit it, they really didn't want to leave after the great two years they had.

will and samy were bouncing between each other's houses almost everyday as they helped one another pack. today, will was at the hughes' house trying to help samy sort which clothes she should take to college and which ones were staying behind. granted, she wasn't even going to be that far if she did wanna come back and get things, but will was helping nonetheless.

they decided to take a break for now and will found himself wandering into the kitchen while samy started tackling a different area of her room. luke was leaned up against the counter looking at something on his phone. he, too, was also getting some last minute things together to officially move out to new jersey with jack and start his rookie season. ellen and jim were almost officially going to be empty nesters.

"hey moose," will acknowledged the older boy.

luke looked up, smiling, "hey willie. how's the packing going?"

the childhood nicknames never got old.

"i think she's making progress. you know how samy gets with packing," the two boys shared a laugh. samy was very particular about the way she packed things and everything always needed a label.

"how's your packing going? mom's told me the whole house is almost empty," luke stuffed his phone away for now to give his full attention to will.

"yeah, pretty much. leno and i got almost all of our stuff shipped back out to boston. it's just a few small things we're driving back with us," the blonde nodded.

"shit, i can't believe those two years flew by," it felt like yesterday that will was starting dev and luke was just finishing. now will was the one starting college and luke was already done with it.

"yeah, tell me about it. feels like i lived lifetimes."

"nervous at all? excited?" there was something nostalgic and somewhat bittersweet as luke and will stood in the kitchen catching up.

not that their dynamic ever became strained, but it definitely shifted when samy and will got together. luke always used to be will's go-to. when they were kids all will wanted to do was hang around him, jack, and quinn. they were best friends and samy was never in the picture. the middle hughes didn't exactly know when things changed, but it felt like he blinked and suddenly samy was everywhere will was, or will was everywhere samy was. the luke-will duo slowly shifted into the samy-will duo. samy started becoming will's best friend and the person he went to first. now, luke loved seeing his sister so happy and it wasn't jealousy he felt, but maybe somewhat selfishness that he wanted it to be the luke-will duo again.

"maybe both? nervous to play at a higher level, but excited to be back in boston?" will shrugged.

"hey, i get it, but don't sweat it too much. you're gonna do great. i mean, you had the highest stats of any player this past season. boston wanted you for a reason," luke nudged the younger boy's arm which made him smile.

"thanks, moose. any advice or things i should know?"

"go to class or else your coach will be on your ass about it. just..be smart, you know? don't forget to have fun in between all of the seriousness. you only get to go to college once and i already miss it," it wasn't even four months ago that luke finished his time at umich, but he wished so badly that he could go back and do it all over again and soak it up more.

will nodded, appreciating luke's advice. the blonde's gaze drifted towards the stairs where samy was probably up in her room immersing herself in another packing project. luke watched his friends' eyes and he could see the amount of adoration will had for samy. as much as he hated to admit it, their relationship was cute and he'd never seen both of them so happy before.

"you know she's gonna be in good hands, right?" luke said which brought will's attention back to him. the younger boy's cheeks flushed.

"i know. i just..i hate that we didn't really get a lot of time together before college. like..our whole relationship is gonna be long distance until one of us moves closer to the other again," will frowned a bit.

"it sucks, but i don't think i've ever seen you more whipped for someone nor have i seen my sister like someone as much as she likes you. i know you guys are gonna make it work," luke's words brought another smile to the hockey player's lips.

"is it that obvious?" they laughed again.

"yes, actually it is. it was obvious since you two were like 15," that made a deep blush spread up and across will's neck and cheeks.

the sounds of footsteps could be heard on the stairs and it was like they summoned her by talking about her. samy came into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her brother and boyfriend together.

"speak of the devil," luke teased and pinched her elbow as she walked by.

"aw, were you talking about me?" samy grinned.

"yeah, we were saying how much you annoy us," luke continued.

"we weren't," will quickly cut in when samy pretended to act offended.

"i told you. whipped," luke smirked in the boy's direction.

"hey, leave him alone," samy scoffed.

