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overheardatthecontinental · 4 years ago

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Talk Now Complete

Over the last three months, I have dedicated a huge chunk of my limited free time to writing this piece. What started out as a possible kinktober one-shot was side-tabled as I realized it had potential to be an actual story. Now, twenty chapters and 103,723 words later I am thrilled to say that this installment is complete.

I’ve already begun a second installment of this series which will pick up at the start of John’s retirement. I’m hoping to have the first chapter out within the week.

Thank you so much to everybody who liked, commented, and supported me during this story and a huge thank you to @meetmeinthematinee for helping me edit and review this beast.

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A new start.

That was what she had deemed it. For both of them.

John went around the city. Closing accounts. Transferring mountains of coins into actual money. Saying silent goodbyes to the places that had defined him for a lifetime. And stashing markers, money, and weapons. Just in case.

He hopes he will never have to use them.

And, while he does that, Helen packs up her house.

The decision to move in together came approximately two days after returning from Vermont. They’d wasted enough time, they both decided. “And, ” Helen had teased, “God forbid we decide to spend a night apart, I already know you’ll sneak in to watch me sleep. ”

Minx.

“I’m more than happy to sell my place.” He had told her.

“You’ve given up your entire life for me. ” She had argued, gently running her hand through his hair. “I’ll give up the house. Besides, if you think I’m giving up your hot tub, you’re fucking dreaming.”

And that had been that.

They’d driven to her house, stopping to pick up boxes and tape and bubble wrap, and started packing up.

She made some calls around the city, looking for charities to donate some of her furniture to. John’s bed, she had discovered, was far more comfortable than hers. And they didn’t need multiple dining room tables or sets of cookware or dishes.

John borrowed a truck from Aurelio and, with his and Marcus’ help, started dropping things off across the city.

In the remaining days of her “recovery”/vacation, they manage to empty most of her little house. And while their house (he will never get used to the sheer joy that fills him at that descriptor) is now a mess of boxes and suitcases, it has never felt more like home.

He laughs at the three boxes of shoes Helen has to unpack, only to have to dodge a high heel used as a projectile.

He revels in the way she unpacks her sweaters and dresses to hang across from his clothes.

He also takes a great deal of pleasure when he finds the small box, once hidden away in the back of her closet, containing a number of delightful little toys. He gets another shoe thrown at him as he practically begs for details.

Helen laughs and offers a private demonstration… once her books are shelved in the library. John scrambles to fulfill her every wish.

One of the benefits of Helen having her own practice was that she could really do whatever the hell she wanted. She had reached out to all her clients first thing on Monday to apologize for her absence, reporting that she had been the victim in a hit-and-run, leaving her in a coma for the better part of the week. While she was doing much better, she told them, she still needed another week for recovery.

Of course, the Underworld had bought out half the cops in the city. A quick call from John Wick and shit was being filed exactly how he demanded it to be. Doctor’s notes were forged, along with hospital ‘records.’ That part was easy.

What had been much more complicated, John discovered, was dealing with the missing person’s out on Helen and it throws his world off kilter, yet again.

Her family had been terrified. While Helen wasn’t exactly in constant contact with them, the police had reached out after a concerned associate of Helen’s reported her missing. Unable to contact her, her parents and sister had been in a frenzy.

Using the phone that John had paid for, insisting that he buy her a new one since it was his enemy who had destroyed hers, she reluctantly calls her mother.

“Mom, I am begging you, stay home. I’m fine.”

“We’ve been so worried!” John hears her mother sobbing on the other side of the line, “A hit-and-run, oh, sweetheart!”

And if that’s her mother’s reaction from a hit-and-run, John doesn’t want to know what her mother would do if she ever found out the truth.

Kidnapped, held hostage, marked for death…

The poor woman might have a heart attack.

“You’re still recovering! You need someone to take care of you!”

“I have someone taking care of me.” Helen had said, and at that moment, John had indeed been massaging her shoulders. His lips had twitched in response.

He was the one taking care of her.

He would be the one taking care of her forever.

It made him giddy to think about.

“Who?”

They hadn’t discussed labels. It all seemed sort of unnecessary after all they had been through. But when Helen makes the executive decision and says, “my boyfriend” John wonders if he’s the one having a heart attack with the way his own is beating so hard it feels like it might burst at any moment.

Boyfriend.

He’d never been a boyfriend before. He’d never had any interest in being a boyfriend before. A term he’d never imagined being applied to him but now that it was…

He was a boyfriend.

He was Helen’s boyfriend.

He’s filled with pride and affection and so much love he doesn’t know what to do. She leans into him, reaching up to where his hands have stopped massaging as he attempts to process her words. And because she’s Helen and she knows him better than he knows himself, she squeezes his hand.

Grounding him.

But, of course, her confession to her mother opens another avenue of questions. What boyfriend? How long have you been seeing each other? Why haven’t you mentioned him before?

To which Helen answers respectively his name is John. We met seven months ago. And because who I date and when I decide to share that information is my choice .

It’s another half an hour of questioning before Helen manages to talk her way off of the phone after wrangling a promise that her mother would not fly to New York. In return, Helen was to send her daily text updates on her health.

Her sister was another matter. Living only an hour away in Trenton, her sister insisted on driving up. It ended up working well, however. While he had testified without a single problem, John hadn’t had the time to meet with Tarasov.

So Wednesday, Helen agreed to meet her sister for lunch while John had gone to meet with a mob boss.

John arrives at Tarasov’s compound and, once again, finds himself subject to stares.

They had always been there. The Baba Yaga was the focal of fascination for a great many, but most had always tried to hide the attention they paid to the man, the monster. But since Helen’s existence had been made known, he’s found himself front and center everywhere he goes.

And it had only become worse after being questioned by the High Table on the DeLuca’s and their involvement. While John had repeatedly stated he would not answer questions regarding his relationship with Helen, it didn’t stop the questions from coming.

During the trial and afterwards, members of the High Table had tried to push. John had given them nothing.

John is silent as he walks up to Viggo’s office.

The last tie to sever.

While Abram was scared enough of John Wick to let him go without a fight, John was certain that Viggo’s ambition would rise to the occasion.

After all, hadn’t John Wick done the impossible? He had brought down Syndicate and saved the girl with every odd stacked against him.

And now Viggo wanted a piece of that.

The impossible.

And John will do it. Of course, he will do anything if it means being released.

Retirement is so close he can taste it as he steps into the familiar office, closing the door behind him.

Viggo Tarasov sits at his desk, setting his paper aside as John takes a seat in front of him.

“John.” Viggo greets, “I was surprised to hear from you.”

John inclines his head. Viggo was full of shit.

Lorenzo had shared with his children that he had released John Wick of his contract following the trial. The rest of the Underworld knew by sundown. John was certain that Viggo was well aware of John’s intentions in this meeting.

“I’m retiring.” John says, truly not in the mood for games.

Viggo nods in response to the news, clearly expecting John’s announcement. “Very few people retire from our world.”

“Because most are dead long before they reach my age.”

“I’m older than you.”

“You have a desk job.” John points out, aware that his status is the only reason he can get away with saying such things to Viggo Tarasov.

Viggo waves a hand vaguely, “You’ve never had interest in a desk job.”

“Nor do I now. However, I still intend to live a while longer. In peace.”

“Peace.” Viggo says, testing the word on his tongue, “That must be a foreign concept to a man like you.”

A year ago, John would have agreed with him.

Hell, eight months ago, John would have agreed with him.

And while his experiences were still limited, he already had a glimpse of peace. In the weekly visits he had paid to Helen’s office. In the quiet of the night as he meditated to each and every intake and exhale of breath.

Now, John knew peace in the moments before his alarm went off and he held Helen close to him. He knew peace in the way she wrapped herself around him as he made her coffee. He knew peace in the way her head rested on his shoulder or in the soft flips of pages as Helen read by his side. He knew peace in the moments where she held him.

“I’m aware you hold my contract,” John says, ignoring Viggo’s comment. “I am more than willing to buy it out.”

A longshot, John knew.

Viggo tilts his head to the side, like he’s considering it. Yet John knows, from that single action, that Viggo already has something in mind. Something he wants done that only John Wick can manage. John just fucking wishes he’d get to the point instead of treating this like a game.

“At this time, your contract is not for sale.” Viggo says, “However, there is a task I have in mind. A bit… difficult, to say the least. But, should you complete this for me, I would be more than willing to release you from your contract.”

There it is.

“What do you have in mind?”

“It’s a bit of an impossible task…”

…

When John arrives home and he’s relieved to find Helen’s car parked out front. He makes a mental note to install a garage opener in her car as soon as possible.

John quickly goes inside, not wasting any time. The desire to set eyes on her is overwhelming and he wonders how he managed to only see her at night for months on end.

He’s not certain he can ever again go longer than hours without seeing her, touching her.

Helen has become an addiction.

When he doesn’t find her in the living room or the kitchen, he goes upstairs. Sure enough, she is in the library, kneeling in front of a bookcase as her fingers trace over the spines.

“How was lunch?” He asks and Helen’s lips twitch.

With anyone else, he might have scared them. Even in his own home, he tends to walk lightly so as not to be noticed. But she’s always had that sixth sense about him. It brings him an absurd amount of happiness to know that she understands and sees him.

“It was fine.” She reaches a hand up. John takes it and helps tug her back to her feet. “Got a bit of the third degree but I suppose I can’t blame her for being curious, all things considered.”

On tiptoes, she gives him a quick kiss. “How was Tarasov?”

“As expected,” John says.

Helen hums as she looks him over, “Indirect answer.”

“It could be worse.” John tries again.

“Now you’re being evasive.”

She had warned him life would be like this. She’s spent the better part of her life learning to read people and despite being an enigma to most of the world, John Wick is an open book to Helen.

He can’t bring himself to be upset when they both knew this was exactly how it was going to be.

“He wants me to complete a rather difficult task.”

“How dangerous is this going to be?” She asks, folding her arms over her stomach.

She did that when she was worried, John had noticed. He hates that it’s him causing her such stress but comforts himself with the fact that this will be the last time.

“Fairly.” Helen’s face is that unique mix of impassive and empathetic that he was used to seeing in her office. He steps forward, catching her chin in his hand and drawing up her face. “I’ll be fine.” He promises.

She gives him a small smile and nods. She’s scared, he knows. And he is too. He’s never had so much to lose.

“What does he want?”

He wants to shake his head and tell her not to worry about it. But he knows exactly how that conversation will go if he tries.

“There are a few rival Russian gangs that Viggo wants control of.”

“A few?” Her brows shoot up.

Maybe he should have phrased that better.

While he’s unsurprised by Viggo’s demands given the opportunity to manipulate the Baba Yaga, Helen worries. She used to joke that it was her job to worry—that he paid her good money for such. And he would smile and promise to see her next week.

But things had changed so much since DeLuca.

She understood a little bit more just what John was capable of. In the moments when she had been in DeLuca’s grasp, John had learned a bit more of what he was capable of.

But in understanding that, she grew more worried. When it came to her, they both knew that he was capable of anything .

And that made him reckless, to a degree.

“It goes both ways, John.” She told him when he had first explained what it would take to actually retire, what he might need to do to be released by the Tarasov’s. “You worry about me constantly, but I worry about you too. Do you really think I would be okay if something happened to you?”

“You could move on.” He had replied, “I know you would hurt, but you could go on living your life.”

“For one of the smartest people I know, you’re an idiot, John. I would be devastated if something happened to you, if I lost you.”

“It’s different.”

“Like hell it is. Do you know how many nights I used to lie awake until you would get to my house because I was so paranoid, so scared that something would happen to you?” Helen had shaken her head, “Or that I used to spend my Friday’s in an anxious blur, terrified that one day you just weren’t going to show up. That you’d just… be gone.”

“It’s different. ” John had maintained, “ Hels, you’re—you’re all I have.”

And that was just a fact. Without him, Helen would have her family, her friends, her work.

But without her… what would he be?

“It will be fine.” He promises, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair back from where it had fallen in her face. It assures him that she is real and safe when his thoughts start to overwhelm him, “This is more of a point-and-shoot kind of gig. Just with a lot of moving targets.”

An impossible number of moving targets. He forgoes saying as much, still trying to formulate a plan in his mind on how he’s going to pull this off.

“Is there a timeline?”

Technically, no. Viggo hadn’t given him any sort of indication of when he wanted it completed, but John was strongly in favor of doing it as quickly as possible. The sooner the task was completed, the sooner he was free.

And, oh, what a thought that was.

“Friday.” He answers aloud. Two days away. It would give him the time to prepare, because once he started, he could not stop until he was done.

She nods, leaning her head against his hand.

He hates that he is responsible for making her worry. John pulls her into a hug, wrapping her in his arms securely.

“Come on,” he kisses the top of her head, “Let’s go pack some more of your books to bring over.”

She brightens visibly at that and they make another trip to her house.

While Helen desperately needs the distraction, John realizes it’s just as beneficial for him. It reassures him, just as her touch does, that she’s real. That this is actually happening and not just some coma dream, which he felt might be more realistic.

They spend Thursday much the same way. While he’s tried to tempt Helen to take another week of vacation, she only shakes her head and says, “It wouldn’t be fair to my clients .”

Marcus comes over to help.

“Helen, if he’s blackmailing you into moving in with him, I can get you help. Blink once.”

The older assassin dodges multiple projectiles from multiple directions, laughing all the while.

“I’m serious! You can do better!”

It’s a joke, and John knows that, but he still appreciates the extra affection she shows him. Like she knows that John still lays awake at night, wondering if he was good enough for her. But she slips under his arm, resting against his chest while she shoots back, “Forgive me for not taking advice from a man who’s still in a committed relationship with his daddy issues.”

He makes a sound of pain even as he grins, “Low blow, Kingston.”

“Come at my man, I’ll come for your life.”

My man echoes around in John’s head for hours after that and Marcus’ teasing was soon forgotten.

After that declaration, his hands, which were impossibly steady when aiming a gun or striking a blow, were shaky. He had to talk himself through wrapping up her décor so as not to break it.

They loaded up the borrowed truck, driven by Marcus, as well as stuffing her SUV full.

“Hope you don’t change your mind about him, because I am not doing this again.” Marcus complains after he and John manage to get her loveseat into the back of the pickup.

“I’m not concerned.” She says and the conviction in her words and her tone leaves John all the more in love with her.

Good , he thinks. He is no longer strong enough to let her go.

John watches with fascination and awe as he hears a dog bark and watches as her eyes light up. An older man approaches with a golden retriever pulling on its leash trying to reach Helen. He recognizes the dog from the neighborhood, having seen it be taken outside late at night from a few houses over.

The dog breaks free of the owner, tearing the leash from his hand, bolting towards Helen.

Grinning, Helen drops down low and braces for the contact. “Hey, Buddy.” She says, scratching the pup behind the ears as the dog pants excitedly.

“Sorry, Helen!”

“No worries,” She calls back to the owner, “You know I’m always down for a Buddy-snuggle.”

Marcus snorts and mutters to John, “How easily you can be replaced.”

John rolls his eyes, smiling all the while as she coos to the dog lovingly. He thinks back to the first time she met, showing him pictures of her favorite dogs. He had been almost surprised that she didn’t have one of her own.

With a final pet to the stop of Buddy’s head, she sends him back over to the owner with a wave, before climbing back to her feet.

A part of him was reluctant to share her but he could imagine, maybe somewhere down the line, getting a dog with Helen. He thinks she would like that, the potential images flipping through his head and filling him with an unexpected warmth.

“Should have guessed you were a dog person,” Marcus says.

“Always have been.” She replies, slipping back under John’s arms. Even with moving furniture and boxes, it’s still cold outside. He tucks his chin to her head and wraps his arms around her.

“Makes sense given your choice in partner.”

She throws Marcus a look, but he holds up his hands defensively.

“Not like that! No need to bring my daddy issues into this. Just meant he’s got some of those qualities. Unwavering loyalty, literally the definition of a dog with a bone when it comes to you. Protective, but a little bit stupid.”

“Thanks, Marcus.” John says, rolling his eyes yet again.

“I prefer dogs to people, anyway.” Helen says, patting his arm. “Far less complicated. They don’t make muddles out of things the way we do. And they’re far less self-interested.”

“All this, coming from the only one of us who works with humans for a living.”

She grins at that, “It’s why I can say, without a doubt, that dogs are better than people.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be hyper-empathic to the human experience?”

“I can be. And there is a lot about said human experience that I admire,” Helen says, “We’re an incredibly resilient species. The mind can handle just about anything, which is remarkable when you think about it. And we’ve worked to build societies based on mutual respect and social currency. There’s drama and endless uphill battles, struggles and triumphs, and a capacity for healing unseen in any other creatures,” She shrugs, “But there’s something to be said for just living . Simply, at that.”

He feels his arms tightening around her as he presses a kiss to her head.

He loves her more than he’ll ever be able to express. Helen leans to the side so her face is just below his and kisses him once more.

“I’m going to finish with my room.” She tells him and slips out of his arms. He watches as she walks back into the house.

She’s giving it up for him. Her home, her space.

It’s still so surreal.

“She’s incredible.” Marcus says softly.

“I don’t deserve her.”

“No, you don’t.” His friend smiles, “Luckily, she loves you anyway.”

It was strange to think that they had only declared their love for each other a week ago. A single week of verbally and physically expressing their love for one another.

It simultaneously felt like an eternity and no time at all.

John heads back into the house, following her path to her bedroom. Her clothes and jewelry had already been packed but her furniture, along with a handful of other things, was left behind. She had washed her sheets earlier and was packing them in a box marked donations .

He takes one end of the sheet and helps her start to fold the next.

The question pours from him before he can even think about it.

“Would you like a dog?” John asks, “You know, someday?”

She steps forward, collecting the sheet, an eyebrow raised in surprise. “Would you want a dog?”

John shrugs, truly uncaring. “I like dogs.”

“But there’s a difference between liking dogs and wanting a dog. Would you actually want to have a pet? In your perfectly kept, immaculate house?”

