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constantconfusion111 · 4 years ago

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 3

Here’s the 3rd chapter! Thanks everyone for the comments/likes/Kudos, you’re the best!!!

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Type was an expert at denial. He wore it like a second skin.

As he moved his boxes in the condo he’ll share with Techno, no one could have imagined his brain was torturing him. He almost met Tharn.

The first thing he’ll do as soon as class started was to find out in which university his soulmate was exactly as to stay the fuck away from it forever. Maybe he should consider changing university. His parents would definitely not be on board with that. It took him almost 3 weeks to convince his father to let him ditch the dorms.

Frankly, his dad didn’t want him in a condo for his first year, but Type had little choice in the matter. He simply couldn’t be in the same room with Tharn. The man would find out. Maybe not the first week, maybe not even the first month if he lied about his name. But he would eventually. And Type refused to deal with the potential fallout. So he had to use an argument he wasn’t proud of.

‘Dad, I’m not feeling safe in a room with another random guy.’

He had felt guilty and uncomfortable using that against his dad. But the result was instant, and the following week he was already signing the lease of his new condo.

“Type! Here’s your last one,” called Techno, sliding a cardboard box on the floor.

All was fine, he could handle this.

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Maybe Tharn had been overeager.

When he had red the letter, he’d stared at it unblinkingly for what felt like an eternity. His mother, worried, had read over his shoulder. Before he knew it, his face got crushed in a suffocating hug as she was part laughing part crying for him.

His dad had soon barged into the kitchen, concerned about the noise.

The rest of the evening had been very loud as his parents swinged between congratulations and hugs. And then he had to explain everything for a third time when Thorn came back home later in the evening.

Saying he was excited was the understatement of his life. So as soon as the first day of moving into the dorm rolled around, Tharn brought all his boxes and started to put his things away.

He wanted to be there to welcome Type in what would be their first home together. Tharn wanted to smile at him, see in his eyes a reflexion of his thoughts. Would he be nervous? Giddy? Composed?

Type would already know who he was.

Were they supposed to hug? Was that too forward? But at the same time, he couldn’t just… not. That would be too strange. Maybe they could go out and eat together to chat, starting to get to know each other. Maybe they wouldn’t be able to bring themselves to leave the room.

Tharn had so many questions for him. But probably the first one would be why hadn’t Type registered himself? If his soulmate was in Uni, he had to at least be his own age. Was Type one of these people that wanted the meeting to be organic? Was Type a romantic?

His heart was beating too fast, he was feeling light headed.

Tharn was going to be fine, he just had to handle himself until Type arrived. That’s what he had to keep repeating at least.

Tharn looked up at the dorm’s door with each item he was putting away.

After emptying his first box, he only raised his head whenever he heard movement in the hall.

After the third box, he stopped altogether, massaging his neck slowly.

As the night rolled around, he had to accept today wasn’t the day. Maybe he really had been too eager. They still had quite some time until the start of the semester.

However, on the first day of class, as he woke up yet again facing an empty bed, Tharn’s enthusiasm vanished like smoke in the wind.

Type must have known, he must have received the same letter as him, clearly stating who his roommate would be. Suddenly, Type not being registered sounded less like romance and more like avoidance.

But why? Why would Type not want to meet? Even if he didn’t want a romantic relationship, which did happen sometimes, why not meet with him and tell him?

What if something bad had happened?

As soon as his first day of classes ended, Tharn excused himself from the group of freshmen that wanted to go out for celebratory drinks, claiming he had some administrative issues. Lhong had thrown him a look, but didn’t stop him.

Technically, Tharn wasn’t lying. It just wasn’t his own administrative problem. He approached a woman reading behind her desk.

“Hello, I’m sorry to bother, but I think there’s a problem with my roommate.”

She looked at him with the sort of weariness born out of dealing with stupid requests from days on end.

“Unless the issue is actually very serious, there’s nothing I can do to help. All the rooms are jam packed, so we can’t transfer the freshmen left and right.”

“Ah, no that’s not why I’m here. I’m worried for my roommate, he never moved him. Since classes started already, I was wondering if everything was alright. His name is Type Thiwat Phawattakun.”

She hummed, turning toward her computer and checking some files. It took a couple of minutes of silent scrolling before she turned toward him again.

“He cancelled his spot in the dorms. Very last minute actually. Freshmen are more and more irresponsible each year…”

Tharn felt a pang in his heart at the news. Type has cancelled. He’d backed out of their meeting.

“Where is he now? Did he drop out of University?”

“I don’t think so, it does happen that freshmen give up the dorm for their own private accommodations. It’s more expensive, but also more comfortable.”

So Type was definitely avoiding him.

“Could you tell me which University he’s enrolled in please?”

At that, the woman looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“These are private information that I cannot share with just anyone, sorry Nong. You should just enjoy your big room for yourself, you’re the only one lucky enough for that.”

Tharn felt anything but lucky.

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Turns out, finding one guy within an entire University complex could be quite the challenge. The first thing people said when he asked if they knew Tharn was:

“Tharn? From which Uni?”

So far, he’d only managed to confirm Tharn wasn’t enrolled into the faculty of sports. Only a million more people to ask.

Despite the stress of having to look over his shoulder all the time and making a point of asking people their names before they could even think of asking his first -which had already put him in hot waters with some seniors- University life wasn’t half bad.

Living with Techno was fun. In the evenings they played games together and chilled. Sometimes Techno invited some of their classmates to hang out and drink. They had met some very cool people, particularly a guy called Champ who seemed to know all the best restaurants around. Friday or Saturday nights, they even managed to motivate each other enough to actually go to a proper bar.

Classes are as easy as they ever were and as long as Type listened to the lecture, he barely had any efforts to put into his homeworks. Still drove Techno up the wall in frustration. The coach liked him, even though he always said that Type had to keep his temper in check or he’ll be benched. Type knows he’s good enough to not have to worry too much about the threat. Again, that drove Techno completely crazy since he’d already started his recruitment campaign to convince everyone to elect him as team captain. For his senior year. What was wrong with that boy, Type wasn’t too sure sometimes. In any case, sucking up to the coaches was part of his strategy. Techno did try to deny that last point, but there was an overwhelming amount of evidence against him. For instance, the way he almost tripped on his own feet to play delivery boy.

“Bring this to the music faculty office, it’s the selection of songs we want them to play during the matches.”

“No problem coach! I’ll go right away.”

His bunch of papers under the arm, Techno came back to his group of friends.

“Guys! Come with me, we need to deliver some papers.”

“This is in no way a ‘we’ situation No,” said Champ, stretching out his legs.

“Sorry, we’re kind of in the middle of our stretches,” tried Team, offering a small smile to the other boy.

“Type is on his phone! He’s not even pretending to stretch!”

They all turned to the accused who was indeed lounging on his side, scrolling lazily.

“Type does whatever he wants…”

That was true and it made him very happy to know they already realised it after only a couple of short weeks.

“Tyyyyyype.”

“I would rather die than come with you No,” came the deadpan answer.

“You could at least look up from your phone!”

His plea went unanswered. Knowing better than to annoy the young man to the point of aggression, Techno cursed them all and started his solo adventure.

Techno had to actually ask his way a couple of times as the music and sports department weren’t close at all. He even had to take a Uni shuttle, receiving plenty of curious looks since he hadn’t taken the time to change out of his sports outfit.

Despite being quite a trek away from their faculty, the music building looked pretty similar to their own. Maybe there were more windows. Was light important for musicians? Did they share with the art department?

His adventure wasn’t over quite yet though, the entrance office wouldn’t take the papers, complaining about messing the systems up and Techno got redirected once again.

“So… third floor, and then at the back of the building…”

Every single room, every corridor looked the same and nothing appeared as being the back of anything.

“Shit!”

“Hey, are you alright?”

Techno turned around, coming face to face with-

“Handsome boy!”