"maybe i can convince jack to let you guys come and stay in jersey for a weekend," the subject shifted and the other two quickly nodded.

"i'd love to come see you guys. i'll already be making trips out to boston," samy pinched will's cheek and he flushed under her touch.

"make a pit stop in jersey while you're at it." the three grinned.

luke let the couple be for now considering he had his own packing he needed to finish. it was hard to believe that those two that would always be little siblings in his eyes weren't so little anymore. he knew samy would be taken care of because if anyone was going to date his little sister, he was glad it was will.

[angelbyheart8]

so i don't think gwuncan only fell off in all stars. i may be biased bc i hate that ship with a burning passion but even in world tour it never felt authentic to me, not on duncan's part. for one, he said "that there is why i like you" to gwen after she was talking about taking things nice and easy. not only did it feel like he was putting her in opposition to courtney (with whom things were never nice and easy), but let's not forget that he straight up said "i LOVE that woman" about courtney (she never heard it but yk, that's another topic for another post perhaps).

also, he ALWAYS tried to downplay his feelings for courtney. this was part of their dynamic, of course, but it also is a pattern of behavior for duncan: acting like he cares less than he really does. but suddenly he gets with gwen and world tour and he's like...so show-off-y? he's basically rubbing it in everyone's faces. in s1 he tried to hide the carving he made on the back of courtney's wooden head but in s3 he's caring gwen's face on a plane seat RIGHT IN FRONT OF OWEN. i'm not saying everyone who likes to show off their partner is lying about their feelings, but in duncan's case it feels inauthentic because. that doesn't seem to be his thing. and it's like he's putting on this whole performance to prove to the world and himself that courtney didn't make him soft.

oh, and let's not mention how he didn't even care that his whole plan with alejandro would give gwen the wrong idea. this man was faking a whole sobbing session for his ex IN FRONT OF HIS CURRENT GIRLFRIEND. dude knew she was there, seeing the whole thing and still didn't even bother with clearing it up, not even shortly before the amazons' elimination ceremony.

i also saw multiple instance of him just casually standing next to courtney after gwen was eliminated. standing next to your ex that you're supposed to hate after you just broke up because you cheated and went to date someone else? yeah you're not convincing me duncan.

so yeah, i don't really think duncan ever liked gwen all that much. i think he used her to get back at courtney for her behavior in s2 (i love her but i understand why he'd want revenge here. definitely shouldn't have cheated though.)

[nqueso-lies]

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tbh there's also something a loooot of ppl need to learn calling "setting realistic expectations." i personally wouldn't want eddie back without an on-screen conversation between him and CHRIS about what CHRIS wants, otherwise his entire plot in texas would feel kinda moot with a throwaway "yeah chris is fine with coming back to LA :)" since this plot was big enough for eddie to drop everything to go finally make things right with his son. i didn't expect for him to show up for the two-parter. meanwhile, everyone i saw who was momentarily disappointed bc no tommy was like "ah well, we know we're almost definitely getting him next episode bc of leaks" and went on to enjoy the episode as a whole

its genuinely fine to go "aw no eddie? :(" its Not fine to review bomb an episode and repeatedly bitch about the director not putting ur favorite man in the episode when it makes 0 sense for him to come back so quickly and without showing us that he IS still working on being a better dad to chris. hell, go write fanfic about it where eddie IS back instead of review bombing!!! that's probably a way more fun use of time than review bombing!!!

honestly, these fans make me dislike eddie more and more ngl which isn't even the actor or the writers faults at all. if he leaves the show then it's not going to impact me that much unless his ending is fully unsatisfying, and that'll be more of a "cmon, writers, you knew this was where this was going, do better." i have never watched the show only for eddie like these people have. came into the show expecting to love madney + henren and ended up very emotionally invested in bathena while enjoying buck and eddie as well. i'm on the same page as a lot of ppl who have been here longer than i have been: we love the entire show rather than just eddie. honestly, i think half of these people don't even like buck. i already know most of them don't give a shit about the rest of the show from insulting ravi over him distracting buck with tommy to turning josh into the "number 1 b*ddie cheerleader" to ignoring henren unless they can use them as a "gotcha!!! you don't actually care about queer rep!!!" like.