He feels like he shouldn’t say I want whatever you want because he doesn’t want to burden her with all the decisions, but truthfully, the only thing in life he wants is to make her happy. The little details don’t matter to him so much as giving her the opportunity to smile.

“I wouldn’t mind either way,” he says as she folds it one last time and places it in the box with the others, “And the house is immaculate because I barely spend time there.”

She considers it for a moment, and he feels his heart flutter with the twitch of her lips. “Yeah. Someday. Maybe we adopt an older dog. I’ve always had a soft spot for the rejects.”

“Makes sense.” John teases and she rolls her eyes.

“I swear, John Wick, if you make another orphan joke…”

He grins, stepping into her space. He catches her face in his hands and draws her in for a kiss.

Her soft lips yield to him and he will never understand what he has done to deserve such grace. But he swears to himself that he will never take for granted her presence or her touch or her love.

This is happiness. It’s also only the beginning.

…

Friday comes, as it must.

John had wondered if he would feel nervous or anxious for his final mission, his last task. Instead, he wakes up feeling eerily calm.

He’s never been so grateful for something to end. But then, he’s never had a beginning to look forward to.

Helen, he finds, is far more nervous than he is.

“Should you be resting?” She asks as he takes down some of his own books so he can move the shelves around. He wouldn’t be leaving until sunset, much preferring to use the cover of darkness to hide his presence.

“I’ll be fine.” He assures her. He’s gone on countless missions without sleeping or after only getting a few hours here and there to keep him going. Truthfully, having slept a full eight hours the night before is more than he usually gets.

But he knows it’s not enough to stop her from worrying so John distracts her. First with planning out their new library. When that didn’t hold her attention enough, he switched to distracting her with his body.

A sacrifice he was more than willing to make.

He fucked her in the library before carrying her to the bedroom to take her again. And Helen was insatiable, much to his delight. But fucking her to the point of exhaustion took far more out of him than he anticipated.

By the time she’s finally too tired to carry on, John finds himself closing his eyes and resting his head in the crook of her neck.

Her fingers trace the back of his neck as she whispers, “Gotcha.”

She really is brilliant, he thinks, as John finds himself manipulated into napping.

He wakes up feeling far more rested and newly motivated to go out and come back home. To never be forced to leave her side again, so long as they both lived.

It’s all so close.

Helen runs her hand over his hair.

“Thank you for making me sleep.” He teases softly.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Liar.”

Helen grins at that, leaning forward to kiss him.

This , he thinks, this is what waits for him on the other side of the night.

It motivates him anew.

John showers and dresses. His traditional three-piece, he hopes to never wear again. For her sake, he leaves the tie on the bureau.

John slips a small gun into his ankle holster, a knife into his sock. He chooses his weapons carefully as he prepares for the night ahead of him.

One last time.

Leaving is so very different than it had always been. Rather than heading straight from his room to his car, he detours to find his partner. To see her, to kiss her before he goes.

He can hear conversation flowing from the kitchen as he reaches the bottom of the stairs and blinks in surprise.

Marcus.

He slips into the kitchen and watches as Helen rummages around in the fridge before pulling out and handing Marcus a beer.

Marcus, he thinks, is probably the person he would miss the most. One of his oldest friends. One of the first people he ever learned to trust.

Someone he would soon have to say goodbye to, along with everyone else.

A large brown paper bag sits in front of him on the kitchen counter.

“Marcus.” John greets as he steps into the kitchen.

“John.” Marcus uses the edge of the counter to pry the bottle cap off. “Everything in place?”

John nods. He had weapons stored around the city and Santino would be assisting. John had been reluctant to make a deal with the mafioso when he was so close to retirement but there were too many moving parts for what Tarasov had asked for John to accomplish it alone.

Santino swore, so long as John stayed out of the Underworld, he would not use the marker John had promised him. But, should he ever step foot back, he was fair game.

He almost felt bad for Santino. He would never go back to that life. Not while he had Helen.

“Didn’t know you were coming over.” John comments, watching as Helen opens a bottle of wine for herself.

“Somebody’s got to keep your girl from losing her mind.”

“It’s an important job.” Helen jokes, smiling up at John. “I was afraid I was going to go stir-crazy waiting here at home.”

He can understand that. He had nearly gone insane in hours after she had been kidnapped.

John holds open an arm for her, and she wraps around him, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“What are you two going to do?” He asks.

“Marcus brought Thai food,” she gestures to the paper bag, “And we’re going to get drunk then watch and score kung-fu movies bloodlust, technique, and general sexiness.”

John smiles down at Helen, wondering how he ever managed to make it day to day without her. “Sounds like fun.”

“We’re starting with Enter the Dragon. Which I’m going to go get set up.” Helen stands on tiptoes and gives John a quick kiss, before grabbing her wine glass and heading to the living room.

“Last mission.” Marcus says.

John nods again, “It is.”

“How do you feel?”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Helen.” John jokes, thinking of all the times his girlfriend had asked him that very same question, “But I feel ready.”

“Nervous?”

“Not even a little.”

“Good.” Marcus glances to where she had exited, “I worried in the beginning. That you weren’t thinking clearly; that she didn’t have what it takes to be involved with an assassin. I’m glad I was wrong on both counts.”

John looks down because he really doesn’t know how to have this conversation. He’d said his goodbyes to Sofia, to Winston, to Charon. To the few members of the Underworld that mattered to him. But this is one he just doesn’t know how to say.

Marcus has had his back for two decades. He’d been his friend and confidant. The only person on the planet John had felt he could trust Helen to when his life fell apart. The man who, even now, was devoting his time to helping Helen.

“We know the rules,” Marcus says quietly, “That after tonight… we go our separate ways…”

“I wish it didn’t have to be like that.” John says just as softly.

He’s told Helen, explained it to her.

She had been angry, at first. That John was being forced to give up his friends along with everything else. That the Underworld was so unwavering and rigid with their rules and expectations. Then, she had been sad. Then guilty.

She promised she would love him whether he left the Underworld or not and he believed her. But the life he wanted… it was for both of them. And it didn’t involve looking over their shoulders every moment of every day. He wanted to take her to dinner and not worry that the man two tables over was packing. To go to the farmer’s market without wondering if someone was going to attack.

He told her again and again that this was his decision. That he was the one deciding to part ways in order to have the life that he wanted.

And he has no regrets.

There was nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice for that life.

“Me too. But… you’re making the right choice, John.” Marcus assures him. “And I know that we won’t be able to go get a beer or hang out but write to me now and then. Send me the announcement if you ever convince that beautiful woman to marry you.”

John nods, “I will.”

“Good.”

And maybe it’s because it’s goodbye, or maybe Helen has made him completely soft, but John walks across the room and hugs his friend.

“Thank you. For everything.”

Marcus nods, “Just… live well. Take care of each other.”

“We will.”

They part and John leaves Marcus to sort through the takeout he had brought with him. John follows Helen into the living room. She is using the remote to type in a password, standing barefoot in the middle of the sunken section.

John takes the two steps down. Helen glances up as he does. He watches her swallow.

“Time to go?” She asks softly and he nods.

She tosses the remote to the side and throws her arms around him. Her grip is impossibly tight, but he doesn’t mind. He’s never felt more loved than when her arms are around him.

“You’ll be careful out there?” her voice breaks a bit as she asks the same question, she asked every single week before he left the safety of her office. Right before John went out to venture into the Underworld.

“I promise.” He kisses the top of her head.

She breathes a soft sigh of relief. Helen leans back, looking up at him even if she doesn’t release her arms. “Because if you’re not back by morning, I’m coming after you.”

“I’ll be back.”

Partially because there was no way in Hell he was ever letting her become involved with the Underworld again but mostly because she was his home. The only one he had ever known.

John catches her jaw in his hand and angles her face upward and teases, “It will be over soon. This time next week, you’ll be so annoyed with me, you’ll be wishing you could send me back.”

“Never.” She says even as she smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses her lips, giving himself a moment to be completely consumed by her. To memorize, once more, her smell and touch and taste. He’ll take her with him everywhere he goes and hold on to the memory to guide him back home.

With a final, soft kiss on lips he releases her. To leave her side one last time. He walks back up the steps to the leveled floor. He reaches out for the handle to the garage door.

“John?” She says and he glances back, “Come home to me.”

His lips twitch as he opens the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With the morning comes their promise of forever.

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years ago

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Winter Whumperland Day 8: Lucky

Summary: Written for Winter Whumperland Day 8. Set in a Modern AU, follows up on Day 7 'Delirium'. There was the chance meeting in that coffee shop, but it is one late evening in early June that Hiccup's life takes a sudden turn for the worse.

Rating: Mature

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Toothless, Ryker, Viggo

Pairing: Vigcup, past-Hiccstrid

Words: 4 464

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “Obsessive whumper”

Whumpee: Hiccup (and Toothless in a way)

Author’s Notes: This was supposed to be up already, but I got very distracted by Attack on Titan. I finished my rewatch and I had 3 episodes of season 4 that I needed to catch up on and then I got very distracted by the reactors I follow that I know watch this show, too.

Constructive criticism is appreciated! Including on the tags!

Enjoy!

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There was the chance meeting in that coffee shop, but it is one late evening in early June that Hiccup's life takes a sudden turn for the worse.

It's late when he returns home from work. He's completely drained after being on his feet all day and when he steps in through the front door, what he longs for most is to kick off his shoes and prosthetic and crash onto the couch.

Someone has other ideas, as he can tell by the stomping footsteps coming up from behind him as he closes the front door.

They halt, one slipper tapping impatiently on the carpeted floor, and Hiccup knows he's in trouble. He slowly turns to see one furious Astrid Hofferson.

She'd come the second she heard the door open and she'd jumped off the couch to catch him and block his way to the living room. Her blonde hair is undone and lays comfortably on her shoulder.

"Uh, good evening? Milady?" He greets her hesitantly, deciding that a polite approach is probably a better idea than a sassy one.

"What took you so long? You were supposed to clock out two hours ago!" Astrid crosses her arms, a hip out, and awaits a good excuse. He hasn't even called her to let her know that he would be later or anything!

Hiccup puffs out a nervous breath as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unsure what to tell her. Upon seeing this, Astrid lets out an agitated sigh, reeling with her boyfriend's thoughtless decision-making.

"Viggo again?" She asks with a hard tone and he knows there is no denying it. Besides, she'd know if he was lying. So he nods honestly instead and she's already throwing her hands up.

"He came by at the coffee shop for a game of chess and I thought I'd entertain him for a little while!" Hiccup hurriedly replies, already imagining Astrid's disappointment in him.

"For two whole hours?!" Her voice raises, she's not too impressed.

"Ugh, yeah..."

"Hiccup, I can't believe you!" She expresses her disbelief before turning on her heels to return to the living room.

"He's obviously a lonely man, Astrid! He just wants some company and a listening ear once in a while!" He tries to reason with her as he follows her to the other room, where Snotlout is sitting on the couch.

Viggo just comes across as a lonely man to him. No partner, no kids, no friends outside of business, and a brother he rarely sees eye to eye with. It makes him want to take at least a few minutes out of his time to spend on him.

"Once in a while, he comes by almost every day, Hiccup! Today, he swallowed up two hours of your time! And after work, too!" Halting before the television, Astrid spins on her heels again to face Hiccup. "Hiccup Haddock, I know you're not a pushover, but somehow this guy gets you to let him walk all over you."

Snotlout should be annoyed that he can no longer watch the tv, the bickering couple interrupting his watch, but that matters little to him

"Heh, Viggo again, Hiccup?" He asks, finding amusement in that fact.

"You know, Hiccup, if you'd rather spend time with some lonely middle-aged dude then your own girlfriend, maybe you should go hook up with him. We'll question your kinks and tastes, though." He adds with a chuckle.

"Not funny, Snot." The couple tells him and Hiccup sighs afterward, awkwardly moving from one foot to another once more. He's tired and his leg hurts and he doesn't like fighting with Astrid. And to make matters worse, he has some news, too. It's not bad news, but he wonders if it'll be received well after Astrid's reaction.

She stands there, fuming, and she probably has plenty of reason to be. His not calling her to let her know where he's at, spending his after work hours with someone who is a virtual stranger to her, who is a creep in her eyes, pushing his own needs aside for someone who clearly has no eye out for his, ... Yup, plenty of reasons. And he might just be about to make it worse.

"Also... I won't be able to sleep here tonight." But it's better to just come out and sat it, so he tells her, his arms crossing.

"And why is that?" Astrid asks, not too pleased. It's Friday evening, she'd hoped to spend at least a little bit of time with him. You know, the time Viggo hasn't selfishly taken for himself yet.

"Well, Toothless came to find me again. I saw him sitting on the rooftop when I got back and... Well, see for yourself." Hiccup gestures towards a rather large window on one side of the room and Snotlout and Astrid look over to find the Night Fury there, watching them through the glass. He's sitting on the fire escape and looks very much like a cat expecting to be let in.

Finally seen, he yowls, wondering what's taking them so long. Hiccup has known all along that he's there, why is he making him wait?

"Oh, the neighbors are going to love this." Astrid groans, cringing at the sound. Snotlout covers his ears.

"Oh, I'm sure they will, which is why I'm dropping off my uniform and going back downstairs to meet him. I'll fly him back to the sanctuary and spent the night at my mom's because I'm-"

"Dead tired from all the work you've done? With a prosthetic?" Astrid cuts him off as she finishes his sentence for him. It's not like she thinks he can't do the same work someone else can, but Hiccup's reality is that standing on his feet all day will make him more exhausted than it would make an abled person. Astrid is aware of this, she just wishes Hiccup would be a little more self-aware from time to time.

Mouth still open, Hiccup stares at her for a moment.

"Uh, yeah, that. But anyway, I'll let you know in the morning if I'll be back tomorrow or Sunday evening." He lets her and Snotlout know before heading over to the bedroom he shares with Astrid.

He's been holding the uniform in his hands. It consists of a dark brown apron and a little hat that feels like paper, though they're all pretty sure it's not made out of paper. He hangs them both up on the coatrack hanging from their bedroom door.

When he comes back into the living room, Astrid is standing before him again.

"Okay, but I doubt he brought a saddle, so will you at least be careful?" She asks of him, still exasperated, but him spending time with Toothless is far better than the alternative, which is the middle-aged man seemingly clinging to a young adult. A young adult who isn't quite 20 yet, no less.

"Of course, Milady, when am I not?" Hiccup asks her with a smile, feeling like they are on slightly better terms now. He'll make it up to her somehow, he doesn't want her feeling like she comes second to some guy he's only known for a few weeks.

Sighing deeply, Astrid comes over and plants her lips on his for a kiss. They don't have any space in their home for a dragon as big as a Night Fury. So, unfortunately, she has no other choice but to let him go. Hiccup returns it wholeheartedly, heart skipping a beat in joy. When does she not make him happy?

When they pull away, Astrid pulls on his hoodie, straightening it out.

"Are you sure that's warm enough for the trip?" She asks him, knowing he gets cold easily. He's about the only person she knows who can still wear long sleeves in the summer. The amount of layers this man needs to get through the colder months is insane.

"I think I'll manage."

"That's not a good answer, Haddock, and you know that."

Snotlout groans in the background at seeing the affection, head rolling back, but they mostly ignore him. So he groans louder on purpose.

"How can I stand living with you two?" He questions when they look over, neither too happy with his interruption.

Toothless yowls again outside and someone shouts at "the big cat" to be quiet.

"Geez, impatient much?" Hiccup mutters under his breath and gestures to his dragon to get down from the fire escape. He should get going before Toothless gets them all kicked out of here.

"Again, be careful. And oh, don't forget to call when you arrive and tell your mom we said "hi"." Astrid quickly says as Hiccup heads for the door.

"I will! I'll see you guys later, Snotlout, Milady." At that last one, he shoots Astrid a quick smile.

Snotlout lets his head roll back again and-

"If you groan one more time, it's off to bed with you."

It takes a quick ride on the elevator down, but Hiccup is outside soon enough. It's summer and that means the air is cooler then it is during the day, but not quite cool enough. Even so, Hiccup pulls on his hoodie to cover as much of his collarbone and neck as it can before he looks up towards the top of the building.

"Bud?!" He calls out excitedly, expecting to be tackled by a dragon much bigger and much heavier than him in the next few seconds. He's bracing himself, it could come from any direction...

But instead, there is no response.

Strange.

"Bud!" Hiccup calls out again, didn't he hear him the first time? Dragons of his kind usually have a good hearing. Or he ignoring his calls? Making him wait because it's been so long since he's come by for a visit? He hates admitting it, but work has been kicking his ass. It's hard to do anything on most days and even during most weekends he finds himself in need of the mere two days of rest he can get.

"It's because you haven't worked a day in your life, son, you'll get used to it." Hiccup can hear his father say in his head and he can still feel the need to roll his eyes. He's worked! At the sanctuary and only what he was allowed to do, but he's done stuff before!

"Toothless?!" Moving from the sidewalk to between two parked cars to hopefully get a better view of the roof, Hiccup tries again, but gets no answer this time either. He was hoping to at least see some earfins pop up by now.

"Really, Toothless? Is this the time to play hide and seek?" Hiccup mutters to himself. He knows his dragon misses him terribly when they're not together, he misses him, too, but now's not the time. He's tired and he would like to fly back to the sanctuary already.

Checking the road behind him and finding the street empty for the moment, Hiccup cautiously takes another step or two back. In this part of the city, people usually don't drive as fast as they can in the busier parts. And at this hour, not too many cars come by either.

"Toothless, seriously?!" He calls up again, keeping a careful eye and ear out on either side of him. Don't tell him he's stuck on the fire escape again.

"Are you stuck?! Do I need to come get you?!" Hiccup asks, never losing sight of the street he's on. It's still quiet so far, no approaching lights, no roaring engines.

Finally, Toothless calls back to him and the call sounds far, so he must still be in the fire escape after all. Sighing, Hiccup figures he may as well look.

