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A Kiss a Day Makes a Viking Cra...zy

Ever since the end of the Dragon War, Astrid has rewarded Hiccup with little kisses for doing something right. It was a little ritual, a punch and then a kiss. But after the end of the war with the Berserkers, Astrid claims he doesn't need the kisses anymore.

Hiccup begs to differ, and does something stupid and drastic about it.

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“I could get used to it.” That was supposed to be a joke, an instinctual reaction to being thrown for a lovely dovey loop.

It was not supposed to be a challenge, which at this point, Hiccup wondered if that’s how Astrid took it.

The format was always the same. A punch on the arm, or stomach, or some other tender spot for a mistake, and then followed by a kiss. The kiss wasn’t necessarily given a stated reason anymore, just implied to be earned when something good was done. Especially for good things no one else was going to recognize him for. Kind of like the ultimate critique sandwich, but backwards and open faced. Or a reversal of the Honey and the Hatchet.

Really, it was just Astrid’s thing.

The second kiss came a week after the first. Hiccup was still getting used to his prosthetic leg and spent most time getting around on Toothless. Despite this, he was doing his best to acclimate the Dragons and villagers to each other. He worked hard and did his best, but it wasn’t until Stoick allowed them to start the dragon academy that things were starting to fall into place.

As Hiccup watched the sign placed on top of the old kill ring, he felt a sense of pride. Then a punch to the arm. “Ow!”

“That’s for working so hard when you should still be resting,” Astrid scolded.

“Well, I’d love to! But with all the dragons still settling and everyone getting used to—”

Astrid cut him off with a kiss, watching as he kept his eyes closed after for a moment before fluttering open.

“But you did good. I think this’ll be a lot of fun.”

“Uh huh,” he grinned.

The next one was given after Gobber started his Dragon dentistry practice. The punch was because Hiccup had let Gobber’s imagination run wild and almost caused damage to the dragons. But the kiss was just as sweet as it had ever been.

Another came after the first snow of the season. Astrid challenged him to a friendly race down the mountain, riding the snow instead of flying. Their game got a little rowdier than it should have and their shenanigans caused an avalanche. On dragons, one merely needs to fly away, but Hiccup was out of luck as the snow froze Toothless’ tail shut.

Astrid was determined to help and steered Stormfly close to try. All this really accomplished was getting them both knocked into a gorge.

“Astrid?”

“Hiccup, over here…I’m freezing.”

Hiccup crawled over to where he heard her voice in the darkness. “Come here, I got you.”

Astrid likewise reached out for him, finding his scrawny body and wrapping her arms around him to suck up whatever heat he had. In return, he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands over her back and arms.

“Where are the dragons?” He asked, teeth chattering.

Toothless warbled in response, and then blasted up at the ceiling of ice. The light illuminated the area for a moment, and melted the ice a little, water dripping down on them. Stormfly did the same, her flame bursting like a torch.

With the light, they could see both dragons had their wings raised and formed a sort of tent around them to keep them from being buried in the snow.

“Wow…they protected us.”

“Amazing,” Astrid breathed, and then turned to look at him.

Whoa he was close! Their noses almost touched! Both scrambled a few inches away, still holding onto each other’s arms for warmth, but separated their bodies.

“Oh! Yeah, so uh…we’re good now. No peril!”

“Yep,” she cleared her throat. She was determined not to be awkward, and punched him.

“Ow!”

“For starting the avalanche,” she explained.

“Me starting it? Oh I don’t think so! I’m pretty sure—“

As if he hadn’t learned better by now, Astrid cut him off with a tiny kiss.

“Uh…for keeping you warm?”

“Wow, you really are a genius.”

“Hey!”

Almost weekly, Hiccup did something that Astrid decided deserved a kiss. From helping his father tame a Thunderdrum, to saving the village dragons from the illness of the blue oleander, Astrid was there with the one-two punch.

The Snoggletog kiss was well appreciated, he thought. Bringing back all the other dragons and having to be alone without Toothless for the holidays would have been tough. But thankfully, that moment of melancholy didn’t last and Toothless arrived just in time, with a gift of his own.

Heather almost threw off their ritual with her arrival and upset, but once Astrid got her ‘not jealousy’ under control, they were able to help her instead. Hiccup could have sworn the kiss that came later was more intense and lasted longer than usual.

He got one for throwing Thawfest so that Snotlout could preserve the honor of his family name. That kiss was bittersweet, because Snotlout’s bragging had been beyond hurtful.

The day Hiccup had been struck by lightning, he was pretty sure he was done for. That would be the last of his great deeds. But he awoke with a splitting headache, a gross taste in his mouth, and a cool new scar on his left side. Astrid was there, sitting with him and Toothless while he recovered.

“Hey,” she said, her voice wet.

“Hi,” he breathed. For a moment he panicked. He threw the covers back and saw that he was still just missing the one leg. He breathed a sigh of relief. “For a second there, I thought I lost another one.”

She leaned over him. “Nope. Just a little singed hair.” She flicked his ear.

“Ow!”

“That’s for scaring me.”

“Well, sorry! I had to prove—!”

Predictably, she interrupted him with a kiss.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She breathed after pulling away.

“Just…stop me before I do something stupid like that again.”

On and on, through thick and thin, the only constants were Toothless at his side and Astrid’s kisses.

It had been a long long year. With everything they had been through with the Outcasts, Dagur, and the Screaming Death, Hiccup was prepared to take a long vacation, hopefully not needing to fight or strategize for a long time.

Or ever, if he could help it.

He said as much to his father. “I’d soon just as well leave the chiefing to you.” Though he knew he would have his own problems with the dragons and training them. But that was paltry compared to fighting a war.

In fact, he probably needed the days of insanity to balance out the days of peace. A little chaos to keep life spicy.

As he finished his evening flight, he saw Astrid and Stormfly sitting on the high cliff looking over the town, watching the sunset. He was drawn to her, no matter how exhausted his body was. Seeing her, sitting beside her, talking to her, that was peace. That was refreshing.

Toothless landed behind her, and once Hiccup dismounted, he was off chasing Stormfly.

“Hi,” Astrid greeted, as his feet touched grass.

“Evening,” he smiled widely. “May I join you?”

“So polite! Of course.” She grinned.

Hiccup plopped down beside her, his hand resting close to hers, not quite touching, but enough to feel the heat and invite her to instigate the touch.

“I’m really proud of you,” she began, not looking away from the sky. “You did amazing today.”

“Well, thanks! It was…crazy. I thought I might die there a few times.”

“You saved the Island. You stopped the war with the Outcasts and Berserkers. We finally have peace.”

“Well, at least for now. We thought we’d have peace after we killed the Red Death. It didn’t take long for new enemies to pop up.”

“Old enemies,” Astrid corrected. “The peace with the dragons just made way for the Outcasts to get back into it. And we all knew Dagur was going to be a problem when he became Chief. Don’t be so pessimistic.”

“You’re right. As usual.”

She elbowed him gently, a smirk on her lips.

Hiccup could feel it on the horizon. Their ritual was upon them, and maybe even more significant now that he was anticipating it. In fact, this time, he determined he would kiss her back. Maybe hold her face so she wouldn’t pull away too quickly.

That was a sign of maturity, wasn’t it? Not letting his knees knock together and his stomach twist at the mere thought of kissing Astrid?

“So…” He began, desperate to get the ball rolling.

“Hmm?”

“Aren’t you…going to give the ol’ one two punch?”

She glanced at him, one eyebrow raised.

“You know…the punch for doing something stupid, and then…” he tried not to smile at the insinuation. He had to play it cool, coy, afterall.

“Nah,” she shrugged. “Not this time.”

He deflated. “Oh.”

But Astrid wasn’t finished there. She decided to deliver a new ‘one two punch’. “I don’t think you need that anymore.”

The breath was knocked out of his lungs. “What?”

“Yeah. You’ve come a long way in your self assurance since those early days. You have so much more confidence now! The village trusts you, even Snotlout trusts you! You don’t need me to give those extra boosts.”

He felt sick. An absolutely gut-churning sickness. That’s what she was doing? Improving his self worth?

Well, it had worked, he supposed.

“I…I didn’t realize…”

She patted his back, a nice strong slap. “I noticed. You took down this massive monster of a dragon, saved thousands of lives, and when thanked for it, you curled into yourself and brushed it off. Like you didn’t deserve it. But you did!”

“I mean…I’m still not proud of myself for killing a dragon.”

“You don’t have to be proud about that part. But you should be proud of rescuing the village after being disowned. Proud of standing up tall in the face of fear. And you should be proud of all that came after it. The friendships that were made, how the entire worldview of Vikings has flipped upside down. You did that.”

Hiccup swallowed, “yeah, I guess.”

“And now you’re owning it. You don’t need me anymore.”

“Wha-wha-what?! That’s crazy talk! Of course I still need you, Astrid! You’ve been my greatest support since the beginning.”