The man raised both eyebrows in surprise, readjusting the straps of his bag on his shoulders.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty, are you an angel sent from the sky to help me?”

The man was adorable with a very cute face and pouty lips, a single long earring catching the light on the side of his face and despite his clear confusion, he still offered Techno a large smile.

“I can definitely try.”

“I need to find the faculty office of the music department. It’s about music for our matches,” he explained, flapping around the brown envelope he’d brought all the way there.

“Ah I see, I’ll walk you there. You’re very close, but it can be tricky to find the room.”

“Lhong, is everything fine?”

Techno turned toward the man that seemed to have called his saviour.

“Damn! Is it a requirement to be handsome to get into the faculty of music?”

If Lhong was cute, the newcomer was definitely handsome, and that despite the dark circles under his eyes.

“All good, I’ll just show this guy the way to the office. Save me a spot in the canteen?”

The man nodded and left without further ado.

“Let’s go!”

“Thanks man, I’m Techno by the way. I’m in the faculty of sports.”

Lhong laughed, checking him out from head to toe.

“Yeah I could have guessed that. I’m Lhong. Isn’t the faculty of sports super far away from here?”

Techno groaned loudly.

“So far away! I had to take the Uni shuttle to come!”

“Sounds like a pain, you should stay to eat with us so you wouldn’t have travelled all the way for nothing.”

After one last corridor turn, they finally arrived in front of the teachers’ office. Techno would never have found it, even the door tag was scratched out and faded.

“I wish, I lost too much time already, I’ll have to hurry back and pray my friends didn’t ditch me. But give me your Line ID! I’ll send you a message and we can go grab a drink, I’ll treat you as a thank you.”

“Ah, that’s not necessary, it was nothing.”

Techno shushed him, already fishing out his phone and pushing it in Lhong’s hands.

“Nonsense! It’s gonna be fun. I’ll bring my friends, bring the hot one you were with before. I’m sure music students know the best bars.”

Lhong shared his number and after a last goodbye, they parted in front of the office.

Maybe his adventure hadn’t all been in vain.

#tharntype #tharntype the series #tharn x type #soulmate

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sleepyverstappens · 5 years ago

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Your soul and mine

Title: Your soul and mine

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Lando Norris

Rating: Gen/PG (bar a few curses)

Word Count: 2138

Tags: Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Alternate universe - Soulmate, Soulmate Identifying Marks

A/N: Me writing a fic without Max *gasp!* apparently miracles do happen, because Max is only mentioned once in this one.J prompted me a Charles/Lando meet cute fic on whatsapp and my brain totally skipped over the meet cute part and instead this happened. I guess it's still quite cute though?Anyways hope you enjoy this one :D

Summary: Most people were very private about their marks, if they could hide it they would do so. So unless you were one of the unfortunate souls with a mark stretching over your face the mark would be hidden away from sight until you found your match. People would wear scarves and gloves all year to keep that little piece of them hidden if they needed to. Only openly showing their marks ones they had started moving, once they had met the other half of their soul.

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No, he thought, no it couldn't be, it was supposed to be Carlos. Carlos who's mark he'd seen just a flash of. A glimpse of it caught when he'd walked in on him unannounced as Carlos changed into his fireproofs. The intricate swirl of a tail peeking out on his shoulder before he could cover himself. Carlos’ eyes worried as they met his own, but Lando had somehow managed to play it off as if he hadn’t seen anything, joking about as if nothing had happened.

Most people were very private about their marks, if they could hide it they would do so. So unless you were one of the unfortunate souls with a mark stretching over your face the mark would be hidden away from sight until you found your match. People would wear scarves and gloves all year to keep that little piece of them hidden if they needed to. Only openly showing their marks ones they had started moving, once they had met the other half of their soul.

He'd only seen a glimpse of Carlos' mark, but that tail had looked so familiar, like the tail on his right foot. The tail connected to the little monkey that had been there since he was 15. The same monkey that was staring back at him on Twitter now, the intricate details just like his own standing out against the pale skin of Charles Leclerc's stomach.

Charles Leclerc who he had maybe spoken five words with all throughout last season, the Ferrari prodigy not interested in hanging out with the new rookies even though he'd been one himself only a season before. Happy enough to stick to Pierre or Seb’s side whenever they had some free time during the busy weekends.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly. He knows the universe wouldn't just put him with Charles randomly, but then why did he hate the idea of being his soulmate so much? His mind had been so set on it being his teammate, the teammate who he got along with so well. Who would laugh at his dumb jokes, whose touches he would still feel long after his long fingers had left his body. Yet none of his touches had made his monkey start moving, not even a smidge. He’d held out hope, hope that maybe Carlos’ touches weren’t right, did they ever actually touch skin? His brain was coming with plenty of excuses of how it could still be Carlos, until he’d seen that picture, that undeniable picture.

It had to be photoshopped right? People did that all the time and it wasn't like Sun of all tabloids was a trustworthy one. But then how could they have gotten it just like his one? This wasn't a random leaf or puzzle piece that anyone could think up, no it actually had the monkey missing one of its toes like his one. Unless the person that wrote the article was his soulmate there was no way someone had faked that soulmark.

“Fuck,” he cursed once more, a little louder, some curious looks thrown his way from the other people in the hospitality cafeteria. What did people do when they found out who their soulmate was? Movies always made it so romantic, eyes meeting across a crowded room, the soft touch they’d share, eyes widening as their marks started moving, the rest of the world going quiet as they only had eyes for the one that made their soul complete. Yet here was Lando, sat all alone in the middle of a crowded canteen, cutlery clinking loudly through the noise of people chatting. He needed to get away from all the noise, get some fresh air, sort his head out.

The paddock was bustling with people, but the noise felt less crowding than it had done inside. It’s only the second week of testing and people seem a lot more chill than during the race weekends, waiting somewhat patiently for their favourite drivers as they go for their lunch break. He hasn’t driven yet today, Carlos racking up more miles in the morning before he would jump in in an hour or so.

Charles has though and Lando wonders whether he’s seen the pictures yet. How the scums from the Sun had managed to catch the exact moment Charles’ shirt had lifted he doesn’t know. The picture showed the young man standing on the balcony of his Monaco apartment, hair a mess and eyes squinted closed as he stretched his arms above his head. People would say it was his own fault for not making sure the mark was covered, but he was at home, a space that was supposed to be safe. And he’d clearly only just woken up, his brain not firing on all cylinders yet and somehow the camera had snapped at that exact moment.

He hadn’t realised how far along the paddock he’d walked, his feet stopping abruptly as his eyes caught the bright red Ferrari hospitality building. A lone figure sat outside on the terrace attached to it, the hood of his jacket up against the cold as he gripped his phone tightly. Lando could see the forlorn expression on Charles’ face, clearly he’d seen the picture, how they had zoomed in on his stomach, broadcasting his mark to the world. Seeing Charles like this made his heart ache, his head and his heart at war on whether or not he should go to Charles and tell him. Tell him that whilst it sucked what they had done it had made Lando find him, find his soulmate.

He’s about to step forward, let his heart lead the way, when Charles glances up, their eyes meeting and Lando freezes. He can’t do it, he’s not ready, not ready to give up the possibility of someone else. Of brown eyes and a Spanish accent, instead of brown eyes and a French accent. He manages to make a small smile stretch on his lips before he rushes back to the McLaren hospitality, to the safety of his home away from home.

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The next two days of testing fly by quickly, they get through their scheduled programming without much trouble and he gets to set the fourth fastest time, just behind Lewis, Max and Sergio, Ferrari still struggling to find the pace even during the second week in Barcelona. He had tried to avoid the team of the prancing horse as much as possible, only catching a glimpse of Charles as he had walked into the paddock on Thursday morning, other than seeing his bright red car out on track.

So it’s a surprise to find himself sat across from Charles in the first class lounge at the airport. He’d been there first, lazily scrolling through the messages on various social media when Charles had let himself fall into the chair across from him. There’s only two other people in the lounge and yet he’d sat there, right across from Lando, the Brit’s eyes widening a little as he’d found Charles staring at him.