It's at that moment, probably by pure dumb luck, that a dark car with no plates and tinted windows comes speeding from around the corner.

Driving at speeds way, way above the limit, the car can't possibly be avoided. Hiccup sees it coming, has only seconds to stare into the blinding headlights as they come too fast, and there's nothing he can do but get hit.

The front of the vehicle hits his right side with full force first and he ends up on the hood for a brief moment. It all happens so fast, before long he rolls onto the pavement and is left to lie there on the ground. The collision broke some of his ribs, hurt his hip, dislocated his bad knee, bruised his wrists, scraped him all over, and he'll be a lucky man if that is all a hit from such speeds leaves him with.

Body hurting and unable to move, all Hiccup can do is groan. He can't get up like this. Who and why would just run him over like this? His head hurts, he must've knocked it on the ground.

After the hit, the car screeches to a halt and a man steps out. When he comes over, Hiccup can't see who it is, can barely turn his head to the approaching footsteps. When he tries, another pained groan leaves him. He can taste the metallic tang of blood on his tongue.

Everything is too much for his aching head, too much to process. He's on the verge of passing out, it's becoming black before his eyes.

The man who mowed him down stands over him. Hiccup can't see his face, but if he could, he'd see the satisfied look of another job well done. He's grabbed by his arms and pulled towards the car. Hiccup cringes at the unnecessary additional abuse his body must endure.

"W-wait... What're you... Why?" He can't struggle against him, can't keep the man from dragging him towards the car, it's taking him everything not to pass out.

When they reach the car, the trunk is opened and Hiccup is picked up and unceremoniously dropped inside. His body is in agony and he would've shouted if his ribs allowed it, but his apparent kidnapper doesn't seem to care much. If anything, he huffs and the trunk closes, bathing Hiccup in darkness.

What just happened to him? For whatever reason, whether it be the shock or the pain, he still can't move.

While this is happening, Toothless is, indeed, stuck. A fire escape isn't meant for dragons, let alone a dragon his size, nothing in a city is. This is a place for humans, which is why he thought to drag Hiccup back home himself. He wasn't coming of his own volition, so Toothless had to come and see what was taking him so long. But when he gets up to meet with his friend, he finds his tail to be stuck in the railing.

It's a hindrance and it's more annoying than a real problem. He can solve this without needing Hiccup's help, he just needs to be careful not to damage the replacement tailfin he so carefully crafted for him.

Murring impatiently as he tries to find the right angle to do this from, Astrid and Snotlout are watching him from the window, both concerned. From the corner of his eyes, he can see Astrid mouth something and she's gesturing in a way that's supposed to be helping him, but he doesn't quite get it. He's only half-looking, too.

On the other side of the building, Hiccup is calling for him and Toothless calls back once to tell him he's still coming. He just needs to be a little more patient and then he'll be there.

But then he hears a screeching that sounds like a noise one of those large metal contraptions the humans ride on would make. It's an awful sound to his ears, but not as alarming as the noise of a heavy thing hitting something not even a quarter of that thing's weight. And all of that is followed by a noise of pain Toothless is all too familiar with.

Was that Hiccup? Is someone hurting him?

Toothless knows that he needs to see what's happening and he all but tears himself free, the carefully refined leather hooking onto something metal sticking out and ripping. He hurries up the rest of the fire escape up on the roof, climbing the outside expertly like only a cat of his size and strength can, he'll be able to see more from there.

A disability has only affected his speed and agility so much, Hiccup can largely be thanked for that. As someone who is missing a leg, he knows a thing or two about loss. He reaches the roof quickly and he thinks to check the front of the building first, where the noises came from. What he sees confuses him, however.

There's a human male taking his friend and putting him in the back of that metal deathtrap.

His knowledge of humans and their strange behaviors only goes so far and he doesn't know what the intention here is, just that he doesn't like it. This screams "bad" to him and he growls in anger, claws scraping on the bricked walls. Someone is taking his rider away.

The male then gets into the "car", as they're called, and he can hear it revving to life. That's when Toothless knows it's now or never.

He's a Night Fury, leaping off tall things isn't anything new to him, so he takes a chance. He doesn't yet realize that his prosthetic tailfin is torn and that it will hinder him greatly in his pursuit. He wants to land on the vehicle itself, scare the driver, rip him out, and then get Hiccup out. His mate and that small friend of his are in their communal den. If he's loud enough, he can get them to come down and see. In the meantime, he can make sure the bigger male can't touch the car again and that he's too incapacitated to get away, too.

That's the plan, thought up in a matter of a second or two and he commits to it, he takes the leap. Except with a rip in his tailfin and the car moving away at the same time, all Toothless manages to do is scratch up the back and take the rear bumper right off.

Inside the trunk, Hiccup is almost startled to full alertness with his dragon's claws scraping above him and taking a part of the vehicle with him. There's a man's muffled cursing and what a mouth he has on him.

It takes Toothless a second too long to realize that he's holding just a piece of the car instead of the whole thing.

Did he just fail? A Night Fury isn't supposed to fail, if anything, they're supposed to be the pride of dragons! And he just failed his human?

He looks behind him, sees the tear in the cloth Hiccup made for him. He's lost his advantage and now he can't fly after the car either! He wished he'd jumped on time instead of too late, wished he'd thought to jump in front of it, too! If he'd just aimed right, he would've landed on the car instead of just snatching the rear bumper.

All that's left for him now is to chase. He's still plenty fast on the ground, he can leap, he'll find some other way to stop the damn thing. A plasma blast will land him in serious trouble, but that's not even high on the number of things he's willing to do to get Hiccup back.

They're not far, he can still see them.

But then another car comes from around the corner. They aren't driving particularly fast, but finding a dragon in your path is a startling thing and Toothless is startled in return. They almost block his path, nearly driving into the car parked nearby. Then a second comes and a third and they all screech to a halt, honking and yelling in surprise. They do nothing but hinder him in a city that's already too loud and unwelcoming and chaotic for a dragon.

Toothless has to evade them, doing whatever he can to just not get accidentally hit as he chases after his friend. He jumps onto a parked car, trying to spot the one that took Hiccup.

It's nowhere to be found.

Hiccup can hear it as he slips away, the miserable cries of a dragon in distress with cars honking in the distance, both deafeningly loud.

"I'm here, Bud, I'm... I'm here..." His words of reassurance fade as he falls unconscious, losing the fight to stay awake.

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Pain. That's what Hiccup wakes up to hours later. An immeasurable amount of pain and the inability to breathe properly as his ribs are keeping him from it.

He groans miserably, feeling awful after someone came speeding down a relatively calm street to run him over. His head is a little slow in catching up on the events that landed him in this situation, but his body has a great memory. He hurts so much, there isn't a part of him that isn't in agony.

There are voices and an unfamiliar hand lays itself on his forehead. Is he in the hospital? Is there are a doctor or a nurse checking up on him? Oh, can they please give him something for the pain? He woke up only moments ago and he wants so desperately for it to end.

"You wanted him, now here he is." One of the voices breaks through the haze in his mind, the first words he's managing to register so far. Why does his head pound? Why is everything pounding?

He remembers headlights.

"And you felt like you had to run him over, did you?" Run over who? Can either of these two give him something to kill the pain? Or an explanation would be nice, too.

He groans louder, hoping to ask for help, but no coherent words leave him. That hand is in his hair now. Care is nice and all, but it would be much nicer if they could pick up on what he's trying to beg for here.

"You could've killed him on the spot! He might even still succumb to his injuries." No wait, that voice is familiar to him. The other one he doesn't recognize, but this one rings a vague bell. Hiccup has to open his eyes and take a look.

"Don't get my hopes up."

There are two men that he can see through a blurred vision and a dim light that's still a nightmare on his headache. He can't recognize one of them.

The other one, however...

"V...Vi... ggo?" Hiccup asks, voice hoarse. It's the first word that he manages to croak out. What's he doing in the hospital with him? Now that he thinks of it, where is Astrid? Snotlout? He can't remember if Fishlegs and the twins were home.

An image of Toothless flashes before his mind. He was there, wasn't he? Where is he now?

"you're awake, good, I was starting to worry," Viggo tells him, looking down at him with a look that isn't quite as caring as those words would suggest.

Hiccup blinks slowly in surprise.

"Where... What are you doing here? Where am I? Toothless is... What happened?" The questions are slow to leave him, but he's starting to catch up a little. He's not quite as awake as he needs to be yet. Why is this room so dim? Aren't hospital lights usually so annoyingly bright?

He wants to sit up or readjust somehow, feeling too uncomfortable with everything his body is going through. But though he tries, he only ends up worsening the pain in his right side tremendously. Whatever little progress he may have made is undone when he's forced to lie down again. His left knee hurts, did he dislocate it again?

This bed is so uncomfortable and lumpy, is this mattress even from this century anymore?

But the pain wakes him up at least and he can grasp the sort of troubling situation he's suddenly in a little more now.

This isn't the hospital.

He doesn't know what room he's in, but he can see that the little light bulb on the ceiling is bare and the only light source in this place, that the walls are brick, and the floor is made of concrete. If it weren't for the lack of storage space, he'd think that this is a basement, but that couldn't be it, right? He can't just be in someone's basement! He notices there's a ridiculously tiny bathroom off to the side, which at least looks clean.

What Hiccup's lying on is, indeed, a bed and his painful wrists are cuffed to the sides. If he wants to pull at them, he can try once or twice, but after that, they won't allow any more attempts.

Realization comes and panic sets in.

He's been kidnapped.

"Wh-what... What?!" He can't comprehend it, his thoughts and heart racing and struggling to keep up. Hyperventilating and very quickly unable to breathe at all, the rapid pace cannot mix with his broken ribs.

Did Viggo do this to him? Why would he do something like this?! Why would he hit him with a car and take him from his home?!

"Hiccup, calm yourself!" Viggo takes his shoulders and, honestly, how can he expect Hiccup not to freak out when he's been kidnapped?!

Oh Gods, Astrid was right. She was right, Viggo was bad from the start. And he's the idiot who walked right into another trap. Why does he keep getting himself into trouble like this?

Oh no, and what of his Bud? He definitely remembers his dragon being there when he was taken, what happened to him? What could've possibly happened to him?

"No... No! T-Tooth... Tooth?!" He doesn't have the air to ask, his lungs and his ribs in a fierce battle for whose needs need to be met first. They both burn.

"Hiccup, I implore you to calm!" Despite Viggo's best attempts, Hiccup doesn't listen to him, too much in a panic. If this goes on, he'll lose him before he can even start molding him to his perfect partner.

"That's never going to work, Viggo. You know there's only one solution to this." The other man, the stranger, states as he pushes him aside. A soaked cloth is pressed to Hiccup's nose and mouth, the sedative wetting it is breathed in immediately with his fast breathing and it takes its hold just as fast.

A different kind of haze settles in his mind, he's feeling woozy. It works quicker than he can realize he's being knocked out. He's going under, his breathing evening out, and his last thoughts wonders about his friends.

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years ago

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The Ex - Jason Todd x Single !Mom reader part 3/5

Hi, my name’s Ella’, and I’m here to fuck up absolutely perfect families. Hope you’ll like this new chapter of Jay x Single!Mom, I think there’ll be only one more part after this, and um...yup, hope you’ll like it ! :

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5 NEWLY ADDED EPILOGUE : PART 1/3

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“Hey (Y/N).”

He dares to say, a wrapped package in one hand, and flowers in the other.

“…Jess ?”

You whisper, not quite believing your eyes.

Jess. Him. How ? After all this years, why ?

Jess. Him. Viggo’s father.

You don’t think. As soon as the information of who this is finally reaches your brain, and the shock passes, you walk straight to him.

Jason, who knows who “Jess” is, looks at you with a pained look as you rush to your ex, as if you’re about to give him a hug.

And Jess ? Oh Jess. He has an infuriating smile on his face, the kind that means “I’m gonna get exactly what I want and I know it”, and he opens his arms as if you’re about to give him a hug.

Only you don’t.

Oh no. On the contrary. Years of pent up feelings and resentment against him explode inside you, and as you reach him...You punch him right in the jaw with all your might.

Everyone gasps. Jess grunts in pain. You grab your fist and swear because fuck punching people actually hurts ! Viggo, who went to stand next to Jason, lets out a laugh, apparently delighted that you just hit his father.

Your boy knew about who his dad was.

You kept ONE picture of him to show him what he looked like (and Viggo was very happy to see that he looked NOTHING like his father, but resembled you a lot), because you knew the importance of knowing your own identity. Knowing where you came from. Even if it meant knowing that your father was a total fuck up, at least...you knew.

Viggo knew that he left. Right before his birth.

He knew everything you knew, in fact. Because you never refused to answer his questions. You thought he had every rights to know about the man who abandoned him. At the same time, you tried to not be biased and give your son only the truth, the facts.

You never spoke ill of his father.

You always said you and him got along very well, and that you really were in love with him. You even talked about the good times you had with Jess, after all, you two dated for years before you got engaged and you got pregnant...You never spoke ill of his father, but you stated the facts.

Jess left. There was no beating around the bushes. Viggo deserved to know the truth, and you weren’t about to make up some lie about his dad having to leave for some reasons. No. He left, of his own accord, just like that.

Even if at the time you were in love, and even if he was always sweet and nice to you...he ultimately broke your heart by leaving. By not even having the courage to face you to tell you so, only writing a note saying everything was “too much”.

Jess left Gotham city the day his son was supposed to be born. A few months before you were supposed to get married. That was a fact. And maybe he used to be a nice guy, and you used to be in love with him and all of that...but in the end, he still left.

And though when he was younger Viggo couldn’t quite understand what everything meant, and why his daddy decided to not even see him, wondering if he did anything wrong...Now, at the very wise age of eight, he figured things out. After all, he was quite a smart kid.

Actually, Jason coming in yours and his life helped him understand. It had been just a little bit over six months since you started to date Jay, but it was everything Viggo needed to finally get it.

Jess wasn’t his father.

A father doesn’t leave his kid because he suddenly freaked out about becoming a dad ! A father doesn’t abandon his family, just leaving a short note, not even facing them ! A father, a real one, doesn’t run away at the first sign of trouble ! A father takes care of his kid, no matter what.

To Viggo, the concept of a “dad” was kind of a foreign one. He saw dads on TV, in some of his favorite shows and such. He saw his friends’ dads. But...it was always just a theory to him.

Dads were suppose to be there, to play catch with their sons, to help them do their homework, to kiss their booboo and read them bed times stories...But his dad wasn’t there. And you had to fill in and do everything.

Viggo never thought it was a bad thing, not having a dad. Because you, his beloved mom, were absolutely the best !!

But then. Then Jason came in the picture. And suddenly...Suddenly Viggo understood that having a dad was also awesome !

Your son knew since the beginning, since Jason took care of him when he was sick, that night you were suppose to have your first date, that Jason was definitely “real father material”. He instinctively took care of him, even though he didn’t even know him that much !

And though he was yet too shy and unsure about really calling him that, although he was still kind of afraid Jason would freak out if he did...Viggo realized, as his biological father dared to barge in today, that in his heart, Jason already became kind of his dad.

Not that Jess guy.

Not the one who abandoned him and left his mom in a deep struggle all those years ago ! But the one who didn’t actually “have to” stay and yet spend a night taking care of a sick kid he barely knew, and eating nacho chips and guacamole on the floor of a small living room as a first date. The one who didn’t have to stay, and didn’t run away at the first sign of trouble.

And so, seeing you punch Jess’ goddamn lights out was highly satisfying, for the little boy. He knew violence wasn’t a good answer, but honestly, in this instance ? He didn’t care. Because he too, was mad at his “father” for never even wanting to know him. For never taking news about him, and suddenly reappearing right now, as if nothing !

The flowers and the wrapped object Jess was holding went flying in the air before falling on the ground with a loud noise.

“How dare you ?! How dare you come back ? Today, on his birthday at that ?! Who do you think you are ?”

You scream at him, holding your painful fist in your uninjured hand. Fuming. Viggo has never seen you that angry before. It’s kind of scary. Without thinking about it, the boy grabs Jason’s hand. For comfort. And Jason ? He squeezes back, reassuring Viggo immediately.

Your ex straightens back up, and massages his jaw. it’s definitely gonna bruise. Damn, you had a mean right hook ! He looks at you, eyes narrowing a bit, and his next words make your blood boil :

“Who do I think I am ? I’m his dad, that’s who I am.”

Jess quickly realizes his poor word choice as your eyes turn a couple shades darker and you grab him by the shoulder...To violently bring him towards you and headbutt the hell out of him.

He joins the flowers and gift he brought with him, on the floor, as you take a few unsure step backward. Ok, well headbutting someone also hurts. You see stars for a few seconds when...Jason. Of course.

Jason is by your side now. And Viggo is too (you don’t see him, but he harbors a rather satisfied smile, as he sees his father shaking his head, down on the floor, trying to regain his senses after you basically beat the heck out of him).

Your boyfriend lays a supportive hand on your lower back, and you kinda fall against him as your head spins a bit...It only takes a few seconds for you to get back to normal, but you stay against him. You feel as if he’s lending you his strength, and oh god you need it right now. It’s pretty incredible really, how he manages to soothe you in such a situation.

Jess gets back up once more, and, keeping his distance with you this time, says :

“Ok. I’m sorry. I’m aware I just...I...I’m an asshole, ok ? I know. I shouldn’t have left. And I’m sorry I just assumed right now...I know I have no rights after what I did. I know I fucked up. I came here today to try and...fix things ok ? Glue the pieces back together. My sister just got a kid. And I went to see her in the hospital, and when I held my nephew it...Well it just reminded me that I...that I...That I screwed up. Big time. And so here I am. I know I should’ve called, I’m sorry. But I thought coming back on his birthday would...I don’t know, be nice.”

“You thought wrong.”