“I’m not going anywhere, stupid.” She nudged him. “I’m still here to give my support and guidance, but you don’t need me to superficially inflate your ego.”

“B-but…”

She stood, giving his head a fond rub. “You’re doing great. Don’t forget that. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“...okay.” He sighed, feeling really rather lousy.

Astrid didn’t seem to notice, or anticipated he’d take this news poorly. But she just said a cheery goodbye and went to get Stormfly. Then she was gone, leaving the worst kind of heartbreak in her wake.

Toothless, however, picked up on Hiccup’s mood immediately and went to comfort him as soon as Stormfly left the ground. He nuzzled under Hiccup’s arm and crooned.

“Thanks bud. I…I’m so stupid. I should have known she didn’t—” The thought was too sad for him to continue. “I should have known.”

He didn’t sleep well that night. He was pretty sure he didn’t sleep at all.

Because of what Astrid had said about his self-assurance and being proud of his accomplishments, he tried not to let the hurt show. It was extremely hard, however, and he found himself longing for her more and more when he saw her. Before her speech, he’d say his affection towards Astrid bordered on healthy; a camaraderie between childhood friends, sprinkled with moments and hints of something more. Now, with her withholding that ‘something special’, something unlocked inside of Hiccup. A new, weird and unfamiliar set of desires. He wanted to hold her close, touch her skin, smell her hair.

Just the thought of it made him blush in shame.

Hiccup and Astrid. Two peas in a pod. Eggs and bacon. Best of friends who were always together when possible. It had become so commonplace, that everyone noticed something was wrong.

It only would have been more jarring if Toothless had been the one to say ‘you don’t need me anymore’ and only came around to visit.

Astrid wasn’t acting any different, and that might have been the hardest part. She still sought him out at the forge or at the academy for company. Only now, when Hiccup heard her calling, he went running and hiding.

He just couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle spending time with her knowing she had no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

There was this bitter part of him that claimed she wasted his time. How dare she kiss him and…and train him like a pet! Oh the more he thought about it, the angrier he became!

And why did it have to be kisses?! Darkly, he wondered if she was trying him out, seeing if he was what she wanted in a partner, only to ultimately decide he wasn’t what she was looking for.

Talk about a blow to his self-esteem!

“Hiccup?” Fishlegs asked, standing outside the forge.

“Oh, hey Fishlegs.”

“I was wondering if we could…not run drills today?”

“You can sit out if you want to,” Hiccup assured. “You’ve been doing really good.”

“Well, that’s the thing. I feel like I’m running those drills in my sleep! Can we do something else? Maybe all the dragon riders can go explore a nearby island. See if there’s any dragon behavior to study?”

“You know what? That’s a great idea. You guys can go off and explore. I didn’t really have any ideas for lessons anyway.”

“What about you? You don’t want to come with us?”

“No, don’t worry about me. In fact, I need to work on my leg and not having the academy stuff to worry about will give me way more time to work on it.”

“Your leg? What’s wrong with your leg?”

“Growth spurt!” Gobber interjected cheerfully. “Our little Hiccup has gained two inches in the last month! That’s a record, that is!”

“And I’m leaning,” Hiccup added. “So I have to decide if I’m going to add a block or just make a new one.”

“What if you made it telescoping?” Suggested Fishlegs. “So if you grow more, you can make it longer! Then once you think you’re done, you can make a final leg!”

“That’s not a bad idea, Fishlegs!” Hiccup cheered.

“It’ll be tricky to get it to hold your weight if it telescopes,” Gobber argued. “But you’re clever enough, you can figure it out.”

“It might take me a few days. Can you handle the riders in the meantime?”

“Are you sure?” Asked Fishlegs. “You love leading the academy!”

“Yeah well, this is more important right now. I’m…I need a project to just focus on.”

“Well, if you’re sure. I’m sure me and Astrid can come up with things to do.”

Just hearing her name brought heat to his face. “You uh…you do that.”

Fishlegs saluted. “Can do!”

Gobber keenly absorbed this info, and as Hiccup went into the back to get to work, he slipped out to have a chat with Stoick.

—

That night, Hiccup came home to find Gobber and his father waiting for him.

“Whoa…hey?” He smiled awkwardly. “What’s with the…disapproving looks? Did I do something wrong?”

Stoick came right out and said it. “What happened with Astrid?”

His face flushed. “What? What makes you think something happened with Astrid?! That’s crazy! Ha! Actually, it’s the exact opposite! Nothing happened with Astrid…absolutely nothing.”

“Well,” Gobber smirked. “I’m convinced.”

“You can talk to us, son. We’re here to guide you.”

Hiccup didn’t doubt they meant well, but it wasn’t exactly something he wanted to talk about. Then again, he could do with some validation. It’d be so nice to hear, ‘aye lad, what she did was cruel’.

Inevitably, Hiccup sighed. “Astrid…she said she’s not going to kiss me anymore.”

The two men looked surprised, like they weren’t expecting that to be the problem.

“Go on,” said Stoick, eyebrow rising.

“Okay, so…you remember how she kissed me after I lost my leg?”

“Aye! In front of everyone! You know how many people asked about wedding arrangements after that?” Stoick asked.

“Ugh, don’t tell me.” Hiccup went over and sat by the fire, collecting his thoughts and how to say the rest. “Well…after that, it kind of became a ritual. She’d kiss me, but only as a reward for doing something good. It was never really spontaneous. And we weren’t like…courting or anything.” He sighed. “She just told me that she doesn’t need to do that anymore because my self esteem has improved. And she said it so casually…I didn’t know that’s what she was doing. I thought…maybe…”

He expected the men to offer condolences, and then words to the effect of ‘buck up boy-o.’

But no. They laughed. Hard.

Hiccup shrank in his seat. “Wow, thanks. My heart feels so much better.”

Stoick sat next to him and swept him into a hug. “Aw lad, we’re not laughing at you.”

“Pretty sure you did.”

“Nah, it’s only funny because it’s so predictable!” Gobber assured.

“Predictable? I didn’t see this coming at all.”

Stoick squeezed his shoulder. “Teenagers are so dramatic. Even the calmest and most rational ones still find a way to make a mess.”

“Wh-what are you saying? That this is my fault?”

“Yes and no.”

“How is this my fault?! What did I do?!”

“Did you ever kiss her back? Initiate the kisses on your own?”

Hiccup shrank on himself. “No…but I wanted to.”

“Oh, so you told her that?”

“...no.”

“Well, there you go!” Stoick gestured with a sweep of the arms, like everything was so obvious.

“You’ve lost me,” Hiccup admitted.

Stoick smiled knowingly, like he knew a great big secret he was keeping close to the chest. “Astrid, for all her strength as a warrior, is still a woman. And women never say what they mean. It’s like they have their own language.”

“That’s kinda rude…”

“Lad, she likes you. Everyone knows that. She wouldn’t be kissing you if she didn’t.”

“Well, maybe at one time!” Hiccup leapt to his feet, slipping on his shorter foot before regaining his balance. “But she was so nonchalant about it, like she was relieved of her duties.”

“She’s just playing cold.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. Astrid isn’t like that.”

“Oh lad, you’re going to drive me crazy,” Stoick pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, she’s putting the ball in your court. She’s constantly been making moves on you to get you to see her feelings, and you haven’t responded. So now, she’s putting it up to you to make things official if you want, or pretend like there’s nothing romantic between you. What you need to do is a grand gesture of some sort. An acknowledgement of this thing between you. She’s tired, and it’s your turn.”

Hiccup looked into the fire before slowly sitting down. “That seems…really complicated.”

“Love is complicated.”

Hiccup felt his cheeks burn at the ‘L’ word.

“You love her, don’t you?” Stoick asked. “I can tell. I think everyone can.”

Hiccup buried his head in his hands. “But what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not.”

“But what if you are!? A grand gesture of affection could ruin what little friendship I have left with Astrid!”

“And not doing it would ruin it, and the possibility of anything more.”

More. The hand holding, the hair touching, the late night rendezvous to the cove…

“I don’t know…” He groaned. “This is stupid.”

“Give it a few days,” Stoick advised. “Finish up your leg, and just keep it in the back of your mind. I’m sure you’ll figure it all out.”

“Your faith in me is astounding.”

“Well, it’s proved to be fruitful in the past. Why would it be any different now?”

Hiccup sighed, but smiled in appreciation. It was nice knowing that Stoick was so confident in him. Hiccup just wished he could be that confident.

—

It took a week to build his new leg. In that time, Astrid came to visit three times. At first, she demanded to know what he was working on and why he wasn’t training with them. When he showed her the schematics for his leg, she seemed rather pleased and didn’t ask anymore questions. She would stay for a while, recounting all that had happened in the day. She complained about Snotlout and the twins, described in the most vivid detail she could the landscapes they saw, and excitedly shared the tidbits of dragon behavior discovered.

All over, she pretended like everything was fine, and like she didn’t have Stormfly skewer his heart with a Nadder spine.