They drag their eyes away from each other in sync, Charles’ eyes now also focussed on the phone in his hand. Lando can’t help but sneak a few glances up at the Monegasque, seeing a deep frown wrinkling up his forehead as he reads whatever is on the phone. Then Charles huffs loudly, his phone clattering onto the table loudly as he pushes it away from him.

“What’s up?”

And now that frown is directed at Lando, brown eyes piercing into him before he lifts a condescending eyebrow. “Really? Like you don’t know, like the whole fucking world doesn’t know already.”

“Sorry,” Lando murmured, feeling embarrassed for even asking. He’d just wanted to be nice to the guy, maybe get him to open up about how he’s feeling with all the shit that’s going on and then maybe hint at the fact that Lando is his soulmate. But instead he’d already fucked it up, the angry scowl on Charles’ face really making him question the universe right now. Did he have it all wrong? It couldn’t be, he’d stared at that picture for so long, zooming in on every tiny detail to compare it to his own mark and he’d found nothing different. Fuck, how would he tell Charles and actually make him believe Lando. Show him his own mark before Charles could angrily run out of the lounge, thinking Lando was only taking the piss out off him.

“I need to tell you something,” he murmured just as the tannoy was announcing that the flight to Nice was now boarding, Charles’ flight.

“That’s me,” Charles shrugged apologetically, rushing to grab his carry on, wrapping his headphones around his neck and starting to leave. And in a moment of panic Lando reached out for him, halfway out of his chair, fingers wrapping around the Monegasque’s wrist. Skin touching skin. And it’s a fucking cliché, it’s a goddamn fucking cliché but at that moment everything seems to go in slow motion. Charles’s wide eyes finding his own as everything but Charles’s face becomes blurry around them.

He can’t stop the gasp from escaping his lips, mouth falling open as the rushing of his blood becomes deafening to his ears. This was really happening. Charles really was his soulmate, the other half of his soul. Their body and mind connecting from that single touch. His fingers start to tingle where they are still wrapped around Charles’s wrist and he could feel his right foot starting to itch.

“It’s really you,” he finally managed to get out, the words somehow managing to break Charles out of his stupor as well.

“What?” Charles said voice hoarse, unable to believe what was happening right now, his eyes flicking over Lando’s face to look for the answer to a question he didn’t even know yet. “What the fuck is happening?”

“We’re soulmates. I… I’m your soulmate. I didn’t want to believe it at first, when I saw the picture, but it’s really you,” Lando said overwhelmed.

“But, wha… how?”

“The fucking universe thinks were meant for each other apparently,” Lando said with a shrug. Now that there was no denying it anymore, that it really was Charles that was his soulmate and not Carlos his brain gave in easily, not fighting this inexplicable force that had brought them together, that connected them.

His foot really was starting to itch a lot now though, he stomped his left foot on top of the right one trying to stop it from itching, but it didn’t work. His movement had managed to direct Charles’s gaze towards where he was fidgeting though, his eyes focussing in on his right foot. “Is it there? Your mark?”

“Yeah, it’s itching like a bitch dude, how are you not scratching your stomach off right now?” Lando whined, finally giving up on trying to scratch his foot through his shoe and tugging the laces free.

“Wait, wait Lando you can’t, not right here!”

“There’s no one here Charles, everyone’s gone to their flights.” He let himself fall back into his seat and tugged his shoe free from his foot, sock falling to the floor as well and then he gasped once more. Because where his mark had been stagnant before, the monkey on his foot was now moving its head to stare up at him, tail flicking as it scratched its cheek, before looping back around. The same movements would repeat themself on his skin now permanently, repeating themself until Charles would die breaking their bond.

“Can I? Can I see yours?” He asked tentatively, fingers itching to reach out for Charles’s white t-shirt, to move it away and see the same pattern on Charles’s skin.

With one last glance around the empty first class lounge Charles slowly lifted his shirt, gasping softly as he saw his own mark moving on his skin. The monkey moving its head to the side, flicking its tail, before scratching its cheek and on and on again. He gasped again, a little louder as Lando’s fingers touched his skin, tracing around the shape of the mark, following the lines of the delicate tail.

“Shit, sorry!” Lando cursed, drawing his hand back as if it had been burned.

“It’s okay. Feels nice,” Charles murmured, sounding so in awe of everything that was happening right now. A bright smile was starting to appear on his face though, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Come here,” he beckoned, drawing Lando up from his seat again and pulling him into a tight hug.

“Last call for Mister Charles Leclerc,” the lady on the tannoy announced loudly, but Charles just tightened his grip around him, not moving away from the hug, perfectly content in the little bubble they were in.

“C'est vraiment toi.”

#my fic #charles leclerc/lando norris #f1 fic #f1 fanfiction #link to the monkey soulmark on my ao3

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blackwolfzbane · 7 years ago

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Come Home

Summary: Famous inventor and heir to Berk Enterprises, Hiccup Haddock III has become somewhat of a well-known name across Europe. And thanks to an interview with the popular magazine The Archipelago, fans have begun to wonder about the private life of Europe’s most avid inventor. Does he have any hobbies besides inventing? Has he always wanted to take over his father’s company? Does he have a significant other? Is he gay? Straight? Bi? What better way to answer these questions than in yet another interview, but live and hosted by the one and only Anna Wynters on her talk show?

He should have never agreed to that damn interview with The Archipelago in the first place. It was a courtesy and a compromise between his father and him when he agreed to it anyway, so why did it have to be such a hit? Couldn’t his new model to aid handicapped animals be the thing that suddenly caught the public’s eye rather than his mysterious, unknown background with the affairs of society?

Looking back on the interview, Hiccup regrets not stopping the interviewer, a woman who went by M.K., at the more personal questions. For nineteen years, the latest magazines and the paparazzi never saw any sign or sighting of Hiccup to prove he wasn’t dead. Stoick Haddock, the head of Berk Enterprises and a man who was and is still very used to the demands in the world of cameras and interviews, didn’t want his son to be exposed to that life so early especially after an incident that involved Hiccup and a misplaced bag. So, when Hiccup showed up to the interview instead of Stoick for The Archipelago magazine, questions were thrown at him that were so random and rather personal that Hiccup honestly couldn’t process fast enough.

And for once, he was glad Gobber had shown up right on time in the family car to pick him up from something.

“Hiccup?”

His head snaps up from where he sits at his desk, in his room of the Haddock home. From where he sits at his desk that faces a serene view of the untouched forest through tall windows, Hiccup turns to his left and is met with the slouched figure of the one and only Jackson Overland. His best friend is slumped against the door frame sporting his signature blue and white frosted hoodie, black jeans and combat boots. He raises his hand to pull back the hood of his sweatshirt to reveal his strange, white head of hair.

“What is it now, Jack? I have to leave for this stupid interview soon.” Hiccup grouses as he turns back to his computer where his is working out possible hindrances on a digital, 3D model of the latest prosthetic he’s designed.

“Relax, man, I’m here for… we’ll call it moral support.” Jack offers as he makes his way over to Hiccup’s side.

Hiccup scoffs at him. “‘Moral support’? Is that what they’re calling an excuse to go see one’s girlfriend now? Besides, you work there.”

He listens for an answer as Jack let’s out a chuckle as he crosses the room to stand before Hiccup. “That’s what I’m calling it. But in all seriousness, I am going for your sake. Elsa’s letting me work today and it gave Andy an extra say off, so what’s he gonna complain about?” Insists Jack before adding, “Seeing her is just the up side to this whole trip.”

Rolling his eye in response, Hiccup smirks a bit. “You also just like hitching rides with Gobber because you know damn well that he doesn’t give a shit if you tag along and we’ll end up going Thor knows where afterwards.” He turns to face Jack in the swiveling desk chair.