You say, your voice cold and harsh. Not an ounce of forgiveness in your tone. Tt. What was he thinking ? That because he suddenly realized he was an ass, you’d forgive him that fast ? That you’d forget YEARS of trying to make ends meet ? Of working multiple jobs just to feed your kid ? That you’d forget how much he broke you, when he left you ? Not even saying where he was going ? Or why, exactly, he was leaving, except that it was “too much” ?

Damn right he was wrong.

“Listen (Y/N), I...I’m not playing tricks or anything ok ? I really had an epiphany, with my sister’s kid. I...I want to be part of his life ? Of our kid’s life ?”

“Our ? Buddy, you lost the right to be his dad when you left eight years ago. As I was about to give birth to him.”

There’s a small silence. You completely forgot that Jason’s family was here, as you’re entirely focus on that asshole that basically ruined your life (though the fact that his existence brought Viggo into your life was a blessing..the only good thing left in your heart about Jess, really).

Your ex lets out a frustrated sigh and you think about hitting him once more for a second. How dare he get frustrated with you right now ? But then he takes the flowers and the gift back from the floor, and says :

“Ok I see now is a bad time. Mea Culpa. I guess I didn’t think. I thought...I thought you’d be happy. That I want to be more in his life, you know ? I guess I really should’ve called. Ask for forgiveness before coming over. I’m sorry. I can see you’re busy so...I’ll go now. We can talk alone, later, right ?”

You don’t say anything, and glare at him some more. You don’t take the flowers and the gift he’s trying to give you either. He sighs once more and says :

“Listen, we really need to talk ok ? I’m sorry I didn’t expect you to react that way ok ? Now I do realize you have every rights to. And I’m a total ass for barging in like this. But...in my defense, I didn’t expect you to have any...Company.”

The way he looks at Jay makes your blood boil once more, and you’re about to punch him again but you feel your boyfriend’s hand on your lower back, caressing you soothingly and...It works. You exchange a look with him, and you can see in his eyes that...yes. Yes you understand.

You should probably stop hitting that jerk in front of your son. No matter how big of a jerk he is, you’re really not giving a good example right now (oh but if only you could see the highly satisfied smile your son had on his face right now !).

But it seems that Jess doesn’t quite learn his lessons fast enough, because he has the guts to say :

“So um...I guess that’s my replacement, uh ?”

You narrow your eyes back at him again. Did he just call Jason a “that” ? And what was he even insinuating right there ? Oh my god he had NO rights even making this kind of comment ! But before you can get to him again, and this time kick him in the balls, Viggo says :

“There was nothing to replace, really. You weren’t there.”

You often cursed your son’s smartassness, but in this instance ? You can’t help but smile proudly at him, even if you know you might be a bit petty right now. Eh. Who cares ? You deserve to be petty. Plus given the look on Jess’ face, your boy’s words hurt him more than a kick in the balls would have.

“Outch...But I guess I deserve it uh ? I’m sorry about what I just said. About the replacement. I realize it’s not my place to...I’m sorry. I keep screwing up but...I really didn’t expect you to have company.”

“Oh yeah ? Were you expecting me to wallow forever while waiting for you ? Because I wallowed for about ten seconds, until I realized I had no time for self-pity because I had a kid to feed. All on my own. All of our plans to make it work pfioush, gone into flames.”

“Ok. Ok (Y/N), let’s take a break in the bashing ok ? You can lash out on me later. When we won’t have an...audience. Please, let’s just meet later ok ? Give me a chance to apologize at least ? To explain myself ? Give you my side of the story ? No wait, don’t speak. I’ll um...I’ll call later ok ?”

“I won’t answer.”

“I’ll still call. And hope that when your anger will go down, you’ll give me a chance. I know I don’t deserve it, believe me I do. But...I’ll try anyway.”

He shoves the flowers in your arms, and you catch them by reflex. He then turns to your son and says :

“Happy birthday...Um...uh...”

“It’s Viggo. My name is Viggo.”

“Oh, Viggo uh ? Like the actor ?”

“No. Not at all. You’re completely wrong.”

He’s not sure quite why, but Viggo doesn’t want that guy to know that you named him after the actor indeed. He doesn’t want that guy to know anything ! He should have given him a fake name...Ugh, what kind of father doesn’t even know his own kid’s name ?! It’s not like you stopped him from coming to see him...he just didn’t seem to be interested until now !

Jess looks at your son for a few seconds, and then smiles sadly.

“Well...happy birthday, Viggo.”

Your son reluctantly takes the gift his “father” is giving him in his hands, as Jess turns one final time to you and says :

“I’ll call you later. Sorry again, truly. I hope...I hope you believe me. Talk to you soon, hopefully...Bye (Y/N). I’m sorry. And um...bye buddy.”

Jess finally leaves, and there’s a few more seconds of you not being able to let go of your anger. Of wanting to run after him, and push him down the stairs. But then...Then your son moves, and your eyes follow him.

Viggo walks back in the apartment, passes Jason’s family, and goes into the kitchen. Without saying a word. Worried, you follow after him. Jason does too, so is the rest of his family.

He climbs on the kitchen counter, and opens the window. He looks down in the street, his father’s present still in his hands. There’s a few seconds of confused silence. You’re still so shocked and moved about your ex’s appearance that you don’t even think about going to your eight years old son and scolding him about looking out the sixth floor window like this !

And apparently, Jason, his dad and his siblings are just as confused and lost, because they don’t do anything either.

And then, after a minute or so, Viggo put the gift his father gave him out of the window, dangling it into the air for a few seconds...before letting go of it.

There’s a second of silence, followed by a crashing sound and a “JESUS CHRIST !”...It’s Jess’ voice, you recognize it.

Your son close the window, and looks at you with a disappointed look before saying :

“I missed.”

You don’t know why, but all of a sudden, all your stress, pain and anger from the past few minutes vanish and you start laughing louder than you ever did before. Quickly, the rest of the fam follows.

He missed. Oh my god. That boy...

************

“...it wasn’t a very heavy gift anyway, even if I hadn’t missed it would have just like, knocked him out or something, nothing too bad.”

Viggo was saying to Damian, as he was helping Jason’s brother to put his actual gifts away. Damian was chuckling, listening to your boy. They were in the living room, while you were in the kitchen with the rest of the family.

“I’m...I’m so sorry Mr. Wayne. I realize this isn’t a great...first impression...”

“Please, call me Bruce. And then...It really wasn’t your fault.”

There’s a small silence. Not an awkward one though, as you look apologetically to Bruce, and he looks back at you with a reassuring and paternal look.

You smile back at him and feel strangely appeased. And when you turn to the rest of his Jason’s sibling, and they all smile to you. When you see Damian talking with your son about what does he think he got in his presents ?

You’re reassured.

You turn to Jason and...is that a troubled look on his face or are you just imagining ? Oh yeah no, you did just imagine it, as he brightly smiles at you and comes to wrap a tender arm around your waist.

“We can...leave if you want, you know ? To let you process everything ?”

He says in your ear, and you turn to him, panicked as you answer :

“God no ! I..need to think about something else right now ok ? And it’s Viggo’s birthday, he invited you guys, you can't go !”

Jason nods, quite relieved, to be honest. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay and see Viggo’s cute smile as he blows his candles and open his presents.

But the arrival of Jess kind of...threw him off. Because no matter how much of an asshole that guy was, he seemed sincere when he said that he truly wanted to be part of Viggo’s life. And that was a good thing, right ?

But as Jason’s gaze was drawn back to Viggo, he couldn’t help but feel a big pang in his chest. If Jess was back in yours and his life, what would happen to him ? Jason was already in too deep in love with you, and head over heals for your little boy, to just move on...

************

The rest of your son’s birthday went perfectly well. Better than you ever expected actually, even with Jess coming to ruin everything.

Well, actually your ex didn’t manage to ruin anything in the end, because this party was a true success ! And one of the main reason for that was your son himself. He seemed to have completely forgotten about his “father” coming back, as he took his spot at one end of the living room’s table.

“Time for the candles !”

He chirped happily, and you all sung him the traditional “happy birthday” song.

“Make a wish baby !”

You tell him, and...Yes. You know exactly what he wished for. You can see it in his eyes, as he goes from looking at you to Jason, and then to the rest of Jay’s family. You’re pretty sure you know what he wished for

He blows his candles, making a wish that he doesn’t say out loud because if he does, it won’t happen, right ? And then he turns to the pile of gift on the couch...

“Ya don’t want to eat some cake first ?”

You ask, knowing perfectly that he won’t be patient enough for that, but also will want to be polite and will ask his guests first. Which is exactly what he does :

“Um...You guys want...cake ?”

“Yes.”

They all say unanimously, and Viggo’s face falls. He really was expecting them to tell him he could open his gifts first. He looks absolutely crushed, and slumps back in his chair. He looks pitifully at you, and nods to the cake...and it makes the entire “bat family” feel bad that they made this little joke.

Bruce looks utterly panicked, and it’s kind of a feat, to see THE Bruce Wayne that worried about hurting a kid’s feelings ! You quickly wonder if he was a dotting father to Jason, when he was younger...Probably.

Damian, who’s the only one who actually didn’t answer “yes” glares at all of his family members. How DARE they make that sweet child sad ? And sure, being sad because he has to eat cake and can’t open his present yet is kind of very childish and...Oh but he IS a kid right ? So allow him be bummed out ! And therefor, Damian glares some more.

Tim and Cass are properly mortified that Viggo didn’t seem to understand their jokes. It makes Cassandra want to speak soothing words to him, forcing herself to get out every words she can muster, while Tim freezes, not sure what to do or what to say because now he’s afraid he’ll only make the situation worst...Dick quickly says :

“Oh kiddo, we were totally joking ! Of course you can open your gift now, the cake can wait !”

Viggo’s smile comes back at once, and it turns into a mischievous grin as he says :

“Got ya ! You should see your faces, hilarious !”

And then he jumps off his chair to rush to his presents. You and Jason (who by now was used to your son’s antics) roll your eyes as you witness Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian and Cassandra’s “shocked” face as the kid completely played them, making them think he was actually sad. Damn it. Smart one. They really thought this little boy was...oh, all of a sudden all of Jason’s stories about this little smartass made sense !

************

“...That’s fo-for me ?”

Viggo asks, not quite sure he can believe his eyes as he holds a brand new PlayStation 4 in his hands, staring at it as if it’s the greatest thing he ever saw.

“Um, yes, yes it is. Jason said you didn’t have one...R-right ?”

It kind of totally adorable, to see Bruce Wayne stumbles on his word in front of your son, unsure if he did the right thing or not.

It’s funny, as Jason looks at his father, he has a flashback at when he first arrived at Wayne’s Manor. Back then too, Bruce was quite stressed about doing the right things. Dick and Jason exchange a knowing look. Both of them “experienced” that shy side of Bruce...By the time Tim and Cass came in, Bruce kinda knew what he was suppose to do.

But with Dick and Jason ? Oh he was so often confused. “Alfred, they can have ice cream for dinner, right ?” It was a lot of questions and not many answers.

Jason looked fondly upon Viggo and his father interacting, and he was pretty sure he heard his heart slowly bursting when Viggo calmly settled his new PlayStation on a side, got on his feet, solemnly walked towards Bruce and asked politely :

“May I hug you ? Please ?”

You were pretty sure you “awed” aloud too. Your son was such a sweet little man...You know that he wanted to rush to Bruce and hug the hell out of him, but since he didn’t know him very much and wasn’t too sure either of how to ask...It was just so cute, how he was being so serious while asking for a hug !

“Um...Yes. Yes of course.”

And oh Bruce was in for a treat because when your son gave a hug ? He gave a hug. Your little boy says “thank you, sir” a bit formally and then...he lunges at Jason’s father with all his might, and circled his arms around the man’s neck tightly.

“Thank you so much for the PS4 I love it, oh my god thank you it’s too much I can’t accept it, thanks a lot for it ! I don’t think I can get it because it’s too much...but thank you !”

Bruce answers to the hug by wrapping his own arms around your boy, and is even more confused than before as your son keep saying he can’t accept the gift, but that it’s also the best gift ever and he can’t wait to try it, while not being able to accept it...You chuckle and once again, you’re so proud to have raised such a cute little one, who understands the value of things.

Of course, he’ll accept the PlayStation (you’ve never been able to afford one for him...), but you’re just so proud of him right now, for even thinking about refusing the gift because it’s a bit too much. You’re too happy he can finally have a console though. Of course, he wasn’t a poor little boy cause he didn’t have one, but it was nice, that for once, he could have the same things his classmates had.

Viggo hugs Bruce for two long and cute minutes, and you can see the man slowly relaxing in your son’s arms. Too sweet for this world. When your boy finally let’s go, he smiles widely and then goes to hug his new PlayStation, repeating “I love it I love it” multiple times before he realizes it’s a bit rude to not open his other gifts...

He stands up and takes another one.

“That’s from me !”

Damian says with a smile, clearly eager to see the boy’s reaction. And when your son tears open the box...

“OH MY GOD !!”

He yells, and then all you see is your little eight year old kid running around the living room screaming happily and...the hell did he just get ?

When your son finally calms down, and puts the box on the floor to then proceed on literally jumping on Damian, you finally see what’s the matter.

“Cheese Viking VR”. A virtual helmet with the entire “Cheese Viking” game saga. It was suppose to be sold out, and new production for it was running slow, as the company didn’t expect to sell that many sets...It was probably a pain to find. No wonder, Damian looked so proud of himself !

Jason couldn’t believe his eyes, as he saw his bratty little brother hug Viggo back gladly, and smiling fondly at the kid. He knew they somewhat bonded when you meet them at the arcade room, but it was still a surprise. A pleasant one.

Viggo finally calmed down a second time, and went to sit on the couch, saying :

“Ok guys, if you have any more of this kind of surprises, you need to tell me. Because I don’t think my heart can handle it right now...” your little one says, but it seems like Dick, Tim and Cassandra don’t think their gift will outmatch Bruce’s or Damian’s.

But they’re wrong. They don’t outmatch it, no, but they make your boy as happy as the PlayStation and the Cheese Viking VR set.

Tim gives him a “little chemist set”, and coincidentally, it was exactly the one that your son always wanted but that you could never afford...You had to tell Viggo to be patient, or he would have started experiencing there and there, forgetting the world around him.

Dick gives him an electric skateboard with all the safety gears, and your son just couldn’t believe that this was just for him. He never saw that many toys and such in the same room ! All for him !!

And when Cassandra gave him basically every single action figure in existence about his favorite TV show, you were pretty sure your kid was gonna faint right in the middle of the room.

He gave away many hugs, and said the sentence “I can’t believe this is for me !” a hundred times. This was the first time in your life that you saw your son not having a smart come back ! It was quite something, really ! And oh it was so nice to see your son’s personality making everyone around him beam !

When you saw everyone together, gathered in that tiny living room, you wouldn’t believe that just a few hours ago you were all almost perfect stranger ! That this was your first meeting !

In fact, it felt like you’d been a family since the beginning of time. That Viggo was yours and Jason’s son, and that you were having his uncles and aunt, and his grandfather, over for his birthday...It really REALLY felt like it.

It kinda freaked you out, when you realized this, but also made you incredibly happy. Because your boy ? He deserved to have great uncles and aunt, and a grandfather like the goddamn Bruce Wayne ! And most of all...a dad like Jason, who had absolutely no intention to ever leave (he made that clear on your first date).

But for now, you shook those pleasant thoughts away, a bit afraid you were getting too carried away, and turned to Jason and your boy as it was your boyfriend’s turn to give him a present. Finally.

“Um, seeing what everyone got you, I’m not sure my present will be that great...”

He says shyly, and you know it was a big deal when none of his siblings teased him about it. The wasn't as big as what his sibling’s or dad got for him, but you were pretty sure it made Viggo almost cry.

It was just a simple notebook. At first, Viggo was very confused about it...until he opened it. And discovered that inside, all the pages were covered with “personalized gift cards” Jason drew himself.

It almost made YOU cry too. It was so sweet, and personal, and Jason clearly put a lot of work into it ! It was full of little actives Viggo could do with “The Jason”. Some were simple, like just “a game of catch” or “an afternoon playing Cheese Viking”, while some others were rather big like : “going to see a Baseball match of your fav team at Gotham’s Stadium” or “A week-end in Disneyworld” !

Your son gave Jason the biggest hug he ever gave, and refused to let go for quite a while. And when he finally took a few steps from Jay, Viggo whispered :

“Thanks, dad.”

Which made Jason freeze. He was pretty sure he was the only one that heard Viggo used this word, and that the boy himself didn’t even realize what he had just say. What he had just done to Jason’s heart.

Jason hadn’t felt this happy since before his death. Of course, you and Viggo made him extremely happy those past few months but right now, as the kid called him “dad” in the most natural way in the World...Jason’s heart just couldn’t stop beating. He felt the same way than that day Bruce told him he was going to adopt him.

But his happiness was cut short by a dark thought slowly casting its shadow in his mind...

Jess.

************

Laying next to you in the bed he found himself sharing with you more often than not now, Jason couldn’t sleep.

Probably because you went through a lot of emotions today, you were completely out and were lightly snoring next to him, unaware of his inner turmoil. Unaware that he was overthinking everything. Clinging to his arm sweetly.

Jess’ arrival today, he realized now, touched him more than he initially thought.

He didn’t want this jerk to slowly crawl in his thoughts, but he couldn’t help it.

It was all because Viggo called him “dad”, and made him realize that...He wanted to be that kid’s dad. But he couldn’t really, could he ? Because he actually already had a father, and this father came back today, and was finally willing to come into his kid’s life.

Jason couldn't stop thinking about one thing...What if...What if his own father repented ? What if his own father decided to come back in his life, and start anew ? What if his own father didn’t get into the wrong criminal businesses and got killed, and came to Wayne Manor to ask for his son back ?

Jason was pretty sure he would have forgiven him, because it was his dad. Sure Viggo’s and his situation were different. Jason did live with his father for a while when he was a kid, and with his mother, before leaving for Wayne Manor because they got killed.