Everytime she left, she’d give a cheerful farewell and Hiccup would find himself falling more in love. When did she grow her hair out? Her bangs were no longer a straight fringe she hid an eye behind, but a wave of blond feathers that framed her face. When did she get those curves? Those hips? Those legs?

And when did he start to care about those things?

After a week of hard thinking, he had a finished leg and a plan for Astrid. It was one of his riskier plans, kinda stupid and kinda crazy. But those were her favorite! All he had to do was speak her language…the language of warriors and vikings.

And, more importantly, it provided Astrid an out. She could take it, and they would simply never talk about this again. And everything would be fine!

Yeah right.

It was mid morning, when most of the village was up in the Great Hall having breakfast and sharing the latest gossip and news. If there was ever a time to make a grand gesture, it was now.

Hiccup and Toothless stood outside the hall, listening to the buzzing crowd. Hiccup was shaking like a leaf, as Toothless nosed him inside.

He took a deep breath and started walking with purpose towards the head table, where his father was currently seated. He muttered a mantra of ‘this is stupid, I’m so stupid, this is stupid, I’m so stupid’ under his breath.

Once he reached his father’s table, Stoick smiled at him. “Morning son!”

Hiccup didn’t respond, too in the zone to do so. Instead, he climbed on the table, careful not to step in his father’s porridge.

“Ohh is it happenin’?” Asked Gobber, giggling like a teenager.

Some people stopped talking when they saw him stand, but the whole room fell dead silent as he yelled, “Astrid Hofferson!” At the top of his lungs.

She looked at him, shocked and surprised.

He pointed at her, “I’m calling you out!”

Snotlout sprayed milk out his nose.

“You, me, a brawl to work out our differences! Tavern style, no armor, no weapons, just fists!”

Astrid yelled back, “Differences?! What differences?!”

He didn’t answer her directly, but elaborated. “If you win, I will make you four weapons of your choice. But if I win…you agree to be my betrothed!”

Then the Hall erupted in screaming, like girlish giddy screaming. Mostly from Fishlegs and the twins. Astrid turned very, very red.

Hiccup held up his hand for silence, then added. “You may turn down this challenge, but that will forfeit the offer of the weapons. What say you?”

He held his breath and waited, taking in the spectrum of emotions running over Astrid’s face. First shock, then embarrassment, then rage.

Not a great sign, he supposed.

With a snarl on her face, she climbed on her own table, and shouted right back at him. “Tonight, in the arena, kiss your ass goodbye!”

—

“Lad, that wasn’t exactly the grand gesture I had in mind,” said Stoick.

“Well, think about it,” Hiccup offered. “If she wants to be my betrothed, she can let me win. If not, she gets to beat me up, humiliating me in front of the village, and then she gets a bunch of weapons out of it. It’s a win-win, right?”

Stoick laughed. “If you say so.”

“And I do,” Hiccup said resolutely. “You told me to make a grand gesture, and did it in a way that speaks Astrid’s language. Brawling!”

There was a knock at the door.

“Oh I hope that’s not Astrid…” Hiccup lamented.

No, it was Snotlout, standing with a big, wide, smug grin.

“What do you want?” Hiccup droned, not in the mood.

“Oh, I’m just here to give you a nice long look. I want to memorize your face so I can mourn you properly after death.”

“Snotlout, it’s a Tavern Style brawl. She’s not going to kill me. Besides, she needs me alive to make those weapons that were promised.”

Snotlout laughed. “You have a point there, little Hiccup. But Astrid’s still going to rearrange your face!”

“Unless she throws the fight and agrees to marry me?”

“Un-fricken-likely! We all know that Astrid’s got her eyes on me. We quarrel like an old married couple already!” He preened. “Why would she want a bean pole like you?”

“Oh look at the time, so sorry you have to leave, Snotlout! See you later!” And he slammed the door in his face. “Jerk.”

“Now don’t let Snotlout get to you, lad.”

“I can’t help it. It’s the same thing I was thinking before you convinced me to go through this farce. I’m pretty extra sure she’s going to hate me. Maybe I should just get to work on those weapons now. I’m sure she’ll pick an axe at least.”

“Stop imagining the worst case scenario, lad. You don’t know how this is going to go. Astrid may surprise you.”

“Yeah, with her fist.” He covered his face with his hands. “Why oh why did I do this?”

“I think your feelings are interfering with your thinking.”

“Oh you think?” Hiccup snapped. “Sorry, I just…thought that would go over better. She looked really mad. Like, I’ve never seen her look at me that mad before. I think the closest was when I was picked to fight the Nightmare in the ring back then.”

“Think of it this way: she feels intensely for you.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“So, do you want some pointers? Wanna give this fight the ol’ viking try?”

“If you can spar and not snap me in half, we can give it a go.”

—

Hiccup made his way down to the arena early, wanting to beat the questioning crowd. He really didn’t want to be cornered by Mrs. Larson or some other busybody. He barely had answers for his father, let alone anyone else.

The cage was raised, and some of the men were assembling wooden benches for audience seating. Hiccup wondered if seating was even necessary with how short the fight was expected to last.

Gobber arrived, looking just as smug as Snotlout had been.

“I really don’t want to hear it,” Hiccup sighed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Gobber laughed. “I’m just here to wish my apprentice luck in his fight.”

“Gee thanks.”

“I’m going to be mediating the fight, so you throw me the signal when you want me to call it.”

“What about,” he raised his voice, “AGH Gobber! Call the fight, call the fight!”

“Aye, that’ll work.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“Well, it’s best to show your opponent that you aren’t wearing any armor, so take your shirt off.”

He pulled the green tunic off and tossed it over by the wall. “...she’s not going to, right?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Gobber!”

“Kidding! Kidding! I don’t know what Astrid will do. I’m just giving you some guidance. You’ve never had a proper tavern brawl, have you?”

“What is that, like an oxymoron?”

“You just fight until you can’t anymore. First one to concede or fall unconscious loses.”

“Sounds pretty straight forward.”

“A simple sport for a simple people.”

And then all the air left his lungs as Astrid sauntered into the arena, not wearing her pauldrons, arm bands, knee pads, or armored skirt. So just her sleeveless blue shirt and leggings. As she entered, she toed out of her boots and left them by the gate. Then she walked over.

“Well, are you prepared?” She asked, hands on her hips.

“D…uh…huh…” He swallowed.

With a roll of her eyes, and reached out and took his hand. Then she expertly wrapped his knuckles with a cloth strip, then did the other hand. “Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” She smirked, giving a patronizing pat to his face before wrapping up her own hands.

Hiccup shook off his boot. “I’ll uh…I’ll try not to step on your toes with my metal foot.”

“You won’t,” she assured.

“Um…may the best viking win?” He grinned awkwardly.

Astrid gave him a side eye, smirked, and said, “I’m not going to go easy on you.”

His shoulders sank. “I think that answers my question.”

“Your dumb idea,” she muttered, going over to the other side of the arena.

All there was left to do was wait for people to gather to watch him fail miserably. He paced across the dusty floor, occasionally looking over to Astrid to gauge her mood.

She was stretching, her face neutral and focused. He watched as she bent at the waist and stretched her arms to the sky. Without her armor, he could see her silhouette, her girlish form that would haunt his dreams for possibly the rest of his life.

He was taken aback by how dainty her feet were. He’d never seen them out of her boots, which was strange, considering how long they’d known each other.

She lifted her leg back and grabbed it to stretch it behind her head.

The action made Hiccup squeak.

“Are you going to stretch?” She called over. “Or snap in half?”

“Only if you’re doing the snapping.”

She glared at him.

Not wanting to make her any angrier, he turned away and attempted to stretch, but it was mostly just swinging his arms around in circles.

People were gathering, though they didn’t look pumped for a fight, just interested and kind of bored. Most people were just standing, not bothering to sit.

That was embarrassing.

Finally, when it looked like those that cared were assembled, Gobber called everyone to attention. “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to tonight’s entertainment. You know them from the Academy, but this isn’t a challenge between dragons, but fists!”

People chanted ‘hoo hoo hoo’ from above.

“Turn him into a pancake!” Ruffnut shouted.

“Turn his face inside out!” Tuffnut called.

“Make him regret being born!” Snotlout screamed.

“Maybe just rough him up a little?” Fishlegs asked.

“Brawlers, step up!” Gobber beckoned them both forward to stand an arm's length away. “Alright, shake hands.”

Astrid held out her hand, and smiled at him. “No hard feelings?”

“Of course!” He took her hand. “Please don’t hate me, Astrid. I don’t want to lose you.”

She frowned, almost a pout. “You won’t lose me. But how mad I will be will depend on how well you perform. Show me what you’re made of.”

“What? I can’t hit you!”

“Hiccup!”

“Alright brawlers, on your mark!”

“What do you mean you can’t hit me? Why did you want to fight me then?!”

“Get set…”

“I figured you’d throw the fight if you wanted to—”

“I would never!”

“Go!”