@ BoBs: do YOU? because every time there's queer rep that threatens ur fanon ship, u actively get homophobic about it down to, what, 600? of you PROUDLY admitting you would commit a hate crime to make your stupid ship canon--including both real men and fictional characters like josh and tommy in your "i'd hate crime for them teehee!" bullshit.

idk queso its just wild to me how often i also see the "eddie diaz pretty pretty princess who wants to paint his nails!!!" like. painting ur nails isnt gendered, the fuck? BoBs see anyone gender non-conforming and goes "wow, inherent sign of queerness, i am very smart :)" while feeding directly into toxic masculinity with the idea that if you don't adhere strictly to what's deemed masculine, then clearly you're queer. even if you say you're straight and know you're attracted to women and only women, you're gay because you (checks notes) have emotions and cry over your friends and did ballroom dancing when you were younger.

anyway if im being petty then i kinda hope that eddie leaves to focus fully on chris and making a life for the two of them in el paso and ravi takes his place on the team so that we get indian rep permanently on the show for a bit! i think he could bring some new life into the team (regardless of whether the show goes on for one season or more) and it'd be nice to see buck in a mentor position to him. plus i'd love to see his dynamic with the rest of the team <3 i am still available to play his love interest who is there for a single episode before being relegated to one-off mentions <3 /hj

Yes to alllllll of this, Annie!!!

What's ironic to me, based on something you mentioned, is the nail painting. They want sooooo hard for RG to actually be gay yet an actor who does paint his nails (for self-harm reasons) they call a slur and tell him to die.

Like???? Wtf are we doing???

(I know your ask is about the characters but that shit will always rub me the wrong way about Ryan stans)

[rowie264]

Why Timebomb shouldn't exist in s2 (part 3 - Relationship)

Part 1 - Ekko Part 2 - Jinx

Now let's look closer at relationship itself between Ekko and Jinx that was shown in the series.

To begin with, I will briefly define my position - I don't ship Ekko and Jinx. But! I can appreciate something, even if it doesn't match my preferences, as long as it's written well.

Timebomb wasn't written well, guys. The foundation - the characters themselves - has already crumbled, as I pointed out in previous posts, and everything else followed behind.

Ekko had a crush on Jinx as a child, yes. But Jinx was killing his friends. Jinx was following Silco's orders, and I'll remind you that Silco killed Benzo and it was because of Silco that zaunites got hooked on shimmer. Forgiving all her actions and understanding why Jinx willingly followed Silco would have taken Ekko muuuuuuuuch longer than it was shown in the series. To cite their childhood bond is to reduce the depth of their conflict and importance of firelights to Ekko.

It's even worse on Jinx's side. Throughout both seasons (except for act1 s1), she doesn't think and talk about Ekko. Zero thoughts about him, zero reflection, as if she didn't care about him at all. All I see in her is a feeling of nostalgia for old friendships in a moment of vulnerability. How am I supposed to believe in their connection if one of the characters doesn't have a single second thought about the other?

And finally, episode 7. Why does it exist (regarding Ekko arc and his realationship with Jinx)? Does it reveal the characters in any way? Well, everyone except Ekko and Heimer are completely fucking different people and have nothing to do with the original ones, so I don't give a damn about them at all. Perhaps Ekko reveals himself more as a character? Mm… And how? What's new we find out about him? That he could be Heimer's student? We already knew he was smart. That he could have dated Powder if things had turned out differently? Well, thanks for the information, but why do I need it? Wouldn't you rather to reveal relationship between Ekko and original Powder/Jinx instead of wasting time on "what if"? Did Ekko need to make a time machine in alternative timeline? No, he could do it in canon timeline just fine.

Also, this "what if" does not serve to reveal relationship between Ekko and Jinx in original timeline. Or did Ekko need to see Powder (like a good version of Jinx) to understand that Jinx is a grown-up Powder and that she is still inside Jinx, and not gone as he thought? Well, you know, I personally saw it already shown in s1 on the bridge (in much more emotional moment with original Powder/Jinx lol).