With his hands held up in mock surrender, Jack lets out yet another chuckle. “Also guilty for that. But come on, Hiccup, admit it. You’re completely relieved that I’m going with you to this dumb interview that we both know all too well you’re going to hate.”

As much as Hiccup doesn’t want to admit it right now, Jack has a point. Though he loathes the idea of heading over to Arendelle Studios, it probably won’t be too unbearable with at least one person to express his annoyance and disdain with.

Just as Hiccup is about to retort with one of his witty comebacks, the door swings open with a loud bang. In hobbles Gobber Belch, lovely name yeah? But Hiccup doesn’t really have much to say about Gobber’s name, instead he sympathizes with him when it comes to the names that they have been given. Because, unfortunately for him, 'Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III’ is his legal name. Do you know how much teasing he received in school for his damn name? It’s not like he had a say in it!

“Hiccup, it’s time ta head out now.” Gobber announces in his loud and heavily accented voice. “Oh, hullo there, Jack. I s'ppose you’ll be joinin’ Hiccup at Arendelle Studios?”

Jack nods his head just as Hiccup teasingly mutters 'unfortunately’ under his breath at the same time he closes his laptop.

“Sorry, didn’t hear that, Haddock? What did you say about your dear best friend?” Jack asks feigning an innocent tone as he bends over at the waist, his eyes right at the same level as Hiccup’s.

“Nothing at all.” Hiccup shrugs nonchalantly as he stands to his feet and walks over to his closet to grab a coat from his closet to pull on over his grey dress shirt and black vest.

“Well you sure know how to clean up yourself.” Jack jokes as Hiccup emerges from the closet.

“Shut the hell up,” Hiccup mumbles as he pushes past Jack to grab his phone off his desk before joining Gobber at the door with Jack just steps behind him.

He leads the other two through the familiar, tall, white and maroon decorated hallways and down the marble steps. Then he takes a left at the end of the staircase and heads towards the garage filled with cars and gets into the car that has been 'Gobber’s’ for the last fifteen years.

Once Gobber himself and Jack are seated in the car, his guardian revs the car to life and the three of them settle into comfortable silence. After the garage door lifts up and the car rolls out of its place among the others, Hiccup is soon met with the lush, green space that surrounds the Haddock’s luxurious mansion. As he watches the familiar green space fly by in a blur, he sighs. He would much rather spend his time with Toothless, his black german shepherd, in the woods rather than in a studio with overbearingly bright, florescent lighting and the stench of terrible coffee.

Suddenly, it hits him that the car is far too quiet for one that contains the infamous chatterbox that is Jack Overland. He glances over to his counterpart who is slumped against the car door, hood pulled up over his head, and phone in hand with is eyes glued to the screen.

Hiccup’s watch as the forest soon turned into tall, city buildings. For the next twenty minutes, the trio drive in silence, and the only one who apparently thought it was a little odd was himself. But he doesn’t bother saying anything about it. Maybe it’s just the anxiety from the interview that he’s about to do is playing weird mind tricks on him.

“Hiccup!”

Gobber’s voice snaps him awake suddenly from his short nap and he can hear Jack sniggering from beside him.

“We’re here.” His driver announces.

Hiccup nods his head and glares at a still sniggering Jack before opening the car door and climbing out with Jack in tow. He whips out his phone to check and see if he’s missed anything important, however, the only notification on his screen is a single snapchat from the one and only Jack. He quirks an eyebrow at the screen as security allows him and his suddenly chatty friend through the door and escort them to the proper level of Arendelle Studios. As soon as he taps the chat, he is met with his own slumbering face, mouth open, with little snores being let out every once in a while. 'Pre-interview napping by the heir to Berk Enterprises…what a successor’ the text reads.

Narrowed eyes fixate themselves on a certain snowy-haired friend of his. “What the fuck is this?” Hiccup demands as Jack bursts out into laughter.

“I just couldn’t not take the chance, Hiccup. You practically asked for it when you fell asleep beside me!”

Hiccup whacks Jack on the back of the head before shoving the phone back in his pocket and rolling his eyes. “Why did I let you tag along again? Also, what kind of moral support is this?”

“The frosty kind.” Jack shrugs as they near the correct stage.

“I’m laughing so hard I can’t show it through the annoyance written all over my face.” Hiccup deadpans which only sends Jack into another fit of laughter.

“Hello, Mister Haddock!” A cheery voice greets.

Pulling his attention away from Jack, Hiccup focuses on the woman standing before him who can’t be any older than his own twenty years of age. Her hair is a soft orange-red that has been knotted and piled neatly on top of her head. She has bright, teal eyes that stand out greatly against her fair skin and a few freckles dust along the tops of her cheeks as well as under her eyes. She’s about a head and a few inches shorter than his one hundred and eighty-five centimeter frame, but she must be even shorter than that considering she is wearing heels.

Hiccup clears his throat a little before offering her a small smile. “Hello, Miss Wynters. Thank you for having me today.” He hopes his tone doesn’t make him sound too rehearsed.

“I should be thanking you, Mister Haddock. It means a lot to me that you accepted my invitation to agree to be interviewed.” Anna replies still smiling widely.

“Hey, Anna,” Jack greets casually from Hiccup’s side.

She turns her attention to Jack and smiles up at him as well. “Hi, Jack. Elsa will be down in a bit. She said to tell you not to get into too much trouble while she’s not here.”

Jack dramatically clutches his chest where his heart rests. “You mean to tell me that she still doesn’t trust me? After being my girlfriend for five months, she still doesn’t trust me around one of the stages in her studio?”

Anna rolls her eye playfully and shakes her head. “Yes, and I can understand why.” She laughs a little before turning her attention back to Hiccup. “We’ll be on in ten, okay? I know it’s sudden since you just got here and all, but I just thought that since I asked so quickly, you’d like to get out of here as soon as possible.”

Hell yeah I would. He thinks to himself, but, of course, he doesn’t voice that thought. “No, no, take all the time you need, Miss Wynters, I did, in fact, agree to spend time on your show.” He finishes awkwardly. Besides, it’s not like I have much planned afterwards. Though he may detest the idea of being there at all, he might as well spend an hour doing someone else some good.

“Yes, but I believe we have chosen a fantastic gift to present you with when we’re nearing the end of the show. Oh, and please, call me 'Anna’. I think we’re past former names for each other.” Anna says before she tells him that she’ll see him soon and thanks him one time.

The guest who agree to appear on Anna’s talk show always receive a gift at the end of the show to show how appreciative the hostess is that they took the time to stop by and chat. Gifts have ranged from a free dinner at some hoity-toity restaurant and an all-expense paid weekend getaway to some hotel by the see or on a tropical island. But somehow, Hiccup forgot about that little tidbit. He didn’t accept the interview because of the possible prize that he may obtain out of it; he accepted the invitation out courtesy and a desire to fulfill one of the Wynters sister’s wishes. In the past, the Haddocks and the Wynters have had a good relationship with one another, even going so far as to collaborate business with each other from time to time.

Before he knows it, ten minutes is up and he hasn’t even moved from the spot he stood in from the moment Anna stopped to greet him and Jack.

A stage hand was soon showing him to way to the seat across from where Anna sat and as he glances over the stage from this new perspective, he can see the audience’s seats as well as a window high on the wall where the lights and the screens are controlled. There in the box, sits Jack who gives him a thumbs up and a smirk before being accompanied by the oldest Wynters sister, Elsa. All Hiccup has to say is that Jack got lucky that Elsa came around about the twenty-fourth time Jack asked her out in some kind of insane or goofy way. With platinum blonde hair, eyes as blue as the northern lights, and skin so light it could be snow, Elsa Wynters is a beautiful girl that Jack was lucky enough to annoy to the point of her saying 'yes’ to a date just to get him to stop all the grand gestures.

“We’re live in two minutes!” Hiccup hears someone announce.