“Yaah!” Astrid took a step forward and threw her body weight into her fist, which collided with Hiccup’s jaw. It almost felt like slow motion for Hiccup, as he saw that beautiful, almost dainty hand, soar right for his face, and then connect with an audible slap.

He staggered backwards, feeling his cheek already starting to swell.

Astrid didn’t give him a second to recover before her elbow was in his stomach, then her palm in his jaw.

Colors burst behind his eyelids.

“Check this out!” She called to someone in the stands. Their friends? Her family?

Hiccup suddenly found her legs wrapped around his head, his neck crushed in the crook of her knee. Then she was cranking, twisting, flinging…and he was skittering, slamming, and dying.

Well, not dying, but he certainly felt like it.

Astrid appeared above him, leaning over to meet his eyes. “Are you done? Or are you thirsty for more?”

In that moment, haloed by the pinks and oranges of the setting sun, Astrid looked like a Valkyrie.

“Astrid…” he sang, eyes droopy and head loopy.

“Gobber, he’s incoherent. I think this thing is over.”

“I thought this fight would be quick but that was…well, pathetic.” He took Astrid’s hand and raised it into the air. “We have our champion! Astrid Hofferson!”

“Who hoo!” Snotlout’s voice cut over the crowd. “Astrid’s still single!”

“Don’t even think about it, Snotlout!”

Hiccup closed his eyes. It was over, and he had his answer. The pain in his face was secondary to the pain in his heart. She truly didn’t care about him the way he wanted. It was so unfair!

When he next opened his eyes, he was at home, and it was dark out. Toothless warbled, signaling to the chief that he was awake.

“Did I win?” Hiccup asked.

“Lad, you didn’t even land a hit.”

“I wouldn’t kill a dragon, and I wouldn’t hit a girl…unless she was an Outcast or Berserker and she was armed.”

“Well, regardless, you lost. Sorry about that, son.”

Hiccup wanted to point out that he was right all along. But being right in this case tasted pretty sour. “Yeah.” He sighed.

“Here.” Stoick handed him a block of ice wrapped in cloth. “Your gettin’ a real nice bruise. Astrid would be proud.”

“Of her handiwork?”

“Exactly.”

“She didn’t throw the fight,” he said. “She really doesn’t like me.”

“Well, I think there’s more to this than there seems…”

“No! Dad, I gave her an opportunity to tell me what she thinks of me, and she made it clear. I don’t know how much clearer it could be!” His voice broke, a sign that tears were on the horizon. He tossed the ice on the table. “I…I need some air.”

“You shouldn’t go flying,” the chief scolded softly. “Not with a head injury.”

“‘Kay, I’m just going to sit out by the cliff. Look at the stars, contemplate my existence. You know, boy stuff.”

“Are you going to put on a shirt? Or are you intending to freeze to death?”

“I’m intending to freeze to death,” he confirmed.

“I see. Just be careful.”

“I will, dad.” And he flung the door open, only to find Astrid standing on the other side, hand raised to knock.

“Oh! I was just coming to check on you…you okay?”

“Peachy.” He shrugged, moving past her.

“Look, Hiccup…”

“You don’t have to say a thing, alright?” He held his hands out to keep her back. “Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, okay? Of course I’ll still make you the weapons promised, but the rest of it…just forget it.”

“Nuh uh.” She shook her head, taking a step closer. “Hiccup Haddock, you owe me an explanation.”

Hiccup exhaled loudly, and opted to turn and start walking towards the cliff.

Astrid silently watched, and then followed.

Astrid plopped down beside him, her hand resting close to his, not quite touching, but enough to feel the heat and invite him to instigate the touch.

“So…who put you up to that? Your dad?”

Hiccup picked a blade of grass and started pulling it apart. “No…no this one was all me.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I…wasn’t. Not really. I just—“ he paused, not really wanting to say the rest of the truth. Did he really want to rehash this over again?

“Did you really want to be betrothed to me?” She needled.

He picked another blade of grass, not looking at her. “Yep.”

“Why?”

Gods, she picked the toughest question. Well, he had the answer, it was just the hardest to say out loud.

“Because that’s where I get really mad,” she continued. “You’re going to be chief eventually, and you need a wife and heir, I get that. So, did you just want to pick the best warrior in the village? Or get me before Snotlout can try to trick my parents into a contract? Or was I simply convenient for you? Why, Hiccup?”

He pulled his mouth into a tight line.

“Why, Hiccup?” She demanded.

There was no way out of this. Might as well just tell her and get it over with. He tossed the strips of grass over the edge, then peered to look at her. “Because I love you.”

Her furrowed brow soothed as her mouth fell open slightly. “Since…when?”

“Ugh,” he covered his face. “Since like, forever.”

“That’s a lie,” She snapped.

He scoffed. “My dad said it’s obvious, that everyone knows.”

“Oh? Well nobody else is kissing you on the lips! If they experienced what I feel, they’d know that was a lie!”

“And what do you feel?”

The absolute hurt on her face was palpable as she snarled, “You never kissed me back! Kissing you is like kissing a wall!”

He gasped. “My dad was right!”

She blinked several times. “Excuse me?”

“Oh gods, this is all my fault!” He staggered to his feet and started pacing.

“Wait, now I’m confused. What was your dad right about?”

“That you didn’t—that I—that we—!”

Astrid also got to her feet and went to him, realizing he was hyperventilating. “Hey, hey…take a breath there, pal.”

He sighed. “Astrid, I’m sorry I never kissed you back, or initiated anything. I definitely would have, but…I didn’t know if I was allowed to.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re Astrid! You do what you want! I didn’t know what the kisses meant. And just last week you said you were only trying to boost my self esteem.”

She groaned. “I only said that because you never kissed me back, so I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable! I thought you didn’t like it!”

“Didn’t like it?!” He laughed incredulously. “Astrid, when you told me you weren’t going to kiss me anymore, I was so devastated. You could have told me the sun was going out and I wouldn’t have been so upset.” He slowly reached out and took her hands. “Those kisses stayed with me on my darkest days, and encouraged me to go onward. So many times, I thought ‘maybe this will be worthy of a kiss’. They…they knocked me out. Overwhelmed me. Honestly, I was just always so frozen.” He rubbed his head.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? Why did you have to brawl with me?”

He barked a sad laugh, “did you know I have self esteem problems?”

“They’re better now!” She insisted.

“They were, until the girl I loved basically told me she doesn’t love me.”

“I did not!”

“You said you were only doing it to raise my self esteem! And you just said so earlier when you thought I didn't like you!”

“Ugh!” She stomped her foot. “Hiccup, we are going in circles here! I was trying to encourage you and reward you for doing the right thing and I decided to do it with a kiss because I love you! There! Clear as mud?!”

“You…love me back?”

“Yes!” She shouted, exasperated.

“Then…do you want to get married at some point?”

“Sure! I’d love to!” She shouted again, with just as much frustration spilling out. She threw her arms up.

Hiccup started smiling. “So…you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh I’m mad!” She snarled. “I’m mad because you didn’t just talk to me! You’ve always been so honest. You’ve always spoken your mind to me! Why was this so different?”

He sheepishly raised his shoulders. “You know, maybe I would have eventually, but Gobber and my dad figured out something was wrong and wrestled it out of me. Then dad said you probably wanted a grand gesture…and there was something about how women speak their own language…I wasn’t thinking clearly, I’ll admit. But…I thought you’d appreciate it?” He squeaked.

Astrid looked at him flatly. “You thought I’d appreciate it?”

“Yes! The chance to throw the fight if you wanted me, or punch me in the face and win some swords if you didn’t! No embarrassment, you look good either way!”

She sighed. “Hiccup, I would never throw a fight. I’m incapable of it.”

“Oh…yeah, I should have thought about that.”

“Was that your first ‘grand gesture’ you thought of?”

“Oh no, of course not. But the first ones were a little too impersonal.”

“Like…?” She hinted.

“Like bringing you a big bouquet of flowers, or writing poetry, or something cheesy. I didn’t want to do anything that could be used on another girl. I wanted to do something for you. Maybe I should have given it another week of thought.”

She smiled at him. “Well, when you say it like that, I get it.”

“That’s a relief.”

The animosity in the air seemed to just fizzle, as the truth was laid bare. No more secrets, no more uncertainty, everything was out in the open. “So now what?” Astrid shrugged. “Do we go talk to my parents?”

“In a minute, I have something important I have to do first.”

“Oh yeah?” She shuffled closer to him.

“Yeah…”

Since when did this height difference happen? He was looking down at her, and she had to tilt her head to look at him.

He placed his hands on her waist, drawing her closer. Then he slid his hands over her back, feeling her body under his fingertips.

Her hands rested on his bare chest. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Not remotely,” he whispered, leaning in.

Finally, finally he kissed her. His lips just laid upon hers, savoring the softness. He was going to enjoy this. He was going to take his time.