And what do we have as result:

Ekko is not fully revealed; Jinx has become an OOC; their connection is not shown either through reflection, through characters thoughts, or through any interactions/mentions with other characters; they have very little screen time together - Powder in alternative timeline doesn't count bc she is completely different person; they get along with a snap of fingers as if they hadn't been enemies for many years; Jinx murdering Ekko's friends have no influence at all; restoration of their friendship takes place in a very short unrealistic period of time and, moreover, off screen; the romantic line is sucked out of the finger only to please shippers and is very poorly written.

Timebomb is the ship that demands slow burn if you don't want to fuck up the characters. It demands to attend to their complicated story and broken relationship before going anywhere romantic.

But all of it was brushed aside and that's why i'm not happy about Timebomb existing. Because Jinx's and Ekko's personalities, their complex history and their potential was sacrificed for the sake of this ship.

[n0vazsq]

Gasoline | Pablo Gavi x Reader

pairing . . . gavi x gf!reader

summary . . . When the world starts shipping him with random girls and influencers, Gavi decides to soft launch you two to shut them up. Little did he know, that only escalated things more, leading him to 'accidentaly' post a picture of you two on his social media.

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . gang nvm the name i was gonna do angst and this is a random ass fic bc i'm not uploading smh </3 anyway it's short and not proofread so ignore any typos or mistakes ALSO ITS VERY CRINGE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO PROVIDE IM SORRY

. . . "Are you sure I can post this, amor?" Pablo said, eyes full of concern as he searched your face for any hint of hesitance. This morning, he had come into your shared room, huffing and sighing as he showed you what seemed like the millionth edit of someone shipping him with an influencer.

You really didn't mind those edits, in fact, you quite enjoyed seeing Gavi get mad and annoyed at them. He had always complained to you about this, and even warned you about when you two first started dating. It was hilarious to see him pace around the room in frustration.

"I am sure, carino. Post as many pictures as you want, as long as you're happy, I guess." You shot him a playful grin, as he laughed and started showing you the collection of pictures he chose to post.

One was of your hands clasped together in front of a beautiful lake, another was of him hugging you with his face buried in your hair, another was one of you two making snow angels in the snow.

Pablo, of course, had made sure your face wasn't visible in any of these pictures, not even remotely. You saw him checking the selection of pictures over and over again, as if your face would magically appear in one of them. And when you tried to take the phone from his hands to post the pictures, he gave you a vexed face and continued inspecting.

Finally, after what seemed like millenniums, the soft launch was posted. Not even a minute later, there were over a thousand notifications, with almost eighy percent of them asking who the 'mystery woman' was. You glanced at your phone, seeing a few people mentioning you in the post.

Pablo groaned, running a hand through his already messy hair as he scrolled through the comments.

"WHO IS SHE???"

"I NEED ANSWERS. ASAP"

"this has to be an influencer bc there's no way he's soft launching some normal girl."

"omggg is it (random influencer's name)??"

You bit your lip, stifling a laugh as Pablo's jaw clenched. His grip on the phone tightened, and he let out a frustrated sigh before tossing it onto the bed.

"This is worse than before," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

"I mean…" you teased, nudging his side. "You did post the pictures. Did you really think they'd just say ‘okay’ and move on?"

Pablo groaned again, flopping onto the bed dramatically. "Amor, they're literally coming up with theories already. Look at this one." He held up his phone, showing you a tweet where someone had zoomed in on your hand and was trying to match your ring to different influencers.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "No way, are they seriously investigating my jewelry now?"

Pablo sat up, huffing. "This was supposed to shut them up, not make them even more annoying." His brows furrowed as he swiped through more comments. "You know what?" His voice had that familiar stubborn edge, the same one he had whenever he decided to prove a point.

"What?" you asked, watching as he opened his camera roll.

"If they want a picture so bad," he muttered, tapping furiously at his phone, "I'll give them one."