And both his parents were abusive and mistreated him...But still. If Viggo had the chance to have his dad back in his life, shouldn’t he take it ? No matter how much Jess screwed up ? Didn’t he deserve a second chance ?

Jason couldn’t stop but think about “what if” his own parents got cleaned and came back for him. What if his own parents actually wanted him, and begged him to come back...What would Jason have done ?

What would he have become ? Would his life get so fucked up ?

Probably not. He wasn’t mad at Bruce anymore, and he knew that his adopted father loved him deeply...but if eight years old Jason had the choice to have a normal life, with normal parents, and to avoid this world of pain that he had to go through...Wouldn’t it have been fairer to take this chance ?

If his parents came for him, if they did everything to get better and go on the path of redemption...Jason was pretty sure that he would have gone back to them, and it was a fact that then, he would never have died. He would never have been so angry. He would...

Ugh. It was so complicated. On one hand Jason viewed Bruce as his father, and only him, because he was the only one who ever acted as a father towards him. But what if his own father came back ? Wouldn’t have it been better for him ?

Jason couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking over and over again about how genuine Jess looked. And how hurt Viggo looked when he threw that gift out of the window.

Jay was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed it, but for a micro-second, Viggo looked like he was about to cry. Looked like he regretted throwing the gift away. And during his birthday, when he thought no one was looking, the boy kept looking back at the entrance door with a thoughtful look.

“What if my own parents came back to get me and take care of me ? Would I forgive the years of abuse and would it be best for me to leave with them to avoid the world of pain Bruce’s life brought me ?”

Sure, Jason willingly jumped into Bruce’s night life. Because for the first time in his life, he found someone that actually cared about him ! He wanted to make him proud ! Plus it was fun...but we all know how that ended.

He kept thinking over and over again. He knew for a fact that Viggo could NOT come into his vigilante’s world. Ever. But then again, Jason knew he would never stop fighting crime.

Maybe Viggo and you were better off without him, and instead would have a better chance at a normal life with...Jess ?

It hurt like hell, to realize that maybe that was it. That maybe it was better for both you and your son to stay away from him.

It’s funny. So far, he had been kind of lying to himself, always thinking that he’d talk about this all Red Hood ordeal one day, in the future. Always saying he’ll tell you all about it “one day”. But never doing so because he knows that as soon as he says the truth, things will forever change.

You and Viggo will be in danger all your life, just for being associated with him and...goddamnit what was he even thinking ?! That he could just have a family with you ? Be a dad to Viggo ? After only six months of relationship ?!

He clearly didn’t think any of this through. He wanted, to be that kid’s dad. For the first time in his life he knew he was in love, he knew he wanted to spend his life with you...Six months or six years wouldn’t make any difference, he just knew his feeling would never change. He knew he didn’t want to touch anyone else but you. Kiss anyone else but you. Make love to anyone else but you.

He knew he didn’t want to give his heart to anyone else but you...You and Viggo. He didn’t want to say anyone else’s name the way he said yours. He didn’t...He knew he would never love again the way he loves you.

But this wasn’t about only him now, was it ? He couldn’t be that selfish, and thrust you into his dark world like that. What would you say, if you knew how many people he killed ? If you knew he actually died himself, and came back to life ? If you knew...the him from the night ?

So far, things were blissful. Things were peaceful. Things were beautiful.

Whenever he came over to your place, it felt like you, him and Viggo were a little family. It felt good, and so easy.

But...Oh god ! He couldn’t believe he allowed himself to be seen THAT MUCH in public with his BROTHERS that day at the arcade ! When it was just you and him, or you, him and Viggo, it was fine, because he became an expert in being able to hide the fact he was Jason Todd-Wayne, one of Bruce Wayne’s heir.

But Damian and Tim ? Everyone knew who they were wherever they went. Especially Damian, who looked so much like Bruce and had such amazing feature like his eyes or darker skin !

Apparently no one saw you all together that day, as no picture had been released but...what if ? Then you would have become the face of every single newspaper in Gotham. Worst, Viggo would have been plastered everywhere !

That alone would put your life and your son’s life on the line ! Being associated with such a powerful family was quite something...but then if it turned “Gotham Official” between you two, he would HAVE to talk about Red Hood and then the threat would be doubled...

Jesus. This was all so painful. Everything. This all realization.

The fact that Jess was now back in the picture and was really Viggo’s rightful father. And this all Wayne/Red Hood thing...He...he couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t be that selfish...could he ?

You moved closer to him in your sleep, and threw one of your leg over his waist. And it’s with a heavy and painful heart that Jason softly kissed the crown of your head. Tenderly showered your face with peppered kisses...And resolved himself to take a harsh decision.

************

The next day, you woke up to an empty bed.

Which was odd. Usually, even if he would he awake before you, Jason would always still be in bed with you...Weird.

You stood up and went to the kitchen and...here he was. He was making breakfast for Viggo. Cute. But...when he looked at you, did you see a flash of pain going through his eyes ? Or did you just imagine it ? You weren't sure.

But when you went to kiss him to say “hello”, his kiss back felt strangely distant. Very unlike him. Usually, he would be so into it, and smile widely afterward...

“Ok I made some breakfast for you too. I’m sorry I have to run, I have important business back at home, see you later ?”

“Um, ok...”

He leaves with a quick “See ya Viggo”. No kiss goodbye to you, as he always gave you. And no kiss on your son’s forehead either.

Odd. You and Viggo exchange a knowing look...

************

You tried to remember everything you did with Jason in the past few days that could have changed his mood that much.

Jesus (Y/N) think, THINK !

But you couldn’t recall doing anything to Jason that would justify his behavior...Why, all of a sudden, was he always too busy to see you ? Why would he refuse to go out in public ? Why was he coming over less and less ?

He kept telling you that is was because there was a lot of work back at Wayne inc but, so far, he always managed to make time for you...or were you just being jealous and too selfish because he spend less time with you ?

Yes, that was probably it. You were being a kid, this was defenitely nothing and he would eventually stop being so busy.

************

Jess called you back a few days after Viggo’s birthday, and you told him to fuck off. But he kept calling and calling and calling...

“Maybe you should give him a chance, you know ?”

Jason’s words surprise you, and you turn a confuse look to him :

“I told you what he did to us, right ?”

“Yes, but I’m a strong believer in everyone deserving a second chance.”

His words kept fighting in your head, over and over again...

************

And Jason kept being busier and busier. Having less and less time for you and Viggo. It got even worst when you finally accepted for Jess to come and see you (not Viggo yet) and talk.

Viggo was at school, and you were talking with Jess in your kitchen when Jason came in...He immediately apologized and though you said Jess was about to leave, Jason still left.

And oh you hated that judgemental look Jess gave you, as if he was saying : “wow, great boyfriend you got there” !

Because Jason was great. He really was ! He was the damn best. He was the perfect boyfriend. He cared for your son, and was always so affectionate towards you ! He always had great thoughts, and was just so sweet !

He was perfect !

But...you guessed perfection didn’t exist, as you felt you and him were slowly growing apart more and more.

************

You still refused for Jess to see Viggo, and to be honest, Viggo had no intention to see his dad anyway !

Jason heard you guys talk about it, as he came by one night...And the way Viggo’s face brighten when he saw Jay, and how he rushed to hug him finally gave Jason a good idea of what he had to do.

For yours and Viggo’s good.

************

He had to. He just had to.

IT didn’t mean it made anything easier, but he knew it was the only way.

He had to leave you..both of you.

He had laid the ground work for a few weeks now, coming to see you and Viggo less often, and being much less attentive and affectionate to you both.

It particularly tore his heart apart, to see Viggo’s cute little smile fall every time he said “not now buddy” when Viggo asked to play with him !

The worst was that time he refused to give him a hug because he said he was “late for work” (a lie), and that other time he said “can’t right now” when Viggo, full of hope, brought his little notebook he got for his birthday and basically tore a random “gift card” from it, clearly not caring what it was, and only wanting to spend time with Jason.

It really, really hurt, that he had to do that...But at the same time, it was the only way. Because if Viggo was getting to attached to Jason, then he would never want to get to know his real father, Jess.

If Viggo decided that Jason was his father...then he would eventually get dragged into this dangerous vigilante’s life. And that...Jason couldn’t let it happen. He’d rather die, than putting this little boy’s life in jeopardy. Or yours.

And though it hurt more than anything in the world, acting that distant and cold toward both you and Viggo, he knew he had to.

He had to...lay the ground work...To make you guys hate him.

Make you realize he wasn’t actually a great boyfriend. Purposefully doing things he would never do usually, but doing them just because he knew it annoyed you.

And yet, he couldn’t quite seem to achieve this goal to make you guys even dislike him. Even when he pushed away on purpose; or when he was a bit rude.

The truth was, he was never able to completely push you two away, or completely be heartless with you. Because he loved both of you with all his heart.

He was deeply in love with you. And Viggo ? Oh Viggo, he found himself thinking of him as his “son” so many times !

But this was dangerous ! You both could never have a real life, if he kept going ! And Jess really seemed to want to get back in your life, and participate in Viggo’s upbringing. And even if he screwed up..maybe he had the right to have a second chance and get to know his own son ?

Yes. Jason had to do it now. And quick. Rip the band-aid...

***********

“Jason, what are you saying ?”

Your pained look almost convince him to backtrack. To not go forward with it. To tell you it’s just a silly joke and to kiss you with all his might.

Oh and the look Viggo gives him, sat at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal in front of him ? It tears him apart. It makes him wish he was still dead. Those innocent eyes slowly realizing that something bad is happening.

But he can’t go back now. He has to go through with it. For your own good. To both of you...so what if you hate him ?

“It’s just too much for me, ok ? Too much at the same time, all this.”

He gestures at you and Viggo, and once again, he has to fight against himself not to go to both of you and give you a hug, apologizing profusely for what he just said and insinuated.

But he knows...he knows that by using the exact same word Jess used in his letter all those years ago, he’d really break this bond you formed with him.

“Too much ?”

You ask, obviously trying to fight tears as you were understanding what the problem was more and more every seconds.

This was what you feared since you started to date him. What you were terrified of as you realized you were completely in love with him, and that Viggo was getting very attached to (you were pretty sure he almost called him “dad” a few times by now).

This was your worst nightmare. All over again...The man you love leaving you because a family is too much for him.

“Yes. You and Viggo. And Jess now too..”

“What about Jess ?”

“Well it’s a bit too much ya know ? He’s part of your lives again and...”

“He is not part of our lives. Plus you’re the one that told me to give him another chance !”

“Yes exactly ! And you did ! Now he’s part of your life wether you want it or not, and he wants to know Viggo so...”

“I don’t want to get to know him Jason, I don’t want to !”

For the third time, he almost cracks. The tone his little boy just used...”his”. No. No he wasn’t his. He was Jess’s. And it was going to be better for him if the bond between him and Jason was cut.

“Well you do whatever you want buddy, but ultimately he’s your dad and he wants to know you ! You know, I wish my dad came back for me when Bruce adopted me ! I really do !”

This was a lie. With all his thinking, Jason came to the conclusion that he would never want another father than Bruce Wayne. No matter how easier his life would have been...But this was his choice, and he already came from a fucked up family and was a delinquent. While Viggo ? Viggo had a bright future ahead of him.

He was cute and intelligent. He couldn’t come into the vigilante’s world...

“Where are you getting at with all this, Jason ?”

You already knew, of course. But you wanted him to say it. You wanted him to spell it out. To face you and tell you.

“I’m getting at...I mean...I think...I think we should break up.”

It’s as if someone just threw a bucket of freezing cold water over your head. And without realizing it...You fall on the nearest chair (Jason has to resist like hell for not suddenly running to you and see if you’re ok) and start to cry.

You don’t even hear what Jason says next, but you know it’s all bullshit. Whatever he says. You know. He’s just trying to be nice and ease the break up, but if you’re being honest, you realized a while ago that he would leave. Because he became suddenly so cold...after Jess’s arrival, really.

A few weeks ago.

Since that day Jason became more and more distant. It was weird. It was so different from those past six months ! And you just couldn’t understand why the sudden change of heart...did he think you were going to leave with Jess ? Because he was your first love ?

But you realized you had never loved anyone before Jason...

Why was he suddenly...like this ? Didn’t he see you had no intention of ever going back to Jess ? And sure maybe you’ll let him see Viggo because after all yes, maybe he deserves a second chance at that “father’ thing but...couldn’t Jason see that your kid already decided who his real dad truly was ?

You don’t even realize your son came to you until he presses his small smooth hands on your cheek, and wipe away your tears.

“I think you should leave.”

You hear Viggo say to Jason. And you wish you could say something but...you knew it. You knew since day one that if Jason Todd broke your heart, you would be a total mess. Worst than ever. And you really were.

Damn. You felt so pathetic, moping on your kitchen table while your eight years old son tried to cheer you up. Took care of you.

“Viggo I...”

Jason was about to say that he still wanted to see the kid. Still wanted to be friend. He just couldn’t cut all ties, it was impossible...he knew it was a bad idea, but he just couldn’t let you two go. IN fact, he was slowly starting to regret his decision.

But Viggo, looking up at him with eyes full of unshed tears, and clearly furious, made everything easier for him :

“I said you should leave. You’ve done enough, don’t you think ?”

He points at you, who seemed to not even be aware of what is happening around you right now. And oh geez you feel like such an idiot for ever even believing in all this...For believing that a perfect man like Jason could be with you, and help you raise your son the last of the way. For believing that you had another chance at love and at having a normal family.

“And please don’t come back. Thank you.”

This is it. This is the day Jason Todd dies a second time.

He can feel it in his heart. He’s not alive anymore.

He wants to reach for you, he wants to reach for Viggo...But he doesn’t. Instead, he takes his duffel bag that he prepared the night before, and leaves. Without even turning back once.

And it’s good that he didn’t, because if he did, his resolve would have shattered. He would have thrown himself on the floor and beg for yours and your son’s forgiveness, say that he wasn’t thinking straight...or tell you the truth ! The all truth ! Why he was leaving right now !

Because it’s better for both of you...It’s to save your life...

Oh but if he had turned to look one last time at you, he would have realized he wasn’t saving anything. On the contrary. As you softly cried uncontrollably, not able to get a hold of yourself while you were known to never wallow in self-pity...You always got back up on your feet. Always moved forward.

For your son. But today...today, even as you see that your tears are really distressing him, you can’t stop crying. Because you feel it in your heart, in your bones...you just lost the love of your life.

And Viggo ? Viggo, for the first time in his short eight years on this earth, he realizes how painful it is, to not have a dad.

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Hope you liked this ! It is currently 7 am and I stayed up ALL night to finish this...(while watching the oscars so I got distracted, but said oscars were over two hours ago so...yeah). I hope it’s not too...bad. I must admit, I’m VERY scared to disappoint you...In the end, I’m glad I stayed up so late (or early, depends on the point of view), cause I’m gonna now go hide in my bed.

So. Yeah. Blahblahblah the usual about feedbacks = life, as well as reblogs.

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hereticpriest · 5 years ago

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Reap your Rewards

Warnings: Dubcon, brutal NSFW

@lvngdvns

Mischa Tarasov, the eldest of the Tarasov children, had always been everything her father wished. She was brilliant, with a keen mind for business, strategy and tactical defense. She was charming, a brilliant liar, and able to think on her feet. She spoke multiple languages, had been tutored in tactics since she was a child, and had been taught varying forms of self-defence since she was a toddler. Ballet, gymnastics and acrobatics had rounded out her training, giving her versatility and instilling an almost unhealthy work ethic in her. She was everything her brother wasn’t; driven, focused, able to lead or follow in any given situation. Mischa could take a punch, could endure torture, and could inflict it effectively. She was everything that Viggo wanted. Which was also likely why he lost her.

John remembers the day he met her. Viggo was having her perform for him when he called John in for a task. Ever the proud father, Viggo had gestured to his pride and joy and told John to stay and watch. She was skilled, John had to acknowledge it. Even The Director would have approved of her skill, though she likely wouldn’t have shown it.

“John, this is my daughter, Mischa. Mischa, dorogaya, this is Mr. Wick. He works with us.” Viggo introduced them.

“I know who he is, papochka. He killed my boyfriend for you.” The eighteen-year-old hummed, locking eyes with John and blowing him a kiss. Viggo laughed, clapping John on the back and getting him to sit so they could talk while Mischa danced.

Later that same day, John had laid Mischa across her lavish four-poster bed and eaten her out. He had the pleasure of being the first man to make her squirt, the first man to fuck her mouth, and the first man to make her cum without touching her clit. He still remembers the day that, after completing a job, Mischa had crawled into his lap with a stiletto and told him to carve his initials into her thigh. That was also the second-last time he saw Mischa. By then she was twenty-one, in university, and she was leaving in a month to visit her family in Russia.

He remembers her golden blonde hair that always smelt like violets. He remembers her peridot eyes, truly the window to her soul. He could always read her by her eyes, though he was aware that was a talent all for him. He remembers the way he fucked her in the ass, just to say he was the man who had so many firsts with her. She’d bit down on his belt, screaming bloody murder at him despite the fact that he was well aware he’d prepared her enough to take it. Maybe he hadn’t asked for permission, but he rarely did with her. They were toxic that way. Always fighting for the next scrap of eachother. He had scars on his back from her nails ripping into him, and another on his shoulder from her biting into him while he took her on her father’s desk. Perhaps that’s part of why they never worked out.

She left for Russia, left him, and the next and final time he saw her was an accident four years later. He came in to get the details for a job, and she was visiting her father and brother. He knew she had left the mob a couple of years back and had been working for the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow, but he didn’t know she would be back. He fucked her again in her hotel room, forcing her up into an arabesque and making her scream so loud they got a noise complaint. He took a necklace with him, one that her father had given her when she was little. Maybe part of him knew he wouldn’t see her again.