She pulled away with a tiny smack. “That was ni—”

He kissed her again, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Astrid inhaled sharply, before sliding her arms up around his neck and burying her fingers in his hair. He nipped at her lips, stumbling to figure out how it all worked, but letting passion and instinct drive him.

Finally, he pulled away, looking down at her. “I need some practice,” he said honestly.

She smiled, playing with his fluffy tufts as she gazed up at him in adoration. “Whenever you want, I’m game.”

“Maybe you should help me practice my brawling, too. Gobber said my performance was pathetic.”

“I’d be careful with that one,” she said, her voice low. “If I pin you, we might have something else to worry about.”

He chuckled, his face warming with a blush. “Works for me!”

#fanfiction #how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup #hiccstrid #astrid #astrid hofferson #hiccup haddock

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (24)

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Acceptable Payment: A Date With Katniss Everdeen-rEckLeSsLy.cOnFIneD (ff.net) Summary: "That Katniss was currently aware of, she needed to do two things: First, she needed to inform Johanna about everything that was Peeta Mellark. Second, she needed her help to make sure that she was most beautiful version of herself she had ever been for this New Year's Party." [Modern AU. Everlark.]

Curious Kat-MissprissHG (ff.net) Summary: While on the Victory Tour, Katniss suddenly becomes very curious and Peeta is the only one who she feels safe enough to ask. Will he answer her questions? Will he show her what she wants? Find out how Katniss explores her newfound sexuality with Peeta.

Mind Games-Samh1212 (ff.net) Summary: Katniss is a freshman in college. She picked a school hundreds of miles away from home hoping to avoid any and all connections to her past. Suddenly, she's paired with Peeta Mellark, a guy from her hometown, to do a somewhat unconventional project for her human sexuality class. Modern Day AU

i've been on fire, dreaming of you-orangecranscones (ao3) Summary: "I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again." Katniss and Peeta try to heal after the revolution. And they (mainly Katniss) finally learn how to love each other.

Secrets I Have Held in My Heart-flythroughflames (ff.net) Summary: I was cold to him, nasty even. I acted like there was nothing I wanted to do less than spend time with him. But every night, I would fantasize about him.

Sneak Attack-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: A surprise during Peeta's walk home from the bakery could change everything. A little winter Everlark interlude post-Victory Tour.

The Night Belongs to Lovers-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss finds it easier to be honest about her feelings for Peeta at night when no one else can see. Everlark growing back together in three scenes inspired by Because the Night Belongs to Lovers, co-written by Patti Smith and Bruce Springsteen. Trigger warnings for language, allusions to torture and sexual content.

Twelve-HGRomance (ff.net) or on (ao3) Summary: She has loved him since the day he tossed her that bread. And she thinks that she'll never win his heart. Because all he's ever done is pretend for the crowd…but what if one real moment could change that? One-shot. Canon Divergence. The Victory Tour in role reversal.

Under My Skin-Court81981 (ff.net) Summary: One-shot. Katniss takes a temporary job as a nude model, intending to get through the month and collect a paycheck. She doesn't expect the blond-haired, blue-eyed art student in the front row to affect her so quickly, nor does she anticipate falling in love when he needs her help for a private project.

You Put Your Arms Around Me and I'm Home-mrsbonniemellark (ao3) Summary: What would happen if Peeta hadn't been hijacked and Katniss and Peeta were allowed a private reunion?

#m #mature masterlist #masterlist #thg #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #everlark

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fort-cozy-mcblanket · 8 months ago

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Happy Shamy Anniversary! It's been fourteen years since Sheldon and Amy first met. Can you believe it?

Here's my little fic to honor the event this year. This topic was actually requested by an anonymous ask a number of months ago (and so it has nothing to do with the Young Sheldon finale). I hope whoever sent it is still around to see it finally happen. Sorry it took so long!

Thank you to my beta reader Stark and also to all you lovely readers out there. I hope you enjoy!

This is also available on AO3 and FF.Net if you prefer.

“I hereby call this emergency State of the Relationship meeting to order.”

Amy rolled her eyes towards the ceiling as she settled in on the couch beside her boyfriend, but it was mostly for show. She couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. Normally she never liked these meetings, but this time she knew there was a good reason for it.

She and Sheldon had finally, officially moved in together.

It had been a long road to get to this point, with a lot of bumps along the way, but now finally they were there. Where she had wanted to be for years. And she could safely say it was worth the journey. If Sheldon needed this meeting to settle all the details, Amy was happy to give him that.

Once they had made the decision to make this a permanent arrangement, it wasn't long before the settled on staying in Penny's old apartment. It was a reasonable compromise, one that allowed both of them to move into a new place together without it being an overwhelming change for Sheldon. Amy supposed in some ways it could be considered a downgrade for her—4B was slightly smaller than her old apartment and there was the issue with the elevator—but she hardly thought about that. She was much more focused on being able to come home to the man she loved every night, and having him come home to her too. When she was lying in bed with her boyfriend at the end of the day, happy and secure, she knew that this feeling more than made up for the missing square footage and inconvenient extra steps.

“I trust that you've spoken to the landlord about the lease?” Sheldon asked, introducing the first issue to be addressed at their meeting.

“Penny and I visited his office yesterday. We'll be subletting from her for the rest of this month and I signed paperwork to take over the lease next month.”

Sheldon nodded his approval. “And your old apartment?”

“They're letting me break my lease with no penalties because of the burst pipe. I gave notice that I'll be out by the end of the month.”

“Very good.”

Sheldon proceeded to go over some of the other intricacies with their utilities and other bills, all of which he had carefully organized. She assured him that she registered her car at the landlord office as well and received her tenant parking pass. They discussed which of their belongings would need to go to storage. Everything seemed to be in order and nothing that came up was unexpected, until the very end.

“There's one final order of business,” Sheldon said while reaching out for a small pack of sticky notes on the coffee table. He began writing on the top note.

“What's that?”

“This,” he answered, pulling off the note and passing it over to her, “is my Netflix password.”

“Really?” Amy looked at him in surprise. She knew how serious he took his TV shows and movies, and it never even occurred to her that he might want to share his account. Something about it seemed almost too intimate for him.

“Well, we're members of the same household now. It doesn't make sense for us each to pay for a separate account, so if you have your own please cancel it. The money we save can go towards the Comic-Con fund.”

“No.”

“A life-size Batman statue for the apartment?”

“Try again.”

“Fine, the extra money can towards date nights or some such nonsense.”

“I'd like that,” Amy said, purposely ignoring his jab. She knew he didn't really mean it.

“I'm sure I don't have to tell you how important this is,” Sheldon said, bringing the topic back to the password in her hand. “Once you have it memorized, please swallow it to ensure no one else will gain access.”

Amy looked down at the note, which read 2halF0Forearm1Awry0! in Sheldon's neat script. Then she looked back up at her boyfriend and grinned.

“Well, I'm not going to swallow it, but I can take it to the confidential shredders at work tomorrow morning,” she told him.

“Really? You've memorized it already?”

“Sheldon, it's an anagram of my name, the year we met, and an exclamation point. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?”

Sheldon looked down at the floor, and she saw the tips of his ears turning red, which just made her smile more.

“You weren't supposed to,” he mumbled.

“You've lived with Leonard too long, you're not used to having another genius for a roommate,” she teased him. “Do try to keep up.”

Sheldon stared at her, mouth slightly agape, and she watched his pupils dilate. It sent a small thrill through her body, and she took that as her cue to stand up. If she didn't leave now, she might not be able to stop herself from jumping him.

“I trust that our meeting is over?” she asked as she began retreating towards the bedroom. Their bedroom.

“Yes,” he answered. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away. “And Amy, while I don't mind you knowing about the password, I do mind if you mess up my recommendations, so I'm going to ask that you either create a separate profile or keep your viewing to only science fiction and documentaries. If you find yourself in need of something to watch on Girls' Night, I trust you'll use Penny, Bernadette, or Raj's account for that.”

Amy laughed to herself, not bothering to turn around or answer him as he continued to call after her. She had already pulled out her phone and was signing into his account on the app, already looking forward to browsing the available movies with no regard for what he just said.

This cohabitation thing just kept getting better and better.

#amy farrah fowler #sheldon cooper #shamy #TBBT #the big bang theory #fluff crawlspace #my fanfiction #fanfiction

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smartzelda · 4 months ago

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Hero of Hearts

By: SmartZelda and SorenTynanAynur

Summary:

A few days after the USJ incident, the students in Class 1-A are back in class, but just before Mr. Aizawa informs them of the U.A sports festival, he introduces Sora and Riku, two new students who just transferred to U.A. high.

A My Hero Academia and Kingdom Hearts crossover AU with Soriku, co-written with SorenTynanAynur on FF.net.

(This art piece is by @lilmysshadowxion and can be found here! Do not repost it without permission from the author.)