Before you could even process what was happening, he had posted a picture, one that he definitely hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t just another soft launch shot; it was a full on, undeniable, exposed confirmation.

A mirror selfie. You, standing in front of him, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, and his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your face wasn’t even hidden, just slightly turned, but clear enough for people to recognize you.

Your jaw dropped. "Pablo!"

His rubbed the back of his neck slowly as he realized what he had done. "Mierda." His phone buzzed like crazy, notifications rolling in at an unstoppable speed.

"GAVI JUST HARD LAUNCHED AND I CAN'T BREATHE"

"NO WAY DID HE POST THIS BY ACCIDENT????"

"THE MYSTERY GIRL HAS A FACE. WE HAVE A FACE"

"she's so pretty omg?? i'm obsessed"

Your eyes narrowed as you studied Pablo’s face. His lips were pressed together like he was trying way too hard to look innocent, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away. "Did you really just-" You smacked his arm lightly, still in shock. "Pablo." You crossed your arms. "Did you just accidentally hard launch us?"

He blinked. "Si?"

You smacked his arm again. "You so did that on purpose!"

A guilty grin finally broke through his fake confusion, and he shrugged. "Maybe."

You gasped. "Pablo!"

"What?" he said, feigning innocence. "They were annoying me, amor. I had to make it clear. I'm your boyfriend, and I wanted everyone to know it." He leaned in, tilting his head slightly. "You're mad?"

You huffed, trying to hold onto your fake outrage, but the way he was looking at you; so smug yet so utterly whipped, made it impossible. "You could've at least warned me before declaring to the entire world that I'm your girlfriend."

Pablo just grinned, completely unbothered. "Where's the fun in that?" He held up his phone again, scrolling through the chaos he had created. "Mira esto," he said, showing you a tweet.

"GAVI REALLY SAID "HERE SHE IS, NOW SHUT UP" HELPPP"

"so…when's the wedding?"

"BRO IS WHIPPED LMFAOOO"

You bit your lip, warmth creeping up your neck and cheeks as you read the endless comments. The fans were going crazy, but instead of speculating or hating, they were supporting.

Pablo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Carino, I'd do it again, you know." His voice was softer now, more serious. "I don't care what people say. I just wanted everyone to know that I'm yours, and you're mine."

Your heart melted right then and there.

With a dramatic sigh, you shook your head. "You're still an idiot."

He grinned widly. "Tu idiot." And before you could argue, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips; undeniable proof that, yeah, maybe he did know exactly what he was doing.

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[edgeray]

mygod that siren Arlecchino fic you did is *chef's kiss* IMMACULATE!!! might i request a continuation, mayhaps? Arle mentioned that she'd follow the reader as they sail, so maybe she misses them and either tries to climb onto the boat or the pier where they're docked to see them again? either hurt/comfort or fluff, the rest is up to you!!! love your work and thank you for fueling my Arlecchino obsession :] also i might pop back in here once in a while, may i be moth anon?

The Sea's Calling Pt. 2

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Part 1 link here. Yes, you definitely can be a moth anon! Hi :D. I already added you to the anon list. To other anons that have requested and I haven't gotten to, I do see your requests and if you gave yourself an emoji/name I already added you ^^. Anyways, back to moth anon. <333 I'm so glad you enjoyed my siren Arlecchino fic! As my first request I was kind of nervous about it but I'm glad that you enjoy! I'm also really glad that you sent this request! I did always want to write a part 2 but didn't have the opportunity until now. Thanks moth anon, for the reuqest and for enjoying my works!!  If you couldn't tell, I love the idea of found family pirates. One Piece did this to me. The ending turned out to be self-indulgent, forgive me moth anon ;) Even though it's short, this ended up being one of my favorites. Hope you like this one! Content warnings / info - monster x human, arle is ooc bc she's a siren, fem! reader bc pt.1 has fem! reader, suggestive at the end, 1.2k words

You used to think that the most beautiful thing out there was the sky and its stars–to you, nothing was more mesmerizing than them. They are so alluring despite holding this mystique, and they've guided humans on their naval journeys and inspired all kinds of stories of their origins. The stars were all that kept you company, even on the lonliest and coldest nights.