Which brought him to his current situation. Iosef was dead, Viggo was dead, and he was still angry. Without Helen, his impulse control was shot, and he did the only thing he could think to do. Finding her took the longest. She was back in America, living and working in New York City at the American Ballet Theatre School. Aurelio ended up being the one to give him an address, as he had worked on her bike only a couple of months ago. According to Aurelio, she was assisting a sommelier on the side, designing custom weaponry and modifications. Otherwise, she didn’t have her hands in any business anymore.

Despite the fact that she hadn’t been in the game in at least ten years, he packed enough heat to handle anything. She hadn’t changed her name for some reason, so she clearly could protect herself still; if she couldn’t she would be dead.

Mischa has a pretty regular routine. Up at four AM to be at practice and geared up before six, lunch at eleven, teach classes from noon to four, practice from four to five-thirty with a half hour cooldown, dinner, and then custom work for Hephaestion’s clients until bed at nine or ten. She rarely deviated from her schedule, and only when she didn’t have design work to do. She didn’t have a boyfriend, and only had a couple of friends, one of which was her roommate, Mallory. Mal rarely was home, spending most of her time with her lover, an older man who retired from the life before Mischa and Mallory met. Duncan was one of the few people who knew who Mischa was, but he didn’t bring it up beyond a quick conversation when they met that ended in Mischa reminding him that she knew how to kill him if he crossed her friend.

Mallory and her boyfriend were an odd pair, but they fit, and they left Mischa with the apartment to herself most of the time, so she wasn’t complaining. It was nice having company when she needed it after living a lonely life for so long. It was also nice having someone who understood Mischa, who shared her life and herself and her boyfriend with Mischa. It had been a bit of an accident the first time. Mal was teasing Mischa about never going out and getting laid, legs draped over Duncan’s lap while they shared a bottle of bourbon and a pizza. Mischa was sitting on the floor, her head leaned back against Mallory’s stomach while Mal played with her hair. Duncan had told Mal not to tease her, that Mischa was clearly not someone who could give herself to people she didn’t trust, but also didn’t want any attachments.

“You trust us.” Mal argued when Mischa agreed with him. She agreed again, and Mal thought about it for a moment before giving Mischa’s hair a gentle tug. “You need to get off, Mischa. All you do is work. You’re so tense you make my shoulders hurt just looking at you.”

“Find someone I trust, who also won’t get attached and just wants fun, and I’ll be all for it.” Mischa retorted, and Mal shut her up with a kiss. The trio ended up in Mischa’s bed, as it was the largest, and the next morning, everything was as normal as any other day. Duncan and Mallory continued their relationship without Mischa, without any pressures, and their relationship as a trio was reserved for days when Mischa needed them, or Mallory needed her, or Duncan felt like spicing things up. It was the most comfortable life she could have ever imagined for herself, and she wasn’t sure what she would do when Mallory moved in with Duncan and left her.

Mal and Duncan had been at his place for nearly a week straight, so Mischa took advantage of the massive bathtub that had sold her on the apartment, then walked around in her robe for the night. Standing in front of the window with the night sky behind her and the skyline of the city, she opened her robe enough to offer a tantalizing view of her body and took a picture, sending it to the couple with a text saying she missed them. She was feeling tense again, and she missed Mallory’s voice echoing through the apartment.

She had the weekend off of work, and only had to do her stretches to keep herself limber, so she popped a bottle of red and took two large gulps. She draped herself over the couch, kicking her feet up and closing her eyes. The bottle went to her lips again, and she chugged down a fair amount, but a crunch from the other room alerted her and she threw the bottle in that direction before flipping over the back of the couch. Grasping a knife from its hiding space under the couch, she eyed her exit points and crawled along to the side table to fetch her bronze knuckles.

“Mischa.” His voice sounded from the kitchen, and she swore, peaking out to catch a view of him then throwing the couch in his direction. It knocked him, and she took the chance to bolt into her bedroom and slam the door behind her. The lock wouldn’t hold him off for long, but it gave her the chance to arm herself with the TTI TR-1 Ultralight that she had hidden under her bed. The door comes off of its hinges easily, and Mischa catches her first sight of him in years. He’s still beautiful and it infuriates her that he still sends a pulse of heat straight to her core at the mere sight of him.

“Mischa, stop.”

“I know why you’re here, John. Finish off the family, huh? Doesn’t matter that I had nothing to do with my brother or father’s actions, and it doesn’t matter that I haven’t come after you despite you taking out my only family. I’m not stupid, lyubimiy.” Mischa throws the knife at him and smirks when it buries itself in his shoulder. From his shout, it went deep. However, he knows where she is now, so she begins to crawl under the bed to get to the other side, only to be grabbed by the hips before she gets more than her shoulders under. John wrenches her out, slamming her head against the frame and stepping on her hand to get her to release the SMG she’s clutching.

“Mischa, stop fucking struggling.” John curses, hand wrapping around her throat and yanking her across the floor.

“Let go of me, John.” Mischa claws at his hand, then rotates and hooks her legs around his body. One around his neck pulls him off-centre, while the other gives her leverage to knock him over and get herself up. She gets atop him, pinning him carefully and striking him in the face with her modified bronze knuckles, leaving the imprint of her name in his cheek.

“I won’t go down easy, John. I didn’t take revenge, but if you want to pull this shit with me, I’ll make sure you fucking work for it.” Mischa growls. She fights his attempts to get up, but he jabs his thumb into the spot where he had carved his initials all those years ago, and she goes off balance. He throws her down, straddling her, and she struggles harder, rolling onto her stomach and trying to pull herself from beneath him.

“I certainly want to kill you now, printcessa.” John hisses, slamming her face into the floor again to disorient her, then yanking her robe off. She fights, but he is stronger than her and she can’t see straight, so he is easily able to overpower her, yanking her legs apart to make room for him.

“John, you fucking piece of shit, don’t you dare!” Mischa shouts, and he slaps her, her ears ringing from the impact. He’s inside her before she can say another word, and the entry is made easy by how soaking wet she is.

“I’m not here to kill you, Mischa.” John growls in her ear, yanking her back into brutal thrusts that make her gasp for air. He wraps his hand around her throat, pulling her back so he can kiss and suck at the sensitive skin of her neck. When he sees a DV tattooed behind her ear under an MS, he feels a sick sort of rage build in his gut. He shoves her face down against the floor and fucks her brutally, pulling her back into his thrusts to make sure she will feel him for days.

“Scream for me, Mischa. No one is coming to save you. Not from me.” John groans as she clenches around him and bites back a cry, “You’ve been mine since I first saw you, printcessa. You’re still mine.”

Mischa gasps, clawing at the floor, hips pushing back into him like she isn’t sure if she wants to get away or not.

“Who are MS and DV?” John asks, nipping at her ear, fighting the sick desire to slice the foreign initials out of her. Mischa shakes her head, biting into her wrist to hold back an answer and her screams. He drops his hand to circle her clit in the pattern she used to like, rutting into her until she screams around her skin and shatters to pieces around him. He fills her moments later, her clenching cunt milking every drop from him.

Mischa twists her head to look at him, mouth red with her own blood and eyes hazy, and then her world is darkness.

#John wick #john wick/reader #john wick/oc #duncan vizla #polar #duncan vizla/oc

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tabloidtoc · 4 years ago

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Star, November 2

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Meghan Markle 6 months pregnant with a girl

Page 1: Kelly Osbourne’s super slim down -- calling 2020 her Year of Me she has dropped 85 lbs. and counting

Page 2: Contents, Hailey Bieber

Page 3: January Jones using a roller to smooth her face, John Lennon’s lookalike son Sean Lennon lit up the Empire State Building in blue to honor John on what would have been his 80th birthday, Ali Larter burst into a giggle fit during a solo stroll in Santa Monica

Page 4: Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s kids will be like many kids of divorce: squarely stuck in the middle of their battling parents -- Angelina is fighting to take them all away on either Thanksgiving or Christmas but Brad wants the kids to spend time with him and his folks in Missouri which Angie refuses to agree to

Page 5: Not all the action on the Mission: Impossible 7 set has been for the cameras as Tom Cruise has been getting flirty with two of his costars Vanessa Kirby and Hayley Atwell while filming in Italy -- Tom’s following Vanessa around like a puppy one moment and Hayley the next and telling them how beautiful they look and how well they played a scene and he’s obviously got the hots for both of them -- Hayley is flattered he’s taken such an interest in her while Tom felt sparks with Vanessa a few years ago while shooting Mission: Impossible -- Fallout but she had a boyfriend then and now that she’s single Tom’s saying she’s the perfect combination of classy and cute, Ryan Gosling’s family is wondering whether he’s catering too much to his partner of almost a decade Eva Mendes because it’s been years since he has visited his relatives back in Canada and they’re pointing the finger at Eva and while Ryan swears he’s happy as a homebody especially during the pandemic his family is upset at the lack of contact and they are fed up with Eva for keeping him a virtual prisoner in L.A., while Rumer Willis feels she’s met her match in newly single Armie Hammer her parents Bruce Willis and Demi Moore are warning her off of him -- they’re happy that Rumer is happy but they don’t think she should be dating a guy with two young children who’s just starting divorce proceedings but Rumer isn’t worried that she’s a rebound because they were friends before the split and once the dust settles she believes they really have a chance

Page 6: Hoda Kotb and her fiance Joel Schiffman have submitted paperwork to adopt another child, sister drama between Kendall Jenner and Kylie Jenner is making for a great new storyline on Keeping Up With the Kardashians especially after things got physical during a car ride on a family trip to Palm Springs and the spat wasn’t just for the cameras -- Kendall and Kylie have been growing apart for years and although they make out like things are OK and still goof around on Twitter but the reality is they get on each other’s nerves -- Kendall thinks Kylie is a spoiled brat and believes momager Kris Jenner gives her preferential treatment because her brand brings in more bucks -- it’s so sad because Kendall and Kylie used to be so close, Star Spots the Stars -- Katie Holmes and Emilio Vitolo Jr., Sofia Vergara, Kyle Richards, Zoey Deutch, Camila Morrone, Olivia Munn, Maren Morris

Page 8: Star Shots -- despite ditching her typical baggy clothes Billie Eilish still turned heads with her signature neon green hair and pricey shoes, Gavin Rossdale playing tennis, Viggo Mortensen gave his seal of approval to a plaque in his honor at the 12th Lumiere Film Festival where he screened his new film Falling in Lyon, France

Page 10: Luke Bracey had everything he needed arriving on set of Baz Luhrmann’s untitled Elvis biopic in which he portrays music mogul Jerry Schilling in Gold Coast in Australia, Gwen Stefani during a photoshoot in Calabasas

Page 11: Joe Manganiello brought his dog Bubbles to the drive-in screening of his new film Archenemy at Beyond Fest, stage vets Bernadette Peters and Joel Grey took cover at the surprise A Moment for Broadway pop-up in Times Square a socially distanced performance to celebrate NYC’s theaters which have been dark since March

Page 14: Sharna Burgess was in good spirits heading into Dancing with the Stars rehearsals, Justin Bieber on a Vespa around his neighborhood in Beverly Hills

Page 15: Shia LaBeouf showed off his tattoos during a run, Scout Willis’ rescue dog Grandma nestled comfortably during a mid-day stroll

Page 16: Kristen Taekman decorating her house for Halloween with son Cash

Page 17: Nev Schulman took a spin on rollerskates outside the Dancing with the Stars rehearsal studio, Rob Lowe at the beach in Santa Barbara

Page 18: Normal or Not? Rita Ora bundled up for the dropping temperatures in London -- normal, Jessica Simpson riding her son Ace’s bicycle -- normal, a bespectacled Gwyneth Paltrow during a spa day -- not normal

Page 19: At 6-foot-6 Charles Barkley had to squat to have his temperature taken before checking into a Beverly Hills hotel -- normal, Liam Hemsworth showing off his muscles during a workout with swimmer Ross Edgley -- normal, Dax Shepard decompressing in bed next to his dog Frank -- not normal

Page 20: Fashion -- stars are classic in black dresses -- Zendaya, Elle Fanning, Regina King

Page 21: Sara Sampaio, Margot Robbie

Page 24: Dominic West who played a cheating husband on The Affair was snapped kissing Lily James despite being wed to Catherine FitzGerald since 2010 and after the photos made headlines he and his wife released a handwritten statement during a bizarre photo-op at their London home -- Catherine was humiliated by the news but she’s known to turn a blind eye and Dominic’s mad as hell with himself for getting caught -- meanwhile Dominic and Lily are set to resume production on BBC’s The Pursuit of Love which they’ve been filming in England sine July and Dominic is focused on fixing his fractured family which includes the couple’s four kids and he is committed to proving things with Catherine are strong and capable of surviving this

Page 25: After seeming to find love at last Bethenny Frankel has called it quits with Paul Bernon after two years together because their long-distance romance proved too difficult to sustain even though Paul was willing to relocate from Boston in order to move in together but Bethenny got spooked and said no, Kristin Cavallari was spotted locking lips with comedian Jeff Dye during a night out in Chicago and those close to Kristin suspect there’s a motive behind her showing PDA with another man just six months after she and Jay Cutler announced they were splitting up: Kristin is big on getting the upper hand and kissing Jeff for everyone to see was a way of her telling Jay she was totally over him, after more than two years of dating Tobey Maguire’s girlfriend Tatiana Dieteman wants to make things official but Tobey is wary of settling down following his split from ex-wife Jennifer Meyer the mom to his kids -- now Tobey and Tatiana are at odds over their future and neither of them is backing down

Page 26: Cover Story -- Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are having a girl -- Harry and Meghan are secretly expecting baby No. 2

Page 30: Ellen DeGeneres’ ratings troubles -- a dip in viewership shakes the daytime TV favorite leaving a struggling Ellen fighting for her show

Page 32: Making Marriage Work -- despite hitting some bumps these stars put in the effort to save their relationships -- Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade, Beyonce and Jay-Z, Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel

Page 33: Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas, Jana Kramer and Mike Caussin, Julianne Hough and Brooks Laich

Page 36: Beauty -- Boo-tiful makeup -- Halsey

Page 38: Entertainment

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Kelly Clarkson hosted the 2020 Billboard Music Awards featuring Lizzo

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ashleybenlove · 7 years ago

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Dawn of Destruction

All right, episode 7!

Also known as somehow the episode that got me horny. (Also the power flickered on and off several times but I powered through it hehe.)

Fishlegs, where is your Hiccupy boyfriend?

Fishlegs struggles with whether or not to invade Hiccup’s privacy.

Fishlegs’ other boyfriend Snotlout just snuck up on him.

Johann is here.

And apparently no one ever sees Hiccup because he and Astrid are too busy kissing. To steal a comment made in The Defenders... is he knee deep in her?

NO BETTER. They’re sparring and that is fucking hot. Like. unf. Like... REALLY hot. Like, how I feel about the gang tied up and captured by the Defenders of the Wing.

You’re killing me Dreamworks.

FUCK.

They’re gonna fuck after this sparring session. You’re engaged to be married. It’s fine. Please go have sex immediately. For me.

Snotlout is so jealous. OT6. (I do sometimes like to think that Hiccstrid is sort of the primary couple in the polyamory)

What kind of oil? Also this episode has fucked me up in a different way.

Also apparently Johann was otherwise engaged with a Northern Native. THAT’S CODE FOR SEX.

Is that lettuce? Or cabbage?

Johann mentions a place that is spelled per captions as Aberdine but is pronounced like Aberdeen which is in Scotland.

Johann really wants to tell the gang about his sex life is what I’m getting or maybe I’m just horny.

Snotlout just called Hiccstrid a power couple. yesss

The way Ruff said “I love when doubt creeps” was so... sexy??? And she said it to Astrid. EPISODE STOP IT.

Astrid nuzzled her forehead to Stormfly.

Hiccstrid, you’re also killing me. Keep being beautiful and wonderful. I love you.

THIS IS HOT

I am convinced that they’ve fucked. They’ve done it.

they way they flew together OH MY GODS. SNIFF. BEAUTIFUL.

They definitely made love after that moonlit flight. There’s no way they didn’t. It was probably beautiful.

THE REST OF THE GANG AT THE EDGE IS UNDER ATTACK IN THE MORNING.

THEY ARE PANIC.

YES GET TO A SAFE PLACE.

SNOTLOUT TAKES THE LEAD.

Tuffnut yells that it was a pleasure knowing them all. NICE.

THE TWINS JUST SCREAMED “TO VALHALLA AND BEYOND”, My Buzz Lightyear fangirlness is SCREAMING.

Viggo referred to Fishlegs by his last name. And told Krogan to take him alive.

Viggo and Krogan are butting heads.

THAT IS A HUGE SINGETAIL.

Fishlegs found the cave from Follow the Leader again!

Snotlout is happy to see Meatlug and I love that he says this: “Fishlegs was shot down. We need to find him!” 💖💖💖

HICCSTRID AND STORMFLY AND TOOTHLESS TO THE RESCUE, BITCHES.

Hiccup apologizes that they should have been there.

The gang except Fishlegs has fallen back, retreating from the Edge.

Hiccup comforts Meatlug even though obvs it hurts Hiccup too. It hurts me too.

Hiccup is so torn up about this. My heart.

DARKVARG.

Tuffnut just called them “we the Nordics” and also mentioned the Italians.

Hiccup has an idea of where Fishlegs is hiding.

“We have to find Fishlegs first, even if it means losing the Edge.”

Hiccup tells them that if they get separated they should go to Mala’s island.

Aww, Snotlout says it’s nice to have Hiccup back. AWWW.

ASTRID BADASS.

Toothless owns the night.

Darkvarg tried to protect Fishlegs!!

Oh no they captured Fishlegs!

NOPE MEATLUG AND THE GANG TO THE RESCUE. YES.

And the gang retreats away from the Edge and Hiccup sets fire to his hut. Oh.

Mala’s Island.

“we all need to focus together as one” if this isn’t exactly what i think about with the OT6 then I don’t know what is.

Oh wow Snotlout and Fishlegs saved Hiccup’s secret project. What great boyfriends! Which is another Dragon Eye. Okay.