Rating: Teen

Category: mlm

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts, My Hero Academia

Relationship: Soriku

Additional Tags: bnha/kingdom hearts crossover au

Words: 9,431, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Posting Date: 02-02-2020

Link to Fic:

[Any commentary, thoughts, additions, etc from me is under the cut😊]

Hiya down here! This is another fic that I apparently neglected to make an actual post for despite making a post notifying people of chapter 2's posting at some point. Oh well. I hope I can be forgiven for taking so long to make an actual post for this fic😂

In any case, as of today (10-19-2024), this version of the fic on ao3 is now abandoned.

After some time, my co-writer and I have parted ways on this project.

For myself, while I still retain all of the work I did fleshing out this au (and they theirs), I cannot continue this fic as it is, as I was a much different writer when I wrote it originally. This does not mean this au is abandoned though! The Hero of Hearts au on my end is on indefinite hiatus. This means that if I do end up coming back to write this au one day, I will be doing an overhaul of the story, fleshing it out more, and creating a separate posting for a new fic. No matter what, though, this original posting will be archived and preserved on Ao3 in its original, incomplete form.

As for my co-writer, they are allowed to continue the fic if they wish past chapter 3, it just doesn't have my name attached to it past that chapter. If you would like to check on the fic's status from my co-writer's end, their posting on the fic can be found here.

#kingdom hearts #bnha #mha #soriku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #sora #riku #sora kh #riku kh #riku kingdom hearts #sora kingdom hearts #sora x riku #riku x sora #bnha x kh crossover au #hero of hearts au #smartzelda #my writing

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Yesssss thank you >:3 From this ask meme!

How long have you been writing fanfic?

God, since I was like 9 or 10. I got introduced to sites like, Fanart Central, Fanfiction.net and Livejournal REALLY YOUNG thanks to my older sister and her friends being super into anime and video games. The first fanfic i can remember writing (in a school spiral-bound notebook) was about my Inu-Yasha OC (a rabbit hanyou...) taking the Inuyasha cast to our local mall and there was something about everyone eating jellybeans and going to in an LOL RANDUM CRAZY GIR ROXXORZ MY SOXXORZZ sugar rush. As you do in the early 2000s. I think the first fic I uploaded online was Super Smash Bros melee "humor" fic to FF.net, though.

7. Is there a character or ship you'd love to write for, but haven't yet?

Many... usually ships I love and want to write for, I start WIPs but then never actually finish anything for myriad reasons (mental health, physical health, ADHD, life exploding around me.) I have WIPs going back over a decade for many OTPs. I guess one I never attempted to write fic for but would like to one day was P4 Adachi/Dojima. And as much as I loved Kael'thas/Illidan back in the day I never tried to write fic for them, unlike my other WoWcraft ships I have WIPs of. But IDK if I ever want to write for them, the direction WOW took them in expansions soured me a lot lol

16. Is there a type of fic you would never write?

If you had asked me a few months ago I would have said "M/F ship fic" or "M/F noncon fic," but I wrote that for the very first time this year........ IDK I'd never write things I'm personally not interested in at all, but as far as things I am interested in and wouldn't write... there isn't very much I haven't at least made an incomplete sketch of a fic of.

24. What are some of your favourite tropes?

Major power imbalance with a lot of abuse of authority, ships with a foundation of traumatic bonding (the original psychiatric definition), two people who are horrible for one another but need one another to survive, "I'm the only one who is allowed to kill you" couples, H/C fic where one character is horribly assaulted sexually and then gets rescued and patched up, flipping the power dynamic where the abusive/authority-figure half of the ship has to be rescued and taken care of by the abused/subordinate-figure half, Master and Guard Dog couples.......... do you see a theme

33. Do you ever read your own fics once they've been posted?

Yes constantly. I love my writing and a lot of my fics are the only things that even EXIST for either my ships or the specific kinks/scenarios I want to see my ships in, so if I get a hankering... that's all I have to read lol. Also I re-read my longer WIPs a lot and go "wow this is great, why don't I finish this (doesn't touch it for another year.)" I like being reminded that I love my writing and also that other people love it!!!!

#mine poste #my fic

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The Evil Ghost Tyrant wants to Make Me His Heir? But I’m a sixteen year-old halfa!

You can also read this on A03, FF.Net, and Wattpad.

Chapter 1: No More Vegan Fridays

Original Prompt: Pariah Dark decides Danny has all the qualities he wants in an heir and forcibly adopts him. (Danny can either lose the fight to put him back in the Sarcophagus, Pariah can get out again later, or something else can happen.)

It was a normal day in Amity Park, well as normal as things could get in the nation's most haunted city. The Lunch Lady had made the first ghostly pack with Casper High’s superintendent. He would allow her to curate and serve the menu for the rest of Casper High’s existence, in exchange for protecting the student body from ghosts, the Guys in White, and other threats. And Danny was loving every moment of it.

For the first time in two years he almost felt normal again. His grades were above a D+, he could eat lunch without worry, and even Dash’s bullying had let up. The Lunch Lady had instituted a no bullying zone in the cafeteria, and would drag any offending student into the kitchen and force them to clean her dishes. Danny could only smile in delight as Dash was dragged through the room, through the lunch line, over the counter, and into the kitchen by a tentacle made of raw frozen meat (It had a plastic glove on the end, which meant it was safe to serve food. Nobody knew if that was true, but who was going to ask, not Danny!).

It had been a stroke of guinness to suggest the idea to her. And this time Sam didn’t even come up with it first. Nothing could go wrong.

“That woman is on my last nerve!” Sam slammed her tray on the table.

“What did Paulina do this time?” Tucker asked between mouthfuls of sloppy joes.

“It’s not Paulina, it’s the lunch lady, she refuses to accommodate vegetarian or non-meat eating students in her food planning,” Sam grumbled. If Danny’s eyes were not connected to his body, the two balls would roll out of his head and run a marathon.

“Doesn't she have a salad you can choose instead of the main dish?” Danny said.

“Half the time the salad has chicken or ham in it,” Sam said.

“Yeah, Sam, that is what we call a chicken caesar salad or a chef’s salad.” Tucker began to eat his second sloppy joe.

“Tucker you know I can’t eat meat, this is discrimination!”

“No discrimination is if she refused to provide kosher meat, which by the way, she has kosher meat in the back. You just got to ask for it. You just choose to not eat meat.”

“I choose not to eat meat because it’s the right thing to do for our dying planet! The meat industry contributes more than 60% of greenhouse gasses in all of food production. Your obsession with killing poor animals is causing our planet to die, Tucker.”

“You know the more you say that the less of an impact it has. Plus my parents split a cow with our neighbor at the local butcher. We don’t buy meat from the store.”

“How privileged of you. Many don’t have that choice, they have to buy from Wally-world and the Buck General.”

“And how would changing the lunch menu change that?” Tucker bowed his head down and began licking the remaining sloppy joe off the lunch tray.

“It would be a step in the right direction and -”

“Tucker, have you ever wondered why every girl rejects you?” Danny had enough of this.

“I think they are threatened by my manly aura,” Tucker had meat and juice running down his chin and staining his shirt. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering,” Danny said.

“Well wonder no longer, for I have a plan for getting a date for junior prom,” Tucker Said.

“Woah woah woah, don’t try to change the subject! This is a very serious issue!” Sam said.

“Sam, you have enough money that you could get a vegan dish delivered to the school every day. Why does it matter if she makes sloppy joes once in a while?” Danny said.

“Because, she has no good alternatives for those who don’t have the money to buy lunches from restaurants every day,”

“What does Paulina think of this?” Tucker asked, washing his face with a pocket wet wipe that appeared to be used. Or maybe they came pre-stained now?

“One, that is gross. And two, my girlfriend agrees with me. There should be a good alternative for anyone who doesn't want to eat meat.”

“Didn’t we discuss this two years ago when you convinced the school to do vegan Fridays or something?” Danny said.

“I know what happened two years ago but this is different. She made a pact with the school to not harm students. So, now she has to listen to reason.” Sam said.

“Sam, I'm sorry but that’s not gonna happen.” Tucker said. Danny agreed with him, it was hard enough going through the pact talks between the Lunch Lady and the school board. Her having a no meat day? Sam would have a better time convincing a boomer to have empathy.

“That is where you’re wrong. I have started a petition to convince her to start offering tofu based dishes. I already have fifteen signatures,” Sam held out the paper, and Danny could see that Paulina had made the cheerleading team sign it.

“I wish you luck,” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny.”

“You’re welcome Sam.”

“Well don’t come to Danny and I when she turns you into next week's lunch,” Tucker said.

“She can’t harm the students. If a ghost violates a ghostly pact a part of their core breaks off. And for weaker ghosts that could mean a final death,” Danny said.

“She could wait till graduation day to turn you into ground meat,”

“You know Tucker, I’ll start taking advice from you when you stop caring around used wet wipes.”

“I’m being eco-friendly. Reduce, reuse, recycle Sam.”

“You do know you have to do the last part eventually right? You can’t keep the same rag for more than a week?”