Now, however, the stars aren't your only company. 

“Guys, I'm going to go back to the ship. Don't wait up on me too much,” you to your fellow pirates as you stand up from the stool. You drop off some extra coins on the baa counter, in order to compensate for the plate that you will be ‘borrowing.’ You pick up the plate of your half-eaten slice of meat pie and sandwich and head towards the exit before one of your crew mates stops you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Turning in already? C'mon, stay a little bit. We've got enough money for a few more rounds of beer,” he says with a boisterous laugh. You chuckle lightly but shake your head. 

“No can do, sorry. Got something to do.”

“Uh huh, like your little siren girlfriend?” Another crew member states, her teasing smile widening as you flush. 

“One more? Jackie hasn't finished his story!”

“Let the darned woman go see her darn girlfriend, Goldie,” another gruffed with a shake of his head. 

“Fine, fine, go on ahead. Tch, when will I get my own smoking hot siren girl?” Goldie huffs, and you snort. Likely never, but you don't tell him that.  

“Thanks, I'll be back,” is all you say before rushing out of the door, nearly tipping over the plate before you balance it again. You wave them off and you make your way back to the docks. The walk is both short and long, and each step you take is filled with the excitement that buzzes through you. 

Even after these months, being able to spend time with her feels like bliss, like you have just found treasure. Sometimes, you forget she's a siren, she's ever so endearing and follows you around like a puppy. Oftentimes, when you're on the boat, you talk to her as she lingers by. The night after you first met the siren your crew had banned you from jumping into the waters because you had developed a cold which infected a good chunk of the crew; the cold wasn't severe for anyone but still. Since you can't be in the water, you often just talk to her from the railings and she answers. 

It's only when you're docked when you can finally touch her, but those times come rare. It can take days, sometimes weeks to reach an island to dock at, but when you do, you always take the time to sit by the shore. 

Finally, you arrive at the pier. “Arle?” You call out, and you see a ripple in the water. Grinning, you walk to the ends of one of the docks, setting down the plate a bit away from you. You remove your shoes and set them far away. Perching on the dock, your feet dip into the cold waters and you shiver.

You see something gleam in the corner of your eyes, the familiar shine of her scales. You then remember the food, and you start. “Wait, Arle don't splash–”

Too late. Something erupts from the waters and launches into you, a cold, heavy weight thrusting into your body making you tumble on your back on the dock. Pressed between the wooden planks and the creature that straddles you, you can't help but laugh and raise your hand up to her face, the now drenched food forgotten entirely. 

“Hey gorgeous,” you say as you stroke her cheek gently. She's the most beautiful treasure that you found among the seas. Arlecchino gazes down on you, her red pupils glistering as her arms wrap around your torso. She purrs, little fangs apparent as the tip of her tongue peeks out with her open-mouth smile. 

“Missed you,” is the first thing she says, before she leans her body against you, nuzzling her face into your neck. Your clothes get soaked from her, but you pay no mind. You stroke her wet hair, carding your fingers through her strands before kissing the top of her head. 

“I missed you too. Did you eat recently?” 

Sometimes she'd disappear for a few nights to search for another wandering ship for her meals but she never fails to find your ship again. You haven't seen her for a couple days before you docked her. 

Arlecchino nods. “Human food?” She questions. Her tail flicks, thumping against the wood out of eagerness. Although she enjoys the taste of cooked meats, beef especially, you don't believe it's as nutrition dense as… well, the main source of her diet, and it's hard to serve her cooked meat while on sea due to the issue of storing meat on ships. So, cooked meat has always been a treat for her. 

You nod. “You want to try?” 

She lets out an affirmative purr, and you help her sit upright in your lap. It's always a bit difficult considering she has a tail instead of legs, but she maneuvers her tail to encircle your waist, and you support her back with one of your arms. You silently mourn for your now soggy sandwich as you reach for the plate, using her tail as a flat surface. 

“What is it?” 