REALLY VIGGO. YOU’RE AT THE VOLCANO. Apparently they really want that damn Dragon Eye.

#how to train your dragon #Race to the Edge #rtte spoilers #season 5 #Dawn of Destruction #Rock You Like A Hurricane 2k17: ashleybenlove Watches RTTE S5 While There’s A Hurricane A Coming #ashleybenlove posts #slurs #ot6: we’re fast we’re fearless and we ride dragons

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evilwriter37 · 10 months ago

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I like one of my male friends, but he has a boyfriend. So I wanted to know how you think that kind of situation would go with Hiccup and Viggo. Hiccup already having a boyfriend, but Viggo likes him. (No, my male friend does not know. And he will not know. I don't want to make things awkward. He's cool and funny.)

Ah, I get that. Hate when that happens, but am really glad you have his friendship!

And omg, full on sabotage. Viggo would try to do every little thing he possibly could to break up that relationship and get Hiccup to be with him. I can even see him framing Hiccup’s boyfriend as having done something horrible and then leaving himself as the only one to comfort him. It would be super toxic, and Viggo would try everything to isolate Hiccup and make him his.

#asks #toxic relationship #abuse #httyd #hiccup haddock #viggo grimborn #vigcup

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ao3feed-hijack · 5 years ago

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"Good times gonna come"

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FKLQht

by NudulZR

"La depresión me ha cortado las alas pero la ansiedad espera que vuele."

Hiccup se encierra en su mundo oscuro y solitario, donde la depresión y la ansiedad son la única compañía constante, su padre casi nunca está en casa y su madre murió hace años al dar a luz, cuando su pequeña e inexistente familia se muda a Burgess trae consigo nueva escuela, nuevo barrio y nuevos rostros, entre ellos un chico albino demasiado alegre y un pelinegro bastante distante, la vida de Hiccup dará un giro completo...¿pero será para mejor?

Words: 2367, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Tangled (2010), Brave (2012), Big Hero 6 (2014), Frozen (Disney Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon), Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider, Rapunzel (Disney), Elsa (Disney), Anna (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Merida (Disney), Astrid Hofferson, Hiro Hamada, Light Fury (How to Train Your Dragon), Viggo Grimborn

Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Toothless, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel, Elsa (Disney)/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Anna/Kristoff (Disney), Light Fury & Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon), Viggo Grimborn & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Additional Tags: Depression, Anxiety Disorder, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Kissing, Boyfriends, Gay Sex, Drama, Lies, Frostcup - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FKLQht

#hijack #frostcup #hijack fanfiction #ao3feed #frostcup fanfiction

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krattgirl124 · 2 years ago

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Touch Starved: A Viggo x Gobber story

So, this was what being in a loving relationship was like. Having someone by your side, in a romantic way, it was…strange to say the least. Viggo was never the type to have an actual relationship, he was far too busy as chief of the dragon hunters at the time. An old life here he would search desperately for the dragon eye, hunting down as many dragons as he could find to sell them…yet…here he was now.

Sitting on a sea stack with Gobber the Belch at his side, the right side to be specific. It’s strange what time does to one’s feelings for a person, over a decade ago when he was still a dragon hunter, he had held an auction where he first met the blacksmith. It was kinda hard not to look at him back then, there was a certain spark that was hard to explain to anyone, and that spark was still there, even after all these years.

As Viggo gave Gobber the frequent side glance, he could feel a strange tingling sensation both in his chest and in his hands, which caused them to start shaking. This made no sense, why was this happening? Why was his body feeling so…anxious all of a sudden? He flew hundreds of dangerous missions by himself and took down ships that he would normally be trying to dragon proof and protect, so why was he feeling like this?

His shaky hands didn't go unnoticed by Gobber, who quickly turned his body to the side to face him, using his right hand to gently grab Viggo by the chin and turned his head to look at him face to face, “Are you alright? You’re shaking.”

Something about Gobber’s big, yet gentle hand seemed to drop a strange weight on Viggo’s shoulders. Many years ago, he witnessed this man fighting with his brother, easily tossing him around and performing insane stunts, yet now, he was as gentle as anyone could be. Grabbing Gobber’s hand with his own, Viggo bent his head down to kiss the old blacksmith’s hand.

“My dear Gobber, I assure you, everything is fine. It’s just leftover nerves from my last solo mission. I never truly knew how scary those can be until you finally are on the side of the riders.” This was more to convince himself than his date, as the true cause of these sudden shakes were unknown.

“If it’s nerves, then maybe you just need something to keep your mind busy. How about we go back to my hut and I can cook a delicious meal.”

That sounded like a good plan, it had been a while since he or Shockwave got to relax and enjoy a proper meal. Nodding in agreement, the two men got back to their feet, Gobber taking a little longer due to his age, but that didn’t remove the smile he had on his face. Once he was back on his feet, the blacksmith stared into his eyes, slowly lifting his hand out to touch the left side of his face, being extra careful with the old burn scars. This caused Viggo to stiffen, what was he doing?

“I’ve never noticed until now, but you have a very pretty brown eye.” He complimented, catching Viggo off guard, “You’re more handsome the longer I look at you.”

Viggo felt a strange stinging in his chest and it only grew more as Gobber delicately rubbed a part of the scar with his thumb. Is this what it felt like to receive physical affection? He found himself reaching to grab Gobber’s hand and leaning his head against it. No one has dared touch his scars since they first happened, not without the risk of getting a limb sliced off. But having Gobber do it was different, even with his hook replacing his other hand, Viggo never felt more safe with this one Viking than with anyone else in the archipelago.

“Wow, I never knew the former chief of hunters had this softer side to him, I like it.” Gobber added as he took a step closer until their bodies were touching. Viggo was a couple inches taller than him, but that wasn’t going to stop him from what he was about to do. Using his hand and his hook to pull the former hunter down a little, Gobber gave Viggo a kiss. It didn’t last long, as it was their first, but the moment still left the both of them speechless.

Viggo stared down at the blacksmith, the stinging continued to grow in his chest as his body seemed to move on autopilot. He opened his mouth to say something, trying to say anything about what just happened, but nothing came out.

“Maybe it was too soon for that,” Gobber broke the silence as he glanced to the side, “We’ve only been dating for a short while and-“ he was cut off as Viggo grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in for another kiss. He stiffened at first as Gobber wrapped his arms around his small waist, but never broke the kiss. Adrenaline pumped through his body as he wanted nothing more than to be with this man right here. To be by his side in all tough situations, be given the love that he was neglected all his life.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte viggo #httyd race to the edge #httyd au #httyd viggo #httyd gobber #gobber the belch #httyd story #httyd fanfiction #rarepair #It’s them again #Viggo has a comforting boyfriend #first kiss

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animalsarepeople2 · 7 years ago

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You're Not Alone

Hiccup was supposed to be sleeping, but his brain had other plans for the night. Most of them including worrying about the plan for the battle… which was going to take place in less than twenty-four hours. He couldn't stop double-checking every little detail. Making sure that everything would work out. And, also… well… Astrid. The whole relationship with them was a little difficult to understand right now. The two hadn't really talked about it since that perfect kiss by the sunset. Hiccup couldn't stop contemplating it.

It was clear that his mind would not let him rest tonight, so he decided to take a breather outside. Just for a little bit. Keep an eye on the base, maybe do a couple of rounds… yes, that's what he'd do.

He sat up in his bed, startling Toothless awake.

"It's okay, bud," Hiccup assured his Night Fury. "I'm just going to go on a little walk… you know. To clear my thoughts. I need to think, and I just can't do it in here..."

Toothless growled his permission, then set his head back down. It was clear that Hiccup wanted to be alone. Hiccup smiled, then got up. He dressed quickly and was soon in the fresh outdoor air.

There were at least a million stars out tonight, and they seemed quite bright in the darkness. They always took Hiccup's breath away. It reminded him just how big the archipelago was… and the world beyond it. So many stars... They made Hiccup think of his father's familiar quote: "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."

Tons of stars. Just one Hiccup. His petty worries… they shouldn't have mattered. He should've been sleeping. That way, he could help the needs of the many.

Yet his body tugged him down the stairs of the Edge and to the platform the Riders would often sit on and watch the ocean. Especially Fishlegs, who always declared everyone needed some relaxation at the end of the day. Astrid and him had just a few days ago sat here and watched the sunset… talked a little… admitted a couple of things… leaned in… kissed...

With a sigh, Hiccup sat down, then stared at the waves. They were like his thoughts. Rushing this way and that, tumbling over each other to be the first one seen.

Project Shell-Fire.

The Riders.

The plan.

Astrid.

He had to force himself to think of the absolute priorities.

The plan? Well, it all seemed to go well in his head. But things were different in real life… would it work in the end? Or would he get his team hurt?

His shoulders collapsed, and he leaned forward. It was hard being the team leader at times. He had to control the group, make the plans, be sure that they would work, and on top of that, maintain a collected appearance even if he was freaking out. Like now. What if he did something wrong? What if he miscalculated the time to attack? What if he-

"Hiccup?"

Hiccup jolted at the unexpected voice in the dark. He turned around to see Astrid standing a little ways behind him. She was wearing her usual day-to-day outfit, even though it was the middle of the night. Her clear eyes suggested she hadn't been able to sleep. Like me, thought Hiccup.

"Astrid," he greeted, rubbing his temples. "What are you doing up?"

Astrid came closer, then decided to sit down next to him. "Probably the same reason as you."

"Worrying about the plan?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wondering if it'll work?"

"Of course..."

Hiccup smiled. "You're not alone in that."

Astrid smirked back at him. "I didn't believe so… but, Hiccup, think about it; the entire council of Berk, the Riders, and the auxiliary team have all put their heads together to form this plan. It'll work. If none of us have spotted any problems, then I'm sure that we'll all be fine."

"Yeah," said Hiccup, but he sounded a little doubtful. "I guess…"

They watched as the waves crashed over each other. The silence suddenly became awkward. Hiccup gave a nervous cough, and Astrid tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

The pair spoke at the same time.

"So-"

"I was thinking-"

They stopped, then began to chuckle.

Hiccup waved a hand at Astrid. "You first, milady."

She nodded, though Hiccup caught her rolling her eyes. "Ever the gentleman, aren't you?" She shook her head, smirking, but her comfortable expression soon faded to a more tense one. "Well, anyways… Hiccup… tomorrow's battle isn't all I've been thinking about…"

Hiccup raised his eyebrows, though the same was true for him. "Oh?"

"Yes." She looked up at the stars, and Hiccup followed suit. "I know I'm supposed to be only focusing on Project Shell-Fire, whatever it may be… but… well, I keep on thinking about something else, too, Hiccup."

Hiccup swallowed, knowing what was coming.

"A few nights ago. Here. The sunset. The… kiss."

Hiccup's cheeks heated, as did Astrid's.

"And, Hiccup… I was also wondering about..."

Hiccup stole a furtive look at his… friend. She sneaked a glance at him a moment after he looked away.

"About what?" said Hiccup. But, deep inside of him, he knew.

Astrid nudged the other Rider playfully, but Hiccup's heart fluttered at her touch. "I was wondering," she said, "about… us."

Hiccup scooted in a little closer. "Astrid…"

"I know, I know… I should just be thinking about the battle, but I-"

Hiccup shook his head. "No, that's not it… truth be told, I've been thinking about us, too. A lot, in fact. As much as I try to get you out of my mind… I can't." He swallowed nervously, self-conscious of things he was saying. "So… well… um…" He sighed. He needed to be straightforward. He wasn't supposed to stutter, or be nervous. He had to be confident. Clear. Certain. He opened his mouth to try again, but Astrid beat him to it.

"…I… think about you often, as well..." She looked down and tapped her fingers on the wood. "Anyways… how are you holding up? You must be nervous. You're the leader, and are about to lead us all into battle. Pretty much everything could go wrong."

"Thank you, for summing that up," Hiccup murmured, though he was more anxious than exasperated. "Yes. I'm worried. Just… what if… what if someone gets hurt? What if, on my watch, someone is taken down, and it's all my fault… Astrid… I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to any of the Riders, or the auxiliary team, or-" He stopped himself.

Astrid cocked her head. "Who?"

Hiccup played uncomfortably with his fingers.

"You."

For a moment, all that could be heard was the quiet chirping of the forest and the waves breaking one another. Then Astrid lightly touched Hiccup's shoulder, forcing them both to look at each other.

Astrid's eyes were so beautiful to Hiccup. They were a perfect light shade of crystal blue. They looked especially lovely as compassion filled them, and even more so as she whispered, "I think the same thing, Hiccup… every day."

Hiccup inched closer to Astrid, making her smile a little. He could be such a flirt at times.

"Astrid…" Hiccup took in a breath. He needed to gather his thoughts and put them into words. Tell Astrid what he had wanted to for years... "Everything... everything might go wrong tomorrow."

The young woman nodded. "It might."

"One of us could get hurt. Captured… even killed."

"That's always a risk."

"So… I just want to say… you know, before we go into battle…" Hiccup took one of Astrid's hands in his and stared straight into her eyes. She didn't break the gaze.

"Astrid… I've been really… fond of you. Ever since we were little, even. You were so beautiful. Tough. Strong. Brave. I wanted to impress you the moment we first met… and I finally did, though it took training a Night Fury to do so. I was so happy that we were finally friends... but it felt like I wasn't doing enough. So I did more. And more. And more. And then… recently, we kissed. Astrid… that… that was one of the best moments in my life. I never dreamed that someone as… as amazing as you could ever like someone… well, like me."

Astrid's heart fluttered, but she knew it was time for her to speak. "Well, Hiccup, I've actually… for the past couple of years now… well… been hoping that…" She hesitated, glancing down. "That maybe we…"

Hiccup tried to find her eyes. "Yes?"

"Well… that maybe there could be a... Hiccup and Astrid."

Hiccup's breath caught. Astrid took it the wrong way.

"Gods… sorry… I… I just thought that ever since we-"

Suddenly, Hiccup leaned in and kissed her. It was just a peck on the cheek, but it made Astrid feel like she was having a heart attack from the feelings that ripped at her now.

Hiccup pulled back so he could stare into her beautiful blue eyes.

"There has always been a Hiccup and Astrid," he told her. "And, Astrid… I think there always will be. If you would like that, of course..."

Astrid smiled.

"I would like that very much."

Hiccup grinned at her. "Well… that's fantastic… I… thank you, Astrid." His tone solemned. "… but, now… I think we should really get some sleep. We have to be energized tomorrow if we're to beat Viggo. It's going to take everything in us."

Astrid noticed how quickly his concern had shown through, and wanted to provide some comfort for her... boyfriend.

"Hiccup," she said, "don't worry. Because we have something that Viggo doesn't. Something wonderful that will allow us triumph in the end."

"What's that?" said Hiccup, his mind whirring. In his mind, Viggo had nearly all of the advantages. Over a thousand soldiers. Racks of weapons. A clever mind that could even outwit Hiccup. What was so great that the Riders had that Viggo didn't?

Astrid rolled her eyes. For someone as brilliant as him, Hiccup could really be dense. She patted his shoulder in consolation. To both of them.

"Each other, Hiccup. Each other."

At those words, Hiccup knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. But he stood up, anyways, knowing that the sun would be rising in a few hours, and he needed to get whatever rest he could.

"Yes," the young man said, a little thoughtfully. "That we do."

He offered Astrid his hand.

And, smiling, she took it.

#httyd #fanfic #httyd fanfic #hiccstrid #you're not alone #animalsarepeopletoo #fanfiction.net #hiccup #astrid #shellshocked part 1

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raflovestuffs · 8 years ago

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Hiccstrid or not Hiccstrid

Hey there! So here’s the beginning of my Hiccstrid one shot’s collection! I tell already: they will follow RTTE Season 4 and follow each other!

I hope you’ll like this one though.

Enjoy some Hiccstrid fight and Stoïck’s reaction to Hiccstrid!

Thanks my friend @wolfie-dragon-rider for make some reajustements! And @noura-fanart for this beautiful cover! <3

Happy reading!

Weeks after the Grimborn brothers’ death, the dragon riders were living peaceful days on Berk. They didn’t leave the Dragon’s Edge with pleasure, far from it, but the erupting volcano had not left them the choice. So it was more with regret that the gang was forced to leave their outpost where they have been through so much.

“Okay gang, take all you can save before the lava comes to your huts!” Hiccup ordered.

It was too late, the Edge was condemned. The Baby Eruptodon couldn’t have held back what was coming anyway. The situation was under control.

The dragon riders had rushed inside their respective huts to get their personal effects. Snotlout was trying to pick up his ‘S’, the twins were wallowing on the boar pit while Fishlegs handled the collection of most books and maps containing Dragon Eye’s information. As to Astrid, she moved to take the weapons she left in her hut.

And then there was Hiccup. The young boy had made his way to the Clubhouse to meditate, closely followed by Toothless. He examined the place, and then sighed. The night fury approached his friend and rubbed him in an affectionate embrace. He uttered a plaintive cooing. The auburn-haired boy stooped to his level by stroking his head.

“I’ll miss this place too, Bud.”

He bounced back and then he moved to the table where the dragon riders and him used to meet up. Hiccup recalled with nostalgia the crazy talks the gang shared, Heather’s great food and Tuffnut’s compliments on it. But he also reminded himself of the gravest moments when the teenagers’ mutual aid reached its peak like after the ‘Viggo fiasco’ for example. This place was full of memories. It was really a part of their life that came down on this island.

An important part.

The young man was now in front of the stables. A smile came to his face at the sight of it. That was where he and Astrid kissed for the first time as a couple. It was in this place that they finally confessed their true feelings for each other. It took time but Astrid’s blindness pushed Hiccup to step outside his comfort zone. Thankfully, her state was temporary.

“Are you okay?” asked a voice behind him while placing a hand on his shoulder.

He turned back, it was Astrid, of course. He gave her a smile he wanted reassuring.

“Just trying to remember the great moments we’ve spent here all together…” he admitted in a sigh.