After a deep breath, Hiccup shrugs his coat off, gives it to one of the crew members, who in exchange for his coat attaches a microphone to the collar of his shirt, before Hiccup shoves his hands into his pocket while the other goes to rub the back of his neck anxiously. Soon, Anna is standing behind him as she prepares herself and attempts to soothe his nerves that he is so desperately trying to hide.

“You’ll do just fine. I promise the questions aren’t too intense.” Anna guarantees him as the audience files in from the three double doors. “I know it’s a lot to look at with the live audience, the bright lights, and all, but you can do it! Besides, if you need a laugh, just look up at my sister’s goofball of a boyfriend and he’ll set you back on track.”

Hiccup offers her a curt nod and a muttered 'thanks’ before she takes her place in her chair on stage as he silently asks Thor why he agreed to this again.

“And we’re on in three two…”

The intro music to the show blares out the speakers placed throughout the room and Anna welcomes the audience as well as the viewers at him while Hiccup does his best to look like he’s not about to have an anxiety attack.

“Tonight, we have a very special guest, who’s been off the radar for the last few years. Please give Hiccup Haddock a warm welcome to his first live interview on TV.” Anna encourages as Hiccup makes his way out from behind the curtain and to the white and golden accented couch.

“Hello, Hiccup, and welcome to Melting Wynter’s Ice. I’m so glad you could make it!” She says as she smiles brightly at him.

He returns the smile as he sits down and attempts to get comfortable. “Thanks for asking me, Anna.”

The audience claps for him as he offers them another smile and a shy, awkward wave which gets the girls going and results in some swooning in the crowd.

And now I’m even more out of my comfort zone. Fantastic. He thinks sarcastically to himself.

“So, Hiccup, it’s been a while since the media has heard anything about Berk Enterprise’s heir, and if it’s okay with you, we’d like to know why that is.” Anna says from a white chair lined in gold like the couch he sits upon.

Hiccup chuckles awkwardly before shrugging his shoulders a little. “Well, I-I mean, after an accident with my five year old self and a misplaced bag.”

The crowd give a short chuckle, so he takes this as a que to continue.

“Five year old Hiccup was a weird kid, okay? That’s, I guess, the first thing you gotta understand.” Hiccup starts. “He would go hunting for trolls in his back yard when his left socks were missing. Which, mind you, he wouldn’t have done if Uncle Gobber hadn’t told him that trolls are, in fact, real and that when little boys upset them by taking their rocks from the creek, they take their left sock.” Hiccup stops for a second as the crowd laughs and giggles at his five year old self. “I think that was just Gobber’s way of trying to convince a five year old that bringing moss-covered rocks into the house wasn’t the best idea. Five-year-old Hiccup also loved the idea of finding new fantasy inspired worlds through the woods and I, personally, blame it on the movies Bridge to Terabithia and Mary Poppins. Oh, and the Harry Potter and Narnia books. So, you can imagine what a five year old thought at a gala that was very, very boring to him when he saw a large, fluorescent patterned bag sitting by a staircase. Now, I’m still a talking fishbone, but back then I was even smaller. So, I get this grand idea to climb into this purse that resembles Mary Poppins’ and possibly get transported into Narnia or something.”

Anna, along with the audience is openly laughing at the story of five-year-old Hiccup and he hopes that he can keep this up for the rest of the hour.

“This bag, by the way, is just big enough and five-year-old me is just small enough so that if I were to lay down and curl up into the fetal position in this bag, I could easily not be seen. So that’s what I did. And, you can imagine what happens next.” Hiccup says as he rubs the back of his neck again. “Yeah, I fell asleep in this random purse for like two hours or something. So you can imagine the shock and horror the woman was in she found some weird, super skinny kid curled up in the fetal position in her purse for absolutely no reason. After that, dad decided it was probably best if I was kept under the radar, which I was alright with honestly.”

There’s not one person who’s not laughing in the studio. And once Anna has calmed down enough to speak again the audience is ready for more.

“Oh my gosh, Hiccup. That’s insane!” Anna chuckles a little. “You’re what like, what, a hundred and seventy-eight centimeters tall?”

“A hundred and eighty-five, yeah, sure.”

“You had to have had some kind of growth spurt right?” She jokes.

He laughs along a little and shrugs his shoulders again. “Around my fifth year, I had a weird growth spurt which didn’t help my awkwardness or my inability to control my oddly long arms and legs. I’m pretty sure I grew eighteen or twenty centimeters or something like that.”

“So did you have any hobbies back then that you still like to do today?”

“I like to hang out with my german shepherd, Toothless. He’s my best friend and the reason I even began to work on designs to aid handicapped animals of all kinds. He’s what started it all.” Hiccup explains. “See, when I found Toothless abandoned on the side of the road and hurt, I refused to leave him to suffer. I got my cousin, Scott or as I call him 'Lout’, to help me get him in the back of the car before driving straight to the nearest vet and getting him patched up best as possible. Later, we realized, his back left leg was infected and he’d die if he didn’t get rid of it.”

Sounds of sympathy washed over the crowd.

“That’s amazing that your dog is such an inspiration to you. Not many people are inspired by something so negative that turned into something positive.” Anna commends. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to change the topic to something a little lighter.”

“Go ahead, I’m ready when you are.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought I read something about you being in an ice hockey club, and being quite spectacular as well. When you were in school, did you, in fact, participate in the ice hockey club?” Anna asks curiously.

Slowly, Hiccup nods his head. “Yes, I was in an ice hockey club during the majority of my years of secondary schooling.”

“Where the rumors right about you being great enough to play professionally someday?”

A blush blooms on Hiccup’s cheeks and spreads down his neck as he runs a hand through his hair and with the same hand, he rubs the back of his neck yet again. “I guess I was good enough.” He relents, embarrassed. “But, obviously, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Oh,” Anna breathes and he can tell that she’s feeling bad for bringing up the subject.

“Besides, originally, I didn’t want to be a professional ice hockey player. That was just something I did to help get me into shape to join the army.” Hiccup reveals as he makes it a goal to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room.

“The army?” Anna questions.

He nods his head sheepishly. “Yeah, the army. See, a year into my secondary schooling, my friends and I all agreed that we wanted to serve. It wasn’t a sudden or abrupt decision, obviously. Some of us wanted to serve from a very young age, and others decided to join over time. Just, some of us didn’t get to.”

“These friends of yours, are you still close?”

Hiccup chuckles a little as he pictures their faces vividly before him as if they were sitting there with him right now. “Of course. I’ve never been so excited to get mail in my entire life.” He jokes lightly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why can’t you?” Anna asks, treading lightly.

For a moment Hiccup is silent to gather his thoughts before sitting up a little straighter. “The reason I don’t – can’t – play hockey anymore is the same reason I can’t join my friends in the military. I was out in the woods with Toothless trying to get him used to his new prosthetic. He was doing far better than I thought he would so I kept getting him to run and maybe jump a little every so often. It got dark and I lost track of time. We were pretty deep in the woods and I hadn’t brought a light with me or anything so I was heading back to the house on pure instinct. I fell into a ditch, skinned myself up pretty bad, broke my left foot, and even managed a huge gash at the ankle. Toothless, thankfully, cried loud enough for Gobber and my father to hear. But when they found me, I was in so much pain I don’t remember much of what happened. Like my own dog, my leg was infected and if it didn’t come then…”

Silence washes over the room and even a few tears were silently shed.

“So yeah,” Hiccup mumbles awkwardly. “I, uh, don’t have a left leg.”

More silence.

Finally, Anna breaks the lack of noise. “I’m so sorry, Hiccup. It must have been so hard to let your dream go.”

“Yeah,” He mutters. “It was.”

“Why don’t you tell us about your friends?” Anna inquires.