“Don’t worry. This one is only a week old,” Sam and Danny gagged. “I’m joking! I’ve only had this today, and it's still moist! Did you two actually think I would do that?”

“Do we have to answer that?” Danny sighed. He leaned back on the table’s bench, resting his eyes in a sliver of afternoon sun that shined through the cafeteria’s tall windows. When a shadow came over him, blocking the sunlight. “This is a no bullying zone Dash,” Danny said..

“Danny…” Sam said, before leaning over and slapping his shoulder.

“DANIEL JAMES FENTON, OR SHOULD I SAY YOUNG PHANTOM!” A deep voice boomed over the school.

Pariah Dark, King of the Ghost Zone stood at the window, his bleach white face taking up most of the window pane.

Jumping to his feet Danny yelled, “How did you get out?”

“CEASE CHILD, FOR I AM NAUGHT HERE FOR BATTLE. NAY, I HAVE COME FOR A REASON OF MY OWN CREATION. NOW LISTEN TO ME, FOR I HAVE GROWN OLD AND WEARY AND WISH TO SEE ANOTHER TAKE OVER IN MY STEAD. A PRINCE OF THE GHOST ZONE THAT WILL CONTINUE MY EFFORTS,” Pariah spoke.

Tendrils of frozen glove-covered meat swept across the laminate flooring, shielding students from the sight of the King’s large blood red eyes. From the wall of meat, The Lunch Lady floated towards them, her large green body shaking like a leaf.

“Your Majesty,” Her voice was small and quiet, for once true to the old woman she was. “I’m afraid I can not allow you to talk to students without their parents permission first. I-I would suggest you go to the main office and sign yourself in. Please!”

“BEGONE WOMAN, FOR I HAVE NOT GIVEN YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK!”

“I cannot sir. You m-might be king b-b-buttt…” Her hands were twisted in her dress, sweat began dripping down her face. “You need to follow school rules! The rules are in place to protect the children, and, and, and it’s my jo-b-b to” Pariah’s gaze focused upon her. “Protect them.” Tears freely flowed from her eyes. Danny watched his first real enemy, turned into a babbling old woman, putting on a very brave face.

“YOU DARE TO THREATEN ME? I HAVE NOT COME BRING VIOLENCE AMONG YOU BUT IF THIS FOOLISHNESS PERSIT I WILL BE FORCED TO REMIND YOU WHO IS KING!”

“How about you pick on someone your own size!” Danny yelled. He stood in front of the old woman, arms ready.

“I AM MERELY PUTTING HER IN HER PLACE,”

“Well maybe it's time someone showed you your place!” White rings shined from his waist, and covered his body, turning his clothes into a black jumpsuit and his hair a vibrant white. The cafeteria erupted into murmurs and whispers.

A red head in the back yelled, “I told y'all so!”

This business was quickly left behind as Danny flew through the air, phasing his body through the window and sending a blot of green energy into Pariah’s remaining eye.

“AUGH! DO YOU NOT LISTEN?” He yelled.

“According to my teachers, no,” now outside, he could see that the King had to kneel to see through the window.

Rising to his full height, the Ghost King stood a head taller than Casper High’s famous clock tower. Danny thought that if the King was a tad taller, his ego would form its own gravitational pull.

Fire lashed out, spreading through the air. His body twisted around the flames before plugging close to the grass. Black filled his vision as a gloved hand grabbed him.

“LET ME TEACH YOU YOUR FIRST LESSON!” Pariah said.

“Can you say that a little louder? I don’t think the Chinese heard you!”

“Sorry. Let this be the first lesson I teach you, to listen when another is speaking,” pariah’s voice dropped several volumes. “I, Pariah Dark, King of the Ghost Zone, wish to name you my heir.”

“What? Why? I locked you back in that box!”

“That is one of the reasons I have made this decision. Only you were strong enough to assemble an army of other ghosts, attack my castle, and defeat me. That should be enough to prove your worthiness. Now let us go to my castle. We have many things to discuss and many lessons I must teach you before you take the throne.”

“How about no! I’m only sixteen! I haven’t even gotten my driver's license yet!”

“You will not need any human tools in the Ghost Zone.��

“I haven’t graduated high school yet!”

“Fright Knight can teach you about battle strategies and the castle has many books on politics.”

“Well… I deny your claim!” Danny’s eyes shot green bolts into Pariah’s hand. With a shout Danny was free from his grasp. “And I refuse to be your Heir!”

“I am offering you control over the entire Ghost Zone boy!”

“And I said no! I'd rather hang out with the Box Ghost!”

“One day you will change your mind boy! And I will be waiting!” Pariah’s body was engulfed in flames, his form disappeared in its bright light before the flames extinguished themselves.

“I didn’t think it would be that easy,” He mumbled to himself.

“FENTON! Or wait, PHANTOM! No, augh, Moby Dick, DANIEL FENTON PHANTOM! GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I GIVE YOU A YEAR'S WORTH OF DETENTION!” Lancer screamed from the ground.

“Oh boy. I’m in for it now.”

---

BANG! BOOM! SHREECHH! Legacies had to be maintained and preserved for future generations. Which require vigorous upkeep and gentle care, both had been neglected in Castle Dark for over a thousand years. Skeleton warriors and unlucky ghosts had been forced into its reconstruction. They filled the empty halls with a calamity of sounds and dust. Tarps covered anything that was worth protecting. A few Skeletons had started a burn pile in the dead garden. The fire was fueled by decaying furniture, tapestries, mold filled books, and dead plants.

Pariah stood at his balcony observing the flames below. His black armor had been replaced with a black undershirt and black leggings. While time had taken its toll on the castle, Pariah's all black wardrobe had survived. The royal chambers had not, and everything was replaced with items he ransacked from the older halfa’s domain. The gaudy green and golds were thrown into vats of black dye, before they were allowed to be in his castle. Whatever couldn’t be dyed was painted gold. Pariah examined his new room, and while he did not understand what memory foam was, he enjoyed the feel of it upon his back. Too bad its previous owner was not something the king enjoyed. Pariah thought the older halfa was a conniving rat, sneaking its way into power and posing whoever got in his way. Killing with poison or other sneaky means was below Pariah, he preferred to fight in an open battlefield. Where he could see the life drain from his enemies eyes.

If only the younger halfa would let him teach him this. Pariah sighed, for the announcement had gone terribly. He had considered smacking the boy but according to the Fright Knight, this day and age frowned upon beating children. Speaking of the Knight.

“Fright Knight!” Pariah called.

“Yes, your Highness?” The knight appeared in a haze of purple smoke and flames. His armor carried on the ends of his smoke trails, waiting for its owner to reassemble itself before the master of the castle.

“I require your advice once again. For I went to young Phantom and proclaimed his right to rule. Yet the boy rejected me! What does your book tell of situations like this?”

“The book? Let me see,” Fright Knight pulled a white book from the depth of his shadows. Its cover read “How to Discipline your Children without Spanking or Hitting” in bright blue letters. “It says that if a child is of the age to be reasoned with, one should try to reason with the child, walking them through the pros and cons of a situation. One should also be open to feedback and comments the child might make. For a child will not follow a situation that does not benefit them as well.”

“I do not understand. Prince is the second highest title in all of the Ghost Zone, no other would deny such a request.”

“The young can be quite foolish you Highness, maybe if you explained to him what a privilege this chance is? The young today like to have things laid out for them. It may also be good to mention that he would not be able to freely leave the Ghost Zone once the coronations happen.”

“I can already foresee him objecting to that.”

“But if you let him know now, he is more likely to trust you. Plus it might be good if you let your wife and husband know before you bring the boy here.”

“I am sure my husband already knows, and if he had any objections he would’ve shown himself by now. As for my wife, I find it easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Additionally her and the young Phantom are similar enough that I foresee them getting along quite well.”

“Before or after her anger resides?”

“I- '' Pariah’s word drawled out into an unsure silence. “I have already destroyed the sarcophagus of forever sleep, and I doubt she would actually kill me.”

“Your Highness, the Queen would never attack your core. But I fear her words are much sharper than her flames. As for your husband, I have heard rumors that he is mentoring the young Phantom.”

“That is probably why he has not interfered yet, Fright Knight. He is waiting for me to bring the child into our family. Once the two of them apologize for locking me in that damn box.”

“Your Highness may I be blunt with you?”

“Depends on how blunt you intend to be?”

“Then I will conceal my comments.”

“A wise choice. Now before Phantom comes we will need to pick a title for him. Each Ghost King has had a title. Solomon was the blessed, Caesar was the Terrible, Wu Zetian the graceful, TenKamenin the Great, and myself the Dark one. Phantom will need a title that describes him,” Pariah said.

“Sir, you forgot King Henry the tiny.”

“I will not acknowledge the fool who dared to try and steal the throne from me.”

“Of course, my liege, forget my words. May I suggest Prince Phantom the white? It would contrast your title of dark.”

“No, my heir must have a more impressive title.”

“Prince Phantom the hero prince?”