The night fury rubbed him affectionately. His friend petted his head while smiling.

“It’s true that we had a lot of memories here,” Astrid agreed, taking Hiccup’s hand.

So the teenager moved in front of her and took her hands in turn. Their faces approached until their lips found themselves at only few centimetres from each other as their foreheads touched. They closed their eyes and both smiled before exchanging a tender kiss.

After that, they definitively left the Edge.

Since that, the teenagers got back to a routine life on Berk. They returned to the activities they left before adventuring to the Great Beyond, months ago. Snotlout started testing the village’s weapons again. Meanwhile the twins returned to their crazy activities that consisted of trapping villagers in the name of Loki. Concerning the others, Fishlegs was teaching Berk’s history again to the youngest inhabitants of the island.

Hiccup got back to the same point he was before going to the Great beyond. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do with his life. He would become chief eventually, for sure, but he didn’t want his life to come down to this function. He wanted something else. He needed something else. Hiccup needed freedom and continuing the exploration of the world around him seemed to be a great option.

Regarding Astrid, she had gone back to her engagement in Berk’s guard for the Academy where she was in charge now. She took care of the newest dragon riders’ formation. The gang came time to time to help her with teamwork demonstrations or specific tactics’ teaching.

“Stormfly, spine shot!” Astrid shouted.

The Deadly Nadder instantly obeyed her master who jumped off her back to perform a somersault before the young recruits’ amazed eyes. She landed in front of them, standing upright, imperturbable.

“There you go. That’s how you surprise your enemy.”

She paused.

“A volunteer?”

No response was expected from her question, she did that only for the purpose of impressing them. They didn’t have time to answer anyway because a voice rose above their heads.

“Sorry I’m late!” The dragon riders’ leader apologized, landing in the arena with Toothless.

The blond smiled, looking at him.

“You’re just in time, actually,” she said, putting a hand on her waist.

Hiccup showed a puzzled smile.

“How can I help you, milady?” he finally asked.

She nodded on the side, pointing to the wild dragons captured earlier by the gang for the future dragon riders. He smiled to Astrid, understanding what she expected from him. So the young man approached the reptiles.

“When you want to tame a dragon, the first thing to do is to establish a bond with him. He has to trust you,” Hiccup explained to the group.

He walked towards a Monstrous Nightmare and raised his hand slowly to his muzzle. The dragon grunted a little so the dragon riders’ chief looked away while continuing what he was doing. Finally, he managed to put his hand on the reptile’s head.

“If you succeed in creating this bond of trust with him, even the testiest dragons can be trained,” he assured, stroking him.

“It’s this bond I want you to work on today,” Astrid smiled, kindly. “It’s up to you now.”

Hiccup was the one who had advised her on how to deal with the newest recruits. He was convinced that Astrid could teach them a lot but for that, she shouldn’t scare them from the beginning. It was the reason why he had asked her to not be too hard with them from the outset. She could be more exigent then.

“What were you busy doin’?” the blond asked to her boyfriend.

He rolled his eyes while scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, you know. Making some adjustments on my work.”

He paused before redirecting his attention to the young lady. He caught her by the hips and pulled up his hands along them to caress her waist.

“Why? Did you miss me?” he whispered in her ear.

“Actually… yes,” she replied by turning to him.

They exchanged a smile before kissing without paying attention to the teenagers who were meeting the dragons. Nevertheless, their general fake cough finally got the new couple back to reality. They split, trying to recover the left of seriousness they had. Astrid cleared her throat before announcing:

“Fine, now that you got close to them, you must choose your dragon and he must choose you.”

“How will we know if he chooses us?” asked one of the recruits.

The young Viking turned to her one-legged boyfriend, giving him a complicit gaze.

“He will try to kill you,” she answered calmly.

“Eh… That’s reassuring…” another intervened.

“Come on, let’s go!” the Hofferson girl ordered.

She left a gentle kiss on the corner of the young boy’s lips before going back to join the group. So Hiccup watched her walk away, smiling like a dork. Realizing he wasn’t joining her, she came back to take his hand.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

The chief’s son came to his senses gradually. Sometimes, it was kind of hard for him to read her correctly.

“Sure.”

They set off with the young riders to accompany them to places more conductive to the apprenticeships they were proposing. Snotlout suddenly arrived on the back of Hookfang, taking care of greeting the two lovebirds:

“Wow, seems that Hiccstrid is out!”

“Stop calling us that, Snotlout…”

“What? You’re always together you two, aren’t you? There’s no Hiccup without Astrid since that… well, you know.”

“So?” the blond inquired.

“Well, we ended up confusing you. So it’s easier to call you Hiccstrid.”

Astrid swore furiously. Hiccup put a hand on her shoulder and then, he addressed Snotlout.

“Okay, I think we get the point.”

“Take it easy Hiccstrid… It’s just–”

“Snotlout, that’s enough,” Hiccup cut him off.

But the blond had already gone back to the group of newcomers.

“Good luck with that,” the disturbing Viking laughed.

Hiccup sighed and he scurried to catch up with his girlfriend who was walking with purpose. When he came over to where she was standing, he put a hand on her shoulder again as an act of comfort.

“Hey, sure you’ll be okay?” he asked, worried.

The young lady faked a smile before stopping.

“Yeah… Don’t worry. And leave me with them, I can handle this alone.”

“You’re sure?”

So she nodded in agreement.

“Okay… So can we hang later?”

“Yeah. See you later, Hiccup.”

So the blond left to meet the teens’ group she was in charge of, leaving an astounded Hiccup. The young boy was having trouble figuring her out. He didn’t understand why she seemed to attach so much importance to the Jorgenson’s remark. But truth is, he never had paid the same attention as her to what others could think about them. As the heir to the throne of Berk, Hiccup Haddock the third had always been the focus of village’s attention. After all this years of mockery –even if it was no longer relevant–, he had finally become indifferent to the light of others. This was the case for Astrid. Unlike Hiccup, she had always been placed on some kind of pedestal which gave her attributes of the ideal Viking; athletic and brave. It was because she was considered that, on her side, the girl worried about what others might think about her. Indeed, it bothered Astrid that being a couple with Hiccup defined her in the eyes of others. She didn’t want them to be confused. Because yes, she was above all Fearless Astrid Hofferson, a warrior and a dragon rider. One thing’s for sure, the teenagers didn’t have the same perspective on things. Everything now turned on how they will solve this slight problem.

Hiccup watched Astrid walked away before telling Toothless to follow him. So he wandered into the village with his friend at his side until his feet led him to the forge.

“Hey Gobber!” the young boy exclaimed.

“Hiccup? Don’t you have a class to teach or something?”

“Oh yeah but hum… I’m done so… I came to help out!” the brown-haired boy assured him.

His old employer squinted, not very convinced by the young man’s words but he finally assigned him a task.

“Well, you can take care of the saddles in that area… Yeah, here. Some are already drawn while others just waiting to be cut! You think you can handle this?”

“No problem, Gobber, I’m on it,” the chief’s son smiled, arms full.

So he get to work quickly as if he wanted to forget his recent problems. The two men didn’t say a word to one other for almost an hour before Gobber finally decided to break the silence.

“So… How was training?”

“I came in late…”

“Ouch… Astrid wasn’t too angry?”

Hiccup giggled.

“Not even.”

“It does work between you two uh?”

“Yeah, hum… I guess so…” the young boy mumbled.

But the blacksmith didn’t pay attention to this last remark.

“Did you tell your father?”

My gods no! was Hiccup’s first thought. Talking with his father had never been one of his favourite activities and particularly when it came to address issues of this kind. He stood dumbfounded before Gobber.

“Hum… Well, actually…”

“Hiccup…”

“What?”

“Hum, you know exactly what I’m talking about,” answered the chief’s right hand, squinting again.

“Yeah, yeah…” the young man sighed.

Gobber gave an insistent look to the teenager who replied by rolling his eyes. The blacksmith laughed heartily. This did not stop Hiccup from staying with his old instructor the rest of the day. Despite everything, these two liked to spend time together.

By evening, Hiccup went home. Astrid didn’t come see him in the forge so he figured that she didn’t want to see him for now. Once he crossed the threshold, he intended to go up right away to his room without eating, but it was without counting his best friend’s dragonesque nature whose discretion was not the strongest point.

“Eh! Hiccup, you’re back!” Stoick exclaimed.

“Hehe yeah, it seems like it…” he answered lamely, addressing a reproachful look in the direction of the night fury.

“Astrid came by the house earlier, she was looking for you,” her father suddenly revealed.

The young man raised his head, surprised.

“And what did you…?”

“I said that I didn’t know where you were cause… I didn’t know where you were!”

“Eh…”

“She seemed upset. Did something happened between you two?”

“No… I mean, not really…”

“Are you hiding something from me, Hiccup?”

“What? No! Not at all…” he said by swallowing his spit with difficulty, embarrassed.

“Hum?” asked Stoick again with an insistent gaze.

The chief was becoming impatient so Hiccup lowered his head, defeated, resigning himself to tell him the truth.

“Okay…” the brown puffed.

He raised his head in the direction of his dad.

“Well, the point is that…”

“Yeah?” Stoick encouraged him.

The young boy took a deep breath.

“Okay, Astrid and I, we–”

Suddenly, the door opened to Gobber who rushed towards the chief of Berk.

“Stoick! There’s one of Sven’s uncles who’s fighting with the Geirson son in the Great Hall and it’s not a pretty sight! The village already took sides… You should better take a look, if you ask me.”

“Thanks for telling me Gobber. You see what kind of conflict you’ll soon be in charge of, Son?” Stoick rejoiced by addressing the one he already saw as his presumed successor. “We’ll talk later, I’m going.”

So he left in the direction of the Great Hall, leaving Gobber alone with Hiccup.

“So did you tell him?”

He abruptly turned his head towards the forger.

“Well, actually Gobber, I was about to. At least, before you came…”

“That’s no big deal, you’ll talk to him later! All right, I’ll see you later, I better give him a hand!”

The dragon riders’ chief watched Gobber walked away and he sighed. Toothless made a mocking coo to his friend who gave him the stink-eye.

“Fine, laugh at me! Let’s go to bed, bud. Tomorrow is another day.”

The next day, he had to repeat the training with Astrid. He hoped that, this time, the experiment would be different and that others would not annoy them again. Especially today because it wasn’t just them, it was the entire gang who participated. Hiccup managed to be on time for once. Fishlegs and Snotlout were already there but not all the kids had arrived yet. He came towards Astrid who smiled at his approach. He furtively kissed her lips to say ‘hello’ but she intensified the kiss as if she needed to be forgiven for her latest conduct. The young boy let himself succumb to this passionate gesture before being overtaken by reality… Fishlegs started to cough insistently. The young couple split, embarrassed.

“Hiccstrid…” Snotlout coughed to his friend’s intention.

Hiccup glared at him while Fishlegs wondered what was going on. The twins arrived shortly after this incident and the recruits were soon all here.

“Okay, today: teamwork,” the blond announced. “I want you to apply the bond you established with your dragon yesterday. But before that, we’ll show you the kind of things you could do with your dragon when you have become very close.”

She looked at Hiccup who immediately climbed into the heights of the skies to demonstrate. The teens raised their heads, admiring the dragon rider and his night fury soaring through the sky, even if they barely saw them.

“Pull to the side of the arena!” Astrid ordered.

The future chief of Berk soon reappeared but he was no longer on the dragon’s back. He was swooping down to the Academy’s hard ground while the night fury was on his tail to be able to catch him. His girlfriend was watching their flight carefully, afraid that something happened to Hiccup. The two friends were approaching the ground faster and faster so the night fury bounced back to catch his best friend but in the run-up to the ground, he turned his attention to Stormfly who was also concerned about this dangerous figure. Indeed, Astrid’s dragon was looking at their fall with anxiety, distracting the night fury for a brief moment. Unfortunately, it was long enough to make Hiccup shudder when his impact was imminent.

“Toothless!” the boy screamed.

Panicked, Astrid sprang in the middle of the Academy to catch the young man.

“Hiccup, careful!” she shouted.

“Astrid!”

So he crashed into her girlfriend’s arms. He made her fall back, landing on top of her. The night fury managed to level off soon enough to not fall brutally on the ground, but it was already too late. The apprentices put a hand to their mouth to avoid a scream. The gang ran towards Hiccup and Astrid.

“Astrid, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” the chief’ son asked, helping her to get up.

The Academy trainer was holding her head painfully.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine…” she said without conviction.

Then, she raised her head to Hiccup:

“What’s going on with them?” she asked.

“I think Toothless was distracted by Stormfly,” Fishlegs explained.

“Now the dragons started too, we’ll never see the end of it,” Snotlout guffawed.

Astrid scowled before walking up to her dragon who was licking Toothless’ wing. Hiccup followed her.

“Did we miss something?” Ruffnut asked.

“If only you knew…” the Jorgenson said.

Hiccup caressed Toothless before checking nothing was broken.

“Easy there. What got into you, bud?” the young Viking wondered.

“Hiccup, Snotlout is right. Our dragons get close lately and that’s not good for the training.”

“Come on Astrid, don’t you think you’re overreacting? Look, it’s all new to them too!”

“Hiccup, I think you’re missing the point… It could’ve turned out worse just now! If I hadn’t been there…”

“But I’m fine,” he said by putting his hands on Astrid’ shoulders.

However, she removed them before adding:

“Anyway, for you, it’s over.”

“But Astrid–”

“Come on! And take Toothless with you.”

The young man found himself forced to leave the training without being able to put up any resistance. He left, looking sad, summoning Toothless to follow him.

“Fine. Let’s go, Toothless.”

Astrid bit her lip before looking away. The gang watched the duo part, a little confused. Tuffnut turned his head towards Astrid before redirecting his attention to Hiccup and Toothless’ departure.

“Is it just me or is something up with those two?” he asked.

Her twin sister sighed meanwhile Snotlout started to laugh. Fishlegs immediately requested him to shut up his big mouth.

The rest of the session went pretty well aside from the Jorgenson’s understatements that Astrid rushed to hush. Once everybody had left, Hiccup came to meet his friend at the end of the class.

“Astrid, can we just talk?”

“I still have a lot to do Hiccup, so… just leave me alone, please.”

The young man was most definitely increasingly surprised by the behaviour of his partner. He obeyed nonetheless and moved outside the arena, his eyes downcast. He came out and went to the Great Hall, where he sat down on the steps leading to it. Hiccup put his head in his hands and thought. He thought about Astrid, about what would become of their relationship when the recent turn appeared so obvious, though. She no longer seemed to be on the same page as him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

Suddenly, he felt a hand alighted on his shoulder. He turned away; it was his father.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, Son?” he said, sitting down next to him.

The boy sighed, looking at his feet, well his foot.

“It’s Astrid.”

“Oh, there we are.”

“We fought.”

“Hum, I see… But you know Son, nobody said love affairs were an easy thing.”

Hiccup brusquely raised his head towards his dad.

“Wh– What? You mean you knew?”

Stoick nodded, looking like it was nothing while his son stayed stupefied.

“It’s something you feel, Son. I was just waiting for you to talk to me about it yourself.”

The auburn-haired boy passed his hand through his hair, pretending to laugh, looking embarrassed.

“Well, let’s go back to your problem. Did you try talking to her?”

“Of course! But she avoids discussion!”

“Aha your mother was the same…”

“She was?”

“But you know what works in situations like these?”

“No?”

“The pushy method! You need to ground her back into her problems. If you don’t, you won’t get anything out of her. That’s how I used to do it with your mom.”

“Aha you’re surely right… Thanks Dad,” the boy replied by briefly taking his father into his arms.

He smiled and left on the back of Toothless, determined to do something. He wasn’t going to let this thing run its course, he was going to take action.

He found Astrid at the Academy gate and asked Toothless to catch her by surprise. She uttered a cry of distress before realizing it was Hiccup and Toothless.

“Hiccup! Get me down from here!” she screamed.

“No, there’s no way.”

They flew to a place far away from the village center in order to have a real talk. Toothless finally landed while making sure to leave Astrid on the ground smoothly. She gave Hiccup a strong punch in his shoulder.

“That’s for kidnapping me!”

“Okay, maybe I deserved that one… But we still need to talk Astrid.”

“What do you want to talk about?” she said by turning her back to him.

“Oh come on Astrid, you know perfectly well! I know you were looking for me last night.”

She turned her head towards her boyfriend.

“I was at the forge. I wasn’t trying to avoid you, unlike you…” the young man pursued.

“What?”

“I don’t know but… Since this whole mess with Snotlout, you seem to avoid me!”

“No, not at all…”

“No? And what about this morning uh?”

The girl bit her lip. Hiccup approached her to take her hands.

“Astrid… You know you can tell me anything,” he declared by staring right into her eyes.

“Yeah, you’re right. Hiccup, I’m sorry. It’s just that they all make me sick, talking about us only as a couple and no more as distinct persons! I need to be recognised for who I am. I don’t want our relation to define us in the eyes of others, you know?

That’s it, he thought. He smiled by pressing her hand.

“Sure, I understand.”

He paused.

“Do you remember when we were looking for our dragons back in the forest on the Edge, both of us, after the storm?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember what I told you then?”

“Of course, you told me that there will always be a Hiccup and Astrid.”

He put his hand on her shoulders.

“That’s it, there will always be a Hiccup and Astrid,” he insisted by caressing her right cheek. “We’re a team. There’s no way, we’ll be confused again cause there’s definitely two people who make this team! You’re above all Astrid Hofferson and I Hiccup Haddock.

She smiled before hugging him.

“And,” Hiccup breathed, “we could maybe spend more time together, just you and me, rather than exposing us before everyone. What do you think?”

“I think that’s a good idea Hiccup, thank you,” the blond replied, holding him tighter against her.

As they split, Astrid grasped Hiccup by his collar.

“Oh and one more thing…”

She pulled him before planted a kiss on his thin lips.

“That’s for everything else.”

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