Offering her a small smile, Hiccup nods his head. “Well, Lout was definitely one that took time to realize what he wanted to do. He’s stubborn and doesn’t like to admit he’s wrong so you can imagine the conversation that took place when the twins brought up the idea and he wasn’t too keen on it. But, I think he made the right decision. It’s been good for him. The twins, Taylor and Rebelle Thorston took time as well, but they took less time. They’ve always been a bit too reckless and like Lout, I believe that it’s been good for them. Finn Ingerman wanted to do something with intelligence, but he decided that in the end, the military just wasn’t for him. However, for his girlfriend, Heather Osvald, it gave her purpose. All her life, she’s been a survivor, and being out there, doing something that she’s all too familiar with but having a purpose while doing the one thing she’s always known is relieving for her.”

“You speak very passionately about your friends, but her specifically very strongly. Tell us, Hiccup, do you have to disappoint all the lovely ladies in audience by confirming that you do indeed have feelings for Miss Osvald despite her involvement with another?”

Hiccup’s eyes widen. “No. Not at all. We’re closer to brother and sister.”

“Well, since we are on the topic, if you don’t mind too much, can we have the privilege of knowing whether or not you have that special person?” Anna asks dramatically.

Another blush darkens his cheeks and neck as his hand repeats its nervous habit once more. Instead of speaking, he simply nods and the crowd 'oh’s and 'ah’s.

“Can you give us a name? Gender?”

Silence engulfs the room again and Hiccup’s blush apparently refuses to fade. When he opens his mouth to speak, he only hopes his voice doesn’t waver or come out as a stutter. “Astrid Hofferson.”

“Astrid Hofferson.” Anna repeats.

“Astrid was born to be in combat. She’s fiercely loyal and she’s resourceful and insanely determined.” Hiccup claims. “If anyone was meant to be out there, it’s her. I’ve never known anyone more passionate than her about being a soldier. And she doesn’t want to be a soldier for honor or personal glory, she wants to be a soldier because she’s dreamed about it her whole life. The other soldiers in her unit have given her a nickname: Fearless Astrid Hofferson. And that’s what I love about her. She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met and for some insane reason, she hasn’t realized what a total fishbone I really am.” He jokes. “But, of course, I miss her when she’s away like any normal person.”

“How long until she gets back?” Anna asks with a sympathetic smile on her lips.

“About two months. But if I’m lucky she’ll be back sooner.” Hiccup says as her runs a hand through his hair.

“What would you say to her if she had the opportunity to watch this live stream?”

“I’d tell her Stormfly, that’s her weimaraner, misses her, that I love her and miss her. I’d tell her that her house plants are dying but it’s not my fault and that I miss her scent and her laugh. I’d tell her than when she gets home, it’ll be falling in love with her all over again as soon as I see her in front of me and know it’s not a dream or some trick Jack could play on me.”

“Then I can assure you that this is not a trick Jack is playing on you.”

He freezes, but soon he’s on his feet in the blink of an eye and when he turns to see where that all too familiar voice is coming from, he almost can’t believe the sight before his eyes.

Only meters away, clad in her green uniform and combat boots, stands the very person he has not seen in the last eight months. And as soon as he lays eyes upon her he knew he was right about what he said earlier. At the sight of her, he feels as if he’s fallen in love with her all over again. Her eyes are just as blue as he remembers, but her hair seems to be longer, still braided none the less though. He doesn’t know how long he stands there staring at her with his mouth open in shock, but he doesn’t care when he just barely whispers her name and she meets him half way across the stage.

As soon as she’s in his arms, he breathes in her scent and he knows this is the smell of home. Astrid is home. His home.

Her vice-like grip around his waist doesn’t bother him in the slightest. As long as she’s here where he can see her face to face and hold her just like this, he’d say yes to another interview and another.

Hiccup feels her hands move higher so that now they rest behind his neck as she beckons him down for a kiss that they so desperately desire from each other.

“Hey, Hiccstrid.” Comes the familiar voice of his cousin.

Hiccup and Astrid break apart reluctantly and turn to face the direction from which Astrid came. Standing in the same uniform and combat boots, are the friends he me missed so much over the course of eight months.

“Now, I don’t want a kiss or anything like that, but-” Taylor, the male twin says.

“Buy we’d at least like a hug.” Rebelle finishes.

While everyone surrounded Hiccup as they became reunited with each other, Astrid made eye contact with Anna, first and then Jack and Elsa up in the control panel.

She mouths 'thank you’ to all three and offers them a smile as they give her one in return.

“And there you have it, everyone. Hiccup’s gift as a 'thank you’ for stopping by and chatting for the first time. Thanks for watching, and I hope you’ll tune in next week on Melting Wynters Ice.”

AN: I really hope you all enjoyed this one shot! Let me know what you think and if you want, follow me on tumblr blackwolfzbane! Feedback is greatly appreciated.

read here on fanfiction.net and ao3:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12780923/1/Come-Home

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13214700

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bb-bigbang-org · 4 years ago

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EPISODE 4 - “I just worry that I'm being too messy” - DESIREE

JOE

Its a bit annoying having to throw every single hoh, but I'm not in any position to take shots at Drew and Kayla. I was hoping Kayla would've been gone last cycle but instead I lose one of my closest allies.

BROOKE

Kayla and I successfully told Austin about Mandi and Joe. This is because Joe is trying to pin the vote for Cody to stay on me and I’m not sure why he’s doing that. Austin has definitely taken Joe’s spot as my number 2.

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 14:

Wow, two weeks in the Big Brother house... It feels like the game is just starting too.

HOH Results: Of fucking course Austin won again. That man is putting a huge target on his back by winning constantly. At least he seems to want to work with me, so I feel like he wouldn't put me up, but you just never know. I really wonder who he'll put up though.. I have no idea.

FROSBY

So im on the block. Stinkin Austin. So he comes to me before putting me up and tells me he is putting me up agaisnt Joe bc Joe and me are huge allies. I then go into my story about how Joe backstabbed me in the last season we played in and now I can't stand him. In reality I like Joe and I know him and Mandi are trying to help me with getting far in this game. But now im on the block with Joe and this isn't looking good for us, it looks even worse for me because if either of us gets saved then Austin says he plans on putting up Mandi so it just won't be a good situation. Regardless it is time for Power of Veto and this is the first time in this whole game where I am actually going to give my best effort to winning a challenge and not throwing the challenge to keep the heat off of me. But with me on the block I need to really win this to not only save my own ass but potentially save Joe's ass in the process. Wish me luck with winning this!

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 15:

Alliance Chats: The group chatted about who our biggest targets are. It seems everyone is on the same page. We are targeting Lukas, Brooke, & Kayla. Lukas because he pulled that stunt with HOH and then put me up. Brooke because she was leading the pack in trying to get votes for me to go up as a nom. And Kayla because she's so close with Brooke and she seems like a social threat. We chatted about Austin, I'm not sure how to feel about him because he's protecting me and feeding me tons of information, but he's not on our side of the house. Plus, he said he's putting up Frosby as a pawn this week.

Kiss The Crown: I am playing so buddy buddy with Austin right now. I feel like I'm kissing his feet, saying how I wish I could win more comps so I could be of more use to him. LMAO Really, he is useful to me because he keeps winning and he wants to keep me safe for whatever reason. Every time he wins something, he messages me right away to tell me I'm safe. But he's such a huge target so I don't want to keep him around forever. Especially now that he's nominating my biggest ally, even if he insists it's as a pawn. I mean, wasn't Joe a pawn last time?

DREW

I don't think I've recorded one of these in a while, so it seemed like a good time to do so! But I honestly love that the only HoHs this season are between Lukas and Austin. Two people that are high on my trust list, and I don't have to do anything- just sit there and look pretty.

That being said and done, I wanna like dive in to the last two weeks of this game. So Lukas narrowly beats me out for HoH (AGAIN) and decides to go for a democratic vote in terms of his reign. People are saying that its a "smart" idea, but like... really? I love Lukas and all but that was a horrible move on his part. I guess it was his way of appeasing people because he wasn't too active, but like... come on dude. You already put up one person, why piss off another? Or two in this case.