“Meat pie and a sandwich.” You take the fork and dig out the meat from the meat pie. Balancing the tender piece of beef on your utensil, you carefully guide it to her mouth. 

“Careful, it's hot. And don't bite the fork this time,” you gently warn her as she eats it. She squirms a bit in your lap, an indicator that she's pleased with the taste. 

“More?” You chuckle, adoring the cute plea in her eyes. 

You scrape out more of the meat until she's eaten all of the pie filling, leaving you to eat the pie crust. You're still peckish, so you start eating your sandwich, but not before fishing out the thick slice of ham from it, and giving it to her. If it meant you could watch the way her expression lights up again forever, then you would endlessly eat ham-less sandwiches and savor every cheese and vegetables sandwiched in between wet bread. 

“Did you like it?” You ask in between chews as she leans her head against your shoulder. She nods, and leans up again to place featherlight kisses on your neck. With the cold droplets of water and her frigid lips, it tickles you and you giggle. So adorable. 

You freeze up when you feel her fangs prick your skin and she looks up to you for permission. Another mating bite? You nod, wordlessly giving her permission, and you suck in a harsh breath as you feel her teeth sink in. Purrs vibrate coarse through her mouth as she pulls away, lapping at the mark and the texture of her tongue invokes a throaty groan from you, your body trembling with pleasure. 

Arlecchino leans away, but in her eyes, hunger burns in them. Her hands take purchase on your hips and she pushes your back against the planks. Her tail unwinds around your torso and instead coils around your ankles, securing them together.  

“H-here?” You question, flushing. Her hands wander lower, the sharp nails trailing lower to your thighs, where faint scratches scatter. 

The night that you first met her, she sang so beautifully for you. Tonight, you repay her back, singing out her name so tastefully. 

[valictini]

You know, it's kinda weird... if Siffrin's country is on a remote island and everybody forgot everything related to that country... what about the people who lived on the island when it happened? Did they starve bc even looking ahead made them pass out with headaches?

...And how did Siffrin and the King escape from there despite such immense struggles? Did they just happen to be outside the country accidentally at the right timing?

...What if the forgetting part is only applied outside the borders of the country? If your theory of the other nations being afraid of wish craft is true, maybe the people of Siffrin's country were actually the ones isolating themselves before anything majorly bad happens?

I don't remember if Siffrin said he returned home after he ran away... maybe he didn't know the curse? Maybe he did it anyway in teenager rage, only noticing far too late that it wasn't what he wanted?

When talking about him running away, Siffrin's memory gets wiped the moment he talks about going back home. Many theorise that it's the exact moment he forgot everything and eventually led him to vaugarde.

Now, did the curse hit at that exact moment when he was at sea, or was it already in place and only affects people from outside the country?

And who wished for it, the islanders or the world? The islanders' wish would probably be something like "protect us from the others" and the wish from outside the country would be "make it disappear" or something like that. God, what if it's both, and the wishes fused together?

Many people theorise that the island disappeared at the exact moment Siffrin was at sea, and that he escaped the curse by pure chance, but maybe the curse was already in place and he just didn't know! Or maybe it was at a time when there were only rumors about people not returning from the sea, but he didn't take it seriously! And as for the King, it is said that he was found washed up on the coast of Vaugarde, so many assume he was also at sea when it happened?

God, the islanders not being aware of the curse at first would make it so much worse, actually. Like they're all fine, they know who they are and they go fishing as usual... but no one ever returns from these trips! Because the second they're far away from the island, they forget their whole entire identity, what they're doing, and where they're going! Most probably end up dying because they can't remember how to operate their ship...

Eventually, islanders just dont go at sea in fear of disappearing too. And they effectively can't communicate with any other country anymore. They're stuck on their little piece of land, never knowing what happened to the people who disappeared!

Though the one thing that makes me think it might not be the case is that they'd still have wish craft on their side, so I'd assume after years of being isolated, they'd find a way to break the wish that trapped them... or maybe not, maybe the intent of the whole entire world can't be countered by such a small population, even with the right rituals... god this is absolutely depressing, I love it!