So then the votes of that democratic vote is revealed, and I get 4th. And who voted for me? Cody, Andy and Joe. Cody, understandable. Andy, he's irrelevant... but Joe? Joe, he needs to stop denying to me that he's thrown me under the bus and sold me down the river to both Lukas and Austin. Because this is week 3 (at the time of this write up its Week 4) and I'm slowly losing my patience with him.

Lukas also thought it was smart of him to put me, him and Joe in an alliance. And I'll be honest, I'll play the sweet little angel child that I am to get information out Joe, but there is no way you can't make me TRUST him. And I don't. I won't ever, but I'd like to see how far he'll go with his lies.

Fast forward, Brooke wins the veto, yadda yadda. I don't care about Brooke. She's almost as conniving and heartless as Ashley, but like she's out- so I don't care. She takes down Kayla and CODY finally goes up and goes home. But like in Cody fashion, he can't say anything without having it involve me- but I don't care cause he's already got one foot out of the door.

Here's where it gets interesting. The vote as 10-1. Meaning someone voted to keep Cody in this house. People say it was Joe. People say it was Brooke. Brooke, however, did not hesitate to throw Joe under the bus by providing a screenshot about it. Do I believe it? No. Could be 100%? Yes. BUT THAT'S NOT THE BEST PART OF THIS WEEK ENDING

I wake up the next day, and I see that I get a dying star. Cody was just evicted, and just like in Cody fashion, he wants to see me fail. Thankfully, the Dying Star is a randomized thing done by a bot to see if I get an Advantage or a Disadvantage. I already know who are the other two Dying Star recipients. One of them, is my #1, Chloe- she told me in private what her's was. Its too powerful to let that slip out. The 2nd is with Mr. Sammy, and he told the members of "They Suck The Most" an alliance comprised of myself, Sammy, Chloe and Lukas on Day 2- that he has the advantage to change up the veto to benefit one of us! And now there's me with the 3rd of 5 Advantages (thanks to the randomizer LOVING me!) where I can play an advantage on any HoH or PoV of my choosing!

So thanks Cody for being a BITTER BITCH, because I just got away with having the BEST outcome of this week. You leaving and me getting an advantage in this game. Mwah!

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 16:

POV Results - Fucking JOE won the POV?! Come on! That was the worst possible scenario. I tried to convince Austin to put up Brooke as the replacement and so did Frosby, which I'm sure set off some red flags for Austin. Austin didn't respond and just put up Andy. I WANT TO SCREAM. I hate that this vote is between Andy and Frosby, but Frosby has been my number 1 since day 1, so I'm choosing him. I am so over Austin. He is clearly just playing everybody in this house and wants to be allies with everyone and then just quietly cut them out of the equation. I'm over it.

Fauxlliance - So, after the POV ceremony, Austin messaged me asking if we should keep Frosby and then make an alliance with the three of us. I don't trust Austin at all but I agreed to this "alliance" so I could get information from him, and as a hail mary to try to save Frosby. After making this alliance, before the chat was even created, Frosby got a screenshot of Austin saying if he wins HOH again, he's putting up Frosby because he "doesn't want another Cody". God that guy is a piece of work. All I know is, if I win HOH, I'm putting up Austin & Lukas. IDGAF. I also know I need to start chatting with some of the girls because my alliances are growing thin.

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 17:

Lukas - Lukas has reached out to me today talking about how he feels like he's on the outskirts of the house, no one trusts him because of his last HOH, and he hates that he had to put me up last time. This game is mindfucking me because I feel like I'm riding both sides of the house and I want to be loyal to both. I feel like Lukas is genuine when he talks to me, but he's so close to Austin that it scares me. I do feel like he may only really have Austin on his side though as major allies so he probably needs more allies. I definitely trust him more than Austin. I would actually be happy to work with him moving forward, I just worry that I'm being too messy.

WEEK 4 CAST ASSESSMENT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPCbKKRcJ54

#EPISODES

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Dandelion’s Tales, Part 2 ~ Chapter 1

Dear Reader. It is I, Master Dandelion! Back again from the depths of the complex, tangling Novigrad streets so that I can present to you the next chapter of my story. You remember the previous one, right? My extravagant tales with my faithful ally, Dune? I hope you do, because this is my continuation of it, right here (Please read the first one, I beg you). Wait, you can’t read it? Of course; my apologies. There’s only one copy of it stuffed in my chambers at the Chameleon! What am I saying… wait, where are you running off to? Wait!

Oh well, I’m probably coming home to a broken-in building. Nevertheless, here it is! Now, I must warn you. This second adventure is a much more dangerous yet eventful story than the first – not that I’m afraid of danger, of course! I am not a fighter, or a swordsman however I can handle myself, you know. I don’t need a sword to talk my way out of a situation! I mean, I guess I can say I have Dune for that, though I dislike his sudden sword flashes at every given opportunity… though if he hadn’t, I’d probably be dead by now!

I’ve rambled on too long! Please enjoy.

After receiving that note – the one about meeting “D” at Farcorners the next evening, my anticipation of excitement within me pulsated in rhythm with my heartbeat. I immediately burned the letter and jumped around like an overly-hysterical Nekker. I’m pretty sure I woke everybody else up in the building; all the drunken lads, tired bartenders and extraordinary musicians. (Apologies for that, by the way). I spent the next day preparing myself. Yes, I knew it would be highly dangerous. Before, it was unintentional: stumbling across danger at the most awkward time possible, then having Dune rescue me as if I was the damsel in distress (I was not the damsel in distress!). Now, however, I was seeking it; actually going out of my way to write about our remarkable discoveries together. I was actually certain I would probably find my way to the tip of some hunter’s pointy sword. After already experiencing this tale that I’m about to unravel to you, I can say that Younger-Dandelion was not wrong! I paced around the fish-market, saying hello to my fellow friends and frantically buying provisions for the journey. I juggled around taverns experiencing the finest ales before I became immediately stripped of them that evening. I heard word from Geralt of Rivia, simply asking me if I was fairing well in Novigrad, and that he’d just left Kaer Morhen in search of a contractor who was looking for some peculiar amulets, or something (I didn’t really pay attention). Then I stressfully waited until it was almost midnight, with my notes, parchment and journals in hand, before wandering out…

The sweet air of the city was crisp and strict. Echoes of my breath hung like relaxed clouds in front of my face. Choking smells of burning plagued the streets, finding their way from the nearby houses, up the chimneys or the windows and leaking onto the silent air. I swiftly walked around the plentiful splotches of Redanians that paced the cobblestones, and pardoned my way through busy civilians, carrying baskets of items or wielding knives against their hidden sleeves waiting for the right citizen to come by to unintentionally volunteer as their personal stabbing sack. I made my way across the crumbling bridge and… there he was. Wasn’t hard to spot him. He was the only one in my view with a horse and a suspiciously calm silhouette.

“Well, we meet again.” He said as I grew closer. He maintained his cheery tone despite his barbaric nature and familiarity with the handle of a sword. Sweat proceeded from his forehead, glittering in the moonlight, whilst his long, streaking black beard (which had been noticeably trimmed since the last time I saw him) flickered in the breezy air like the leaves off of trees. He had both hands rustling inside a satchel strapped to the side of the mare, but immediately retreated them to make way for a pat on my back.

“Indeed.” I returned. We exchanged stares for an unusually long amount of time.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why what?”

“Why did you invite me back here?” My words rung in the subtle atmosphere, and I thought of before. His only mission was to get me back safely, and now he wanted to bring me back into it. I’m not complaining, of course! I love the idea of exploring the unknown and unveiling it to every single person I know. It’s exciting!

“I couldn’t resist. I see potential.” I’m certain I saw a pinprick of happiness in his crystal blue eyes, which he noticed and then immediately looked away into the distance to hide it. “Is a life meaningful if you don’t risk your life for the things you love?” He had a valid point. I smiled, looking down at my feet.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. I was in his debt. I couldn’t have possible wandered out into all sorts of danger to document the things I’d love to experience, but now I have Dune. Experienced killer (unfortunately, I guess) but good protector all the same. The only thing he gained from this was a clumsy idiot following him around a lot, which continued to spark the question of ‘why?’.

“It might be dangerous.” He turned back to look at me, warning me in a grave tone. I nodded like a nervous child, accepting the risk. “Let’s do this.” He mounted the horse and welcomed me to join behind him, on the same horse. How it managed both our weight combined, I’ll never know.

“So where exactly are we going?” I’m going to be honest, I was expecting to ride off into the wilderness, and thus document the strange things of the world that nobody really sees. However, Dune had other plans. To my immediate surprise, he had steered the horse back into Novigrad; swerving around corners and flinging townspeople out of the way! I had to shout in order for him to pay attention to me (rather than actually hear me over the clattering of the horse hooves).

“You’ll see!” His mischievous grin replied.

Before I knew it I was staring at a boat that had just come into harbour.

“Are you kidding me.” I think even Dune noticed it was more of a shocked expression than an actual question. I had brushed down the muck from my suit and laid down my tiny brown bag to the side, resting on a box. Dune wandered off to talk to some locals, then returned a moment later. Meanwhile, dockhands and privateers rummaged through the port like tiny, angry ants going about their day. I asked him what we were doing here.

“You’re the one who wanted this!” he exclaimed in a humorous voice as if to say ‘there’s no turning back now!’ “It’ll be fun!”

“Hm.” We both briefly looked away. The now rising sunlight charred the wooden boards and stone across the city. Chatters hid within the convoluted streets, and the red brick of the housing complemented the heat like a ferocious blaze. I lost count at the amount of times I had to wipe the sweat off my forehead, yet, astonishingly, Dune hadn’t done it once since we got off the horse.

Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity of chatting to locals, our ears stood up like alert animals as the rather dull-looking captain of the ship started shouting all around just before Dune pat me on the back and dragged me up.

“Right, that’s our cue!” he chuckled.

“We’re not actually doing this, are we?” I exclaimed in shock. We were actually doing this.

I was nervous, I admit. I didn’t bring my sea legs with me. I tried to hide to fact that I was actually shitting myself on the inside. We boarded the creaking structure, and the bridge became knocked off and onto the pier. We were off. “Don’t worry.” Dune said, “It’s all paid for; you and me.” He cheekily winked at me before rummaging off to talk with people on the ship.

“I’m actually quite concerned. Where are we going? What if we cannot make it back? What if…” I began to shout to Dune amongst the wailing of the waves and the sails.

“Don’t be! It’ll be fine.” He talked back. He seemed so relaxed; definitely not the cautious man from before, eyeing behind his shoulder at every opportunity. By this point, we had been on this boat for a few days and I’d thrown up enough times to be unable to count them on both hands, and there was no land to be seen amidst the thick fog and the wild sea. Sighing, he turned back to me. We were idly standing on the deck; men rushing around us carrying spindles of netting and boxes of freshly hooked fish, screaming and shouting cheerfully as they hurry about their business. It was surprising how much they stank! Not to be rude, but I literally had to almost choke myself to dissipate the smell. “Look,” he started, softly grabbing my arm in an attempt to comfort me, “we are only heading out of the continent! This is going to be different – and twice as exciting!” he added enthusiastically. “It’ll only take a day, now. I promise!” He wandered off again (he has a habit of doing that at random moments).

I struggled. It was in the middle of nowhere, and the only feeling of company was the vivid sense of other people’s soaked clothing and greasy monotonous food! I’m not saying the presence of food is a bad thing, but you know what I mean. Along the journey, I met this seemingly shy fellow named Will. I must say, don’t let his appearance fool you! He had a timid body structure, with black, curly locks coiled within a piece of vibrant, red cloth around his head, and his almost-luminous green eyes. However he managed to contain double the confidence as one of those brutes you see on the dim Novigrad alleys! He approached me one lunchtime, amidst the rocking of the ship and creaking of the wailing floorboards. He lumped down right next to me and immediately smiled.

“You eating that fish?” he roared brightly. He nudged me and, before I could even answer, he took it from my plate and started chomping on it like a wild creature. I let it slide for now; I must’ve been so desperate for someone else to talk to. I nodded slightly and kept my face blank and cryptic.

“So…”

“Will!” he said.

“Nice to meet you… Will. My name’s –“

“Dandelion!” He looked mid-twenties, but had this quirky attitude of a ten year-old. Munching of my remaining parts of my food, I asked him how he knew. “You get a lot of talk around the cabins!” he started, “We laugh at you for your incompetence to walk steady on the deck.” He leaned into me for a whisper, “It is kinda funny!” I chuckled with him before silence engulfed the conversation for a small period of time.

“So, you’re a pirate, then?” I tried for anything to give me leverage in the conversation, however the moment he stuck a knife to my throat was the moment I had regretted it.

“Absolutely not!” he barked loudly, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear – or for anyone to pay attention I guess. “I’m a privateer. There’s a difference.” I held my hands up in surrender as he withdrew the knife and chuckled. “I’m only kidding!” he said before running off to tamper with something else.

“Okay then.”

Land was in sight. I’m pretty sure I saw it before anyone else (yes, I was that desperate). Sand guarded the forest-like structure, clashing against the water. I took excited gasps before immediately dashing to my room to gather my notes and journals.

“Sail ho!” Shit. Those words, chorused by multiple men above me, vibrated the ship before explosions and splinters of wood shattered around me. Dropping everything, I rushed to the surface to see what was happening. Ships. Multiple attackers surrounded our own. Smoke rose from the sea like plumes of grey matter from a fire. Metal shots zoomed past our heads and some into the ship itself, allowing passage of gushing floods through the structure. Deafening periods of silence followed bursts of sound as blazes of yellow inflicted upon all three ships. Us, and our two hostiles.

“Dandelion!” I heard Dune shout. I couldn’t see him, for all I saw were our own people dashing around with drawn swords, and those same people crying blood by my feet. “Get inside!” The boat rocked heavily, in time with my panicked heartbeat. I stumbled around, tripping over bodies and collecting water in the bottom of my boots. I managed to get into the depths of the ship, however water was already up to my knees, and still rising. I slammed my cabin door open, searching for anything to use for a weapon. The shouts and screams grew numbingly quiet, muffled through the water and the power of the shots from our invaders. The last thing I saw before I propelled out of the gaping hole in the side of the ship, and into the open water, was Will’s body, bloody and limp, lying dead in the corner of the room.

My eyes struggled to pry themselves open. My first senses consisted of wet sand on most sides of my face, drenched clothing weighing me down, and a steel sword pressing against my throat. I startled myself awake, backing my body away into a tree as my vision slowly became more vivid. Dune.

“Did I scare ya?” he sheathed his sword and gave me a helping hand from the ground.

“That’s not funny! We could’ve died and you’re playing jokes?” I started to brush off the sand and clean my face, however I was certain I was just making it worse.

“Well we made it to our destination, didn’t we?” he seemed too relax for this situation; relishing the moment like a fine ale rather than assessing it seriously. Combating the grains of sand on my crimson clothing like a tiny, insignificant war, I looked at him more carefully – studying his expressions. “Look, I’m only trying to lighten the mood. I know this is a pretty fucked situation, but look on the bright side! You wanted adventure, you got adventure.” Did I want adventure? I wasn’t sure anymore. With no sure way back home and no food to secure our stomachs, we were effectively stranded. Shit.

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Hello! Welcome to Chapter 1 of this series. I hoped you enjoyed it. As you may have noticed, I had a bit of trouble with writing recently: little time etc. but I made it! I enjoy writing, anyhow. Please if you can, leave a note or reblog; each one makes my day :) Have a good weekend!

Note that this is a prequel to The Steel that Warmed Us in the Night-Time, and (obviously) a sequel to Dandelion's Tales (part 1.) You’ll see why soon ;)

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