“Bah! Too long, suggest another one.”

“Prince Phantom the undaunted?”

“Perfect! That will be the name we spread throughout the lands!”

#Danny phantom #pariah dark #phic phight 2022 #phic phight #sam manson #Adopted Danny #Fright Knight #Fanfic #Fanfiction #writing

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iannageorge · 7 months ago

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Can you talk a little more about Malcolm and Clarisse's side of the city security issue? I didn't quite understand the debate.

Loved this chapter! I have to admit, it's an annoyance to me when characters seem to forget all their responsibilities when in a sexual relationship while working together, so it was amazing to see Malcolm and Rhode do so much work (competence!). The pining was fun to read too. And poor Ainsleigh, I live in fear of being thought of by someone the way Malcolm thinks of her in this chapter. It's very realistic though, and I liked her interactions with Rhode.

First of all, thank you for this! 💜

Second, are you the same Diana from years ago?! On FF.net? Or? IDK there could be so many Dianas!

Third, I relate to Ainsleigh so hard. I am so sure I've been in her position before. She's trying—in more ways than one. 🥺 I also wanted to show Malcolm's mean side! 😂 ('"That's kind of you." No, that's your job' was one of my favorite parts in the chapter lol.) But he also doesn't... understand... her motives. Because she's not incompetent.

Fourth, I can revisit the security thing to make sure it's clearer. For now:

Clarisse thinks it is silly not to take measures to prevent danger in New Athens. The example in the chapter is, well, what if there are "monsters" like empousai (assuming they were "good"—i.e., on the Olympians' side) who want to visit or live in New Athens? They should be allowed to, but should anyone be allowed to come? Anyone at all? Any monster or problematic god? Maybe not, right? How much danger would residents face if the city allows that? So, maybe the city should have border patrol.

Malcolm thinks it would be expensive to implement those measures, but then again, he also wants the city to be safe (the references to Soteria also hint at that). He thinks it would be dangerous and also expensive not to take any preventative measures and to just react to whatever havoc anyone wreaks upon the city. [FORGOT TO ADD SOMETHING: Basically, he's concerned about overpopulation, like if housing and healthcare can't keep up with the number of people living in the city. He's also cool with people's mortal families living there, but it of course can't be any mortal.]

Fifth, I'm glad you like the work/competence/responsibilities part! That was essential to me. ☺️ And I mean both Malcolm's and Rhode's separate work and their work together. Very clearly, they are both workaholics who care deeply about what they do, so I couldn't leave out their responsibilities. And very clearly, it is also because they're like that that they're drawn to each other.

#pjo #fanfic #strategist #malcolm pace

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bumblebeebubbles · 2 years ago

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New Life - Ch. 3

Summary: Elena is paralyzed from the waist down, having difficulties adjusting to her new life even after a year following her accident. Luckily Damon is there to support her and pick up the pieces.

Warning: contains graphic descriptions of bodily functions/fluids and (probably) inaccurate medical procedures!

Rating: M

Pairing: Damon/Elena

Read on: FF.net or AO3

Chapter 3

The doctor was clearly mistaken because the two catheters are still as uncomfortable as they were when they were first inserted. Damon assisted her in getting settled on the bed, but she is now forced to lie on her side because of the rectal catheter and cannot lie on her back comfortably either.

Damon offered to lie on the bed with her, but Elena is too embarrassed to let him get that close. Because of her situation, she doesn't know when she'll be able to look him in the eyes without flushing. So Damon left her alone, but she knows he went into the living room or kitchen. He is probably organizing her medications and other medical supplies, and after that he would prepare the diet meal suggested by the doctor for tomorrow. This means no fatty or oily foods, which she normally enjoys eating; instead, she can eat vegetables, rice, and regular chicken breast to help with her incontinence.

Elena closes her eyes and tries to relax as much as her circumstances allow. The tubes are extremely uncomfortable, as is the position she is in, but she knows she can't change it, and she can also feel the fatigue of being alert, examined, and humiliated all day. Fortunately, she hasn't used either the indwelling catheter or the bowel catheter so far (she doesn't have control over them anyway) and hopes that she won't use them while she sleeps either.

Slowly, fatigue sets in, and she falls into a deep sleep, trying to put the events of the day behind her.

-/-

Damon wakes her up a few hours later, but it appears that her wish has not been granted, and her bladder has let go while she slept. She looks at the digital clock on the bedside table and notices that it's 8 p.m.

When he removes the covers from her, Elena closes her eyes resignedly, realizing that her collection bag is nearly full. Damon looks apologetically at her as he puts on medical gloves and reaches for the tube to remove the catheter from her urethra. "I'll be quick, sweetheart," he assures her, and Elena simply nods.

Damon begins to pull the tube out of her urethra, and Elena grunts. She breathes a sigh of relief as soon as the catheter is removed, and Damon wipes her vagina as well. Unfortunately, her relief is short-lived. Damon prepares a new catheter and rubs some lubricant on the tube, then inserts the new catheter with a decisive motion. Elena groans and closes her eyes in discomfort.

"Hey, it's over," he says, and Elena takes notice of his kind smile. She turns away, unable to overcome the humiliating feeling.

Damon, oblivious to her state of mind, sits next to her on the bed and strokes her hair. She immediately feels better after inhaling her favorite scent on him, musk with a hint of honey. Then she notices Damon has changed into his pajamas and opens her eyes. "Wha-" she wants to ask, but Damon answers her as if he can read her mind.

"I give you a pass on dinner this time, and I'm actually sleepy," he says naturally, and Elena blinks. She didn't believe Damon would still want to sleep next to her.

Elena isn't sure if she'd want to sleep next to him. So many things could go wrong. Things that would most likely scare him off.

"Damon-"

"No. Don't even bother finishing that sentence. I told you it doesn't bother me. None of it. If anything comes up, I'll be here to help," he gently scolds her and kisses her cheek.

Elena looks at him mortified.

"No, you-"

"Yeah, I can. I thought we're past you trying to shield me from it and I want to do this for you."

She doesn't know what to say and instead nods, trying to hold back tears.

Damon is on the bed next to her, but they don't touch. Then, hesitantly, he moves closer to her, resting his forehead on hers, but taking care not to touch the rest of their bodies. She knows deep down that he is lying in this manner to avoid causing her further discomfort, but doubt creeps into her mind. She closes her eyes and listens to Damon's reassuring words that everything will be fine and that things will soon return to normal. But she is aware that this is a condition that could reappear at any time. Still, she tries to be more optimistic for Damon's sake.

They both fall asleep gradually, her last memory is of Damon placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

-/-

She awakens a few hours later to an unpleasant feeling, but as soon as she opens her eyes, she realizes it is morning. She feels the need to fart, but for some reason, it causes her great discomfort. She then remembers she has a catheter in her rectum, which is causing gas in her bowels that she is having difficulty getting rid of. Her predicament doesn't help problems with her hemorrhoids, and with a grunt, some of the gas from her anus escapes through her catheter. Unfortunately, this was not the main source of her discomfort, and in the meantime, Damon is waking up.

"Elena?" he asks, a little sleepily, but she knows he can tell she's in pain as he sits up in bed. He looks at the clock before turning his gaze back to her "Do you want me to leave or stay in case of...?"

Elena senses the uncertainty in his voice and knows why. He wishes to assist her, but he prefers to leave the decision to her. Elena loves him even more because of it.

Another tight feeling in her stomach washes over her, and all she could do is nod to him to stay while farting again, this time audibly. She blushes, but Damon doesn't seem to care about that, only concern swimming in his blue orbs.

Her anus is aching from the hemorrhoids as the gases try to burst out of her and she reflexively grabs for her backside to soothe the situation but Damon leans over her quickly. "Elena, don't," he adds in a warning tone and takes her hand away.

He pulls the blankets off her and then goes behind her back to examine her bowel catheter. She knows there are no stools in there yet, which would have woken her up. Damon comes back into view, then lays a soothing hand on her shoulder. "I think you're about to have a bowel movement. Do you think I need to help the process, or it will come out?"

"I...I don't...I don't know," she replies between grunts as the tightness in her stomach doesn't relieve. She doesn't know what form the stool will come out in.

Another fart leaves her anus and she groans again.

"You're quite bloated, sweetheart. I reckon you'll have a loose stool this time. Probably the result of the enema yesterday." he informs her and Elena has a similar thought. She's just hoping it doesn't turn into a mild case of diarrhea.

"I need to turn you onto your stomach, which may help, especially if we can spread your legs a little."

Elena nods, despite the fact that she knows moving will be torturous. Damon grips her left leg at the bend of her knee with one hand and her shoulder with the other, rolling her onto her stomach slowly. The indwelling catheter is adjusted by Damon so that it is between her legs rather than her resting on it. He places her legs in a frog-like position, pushing them up to her sides slightly. "Ah...Uh," Elena grunts as the rectal catheter moves in her with the repositioning.

"All right, this might help," Damon says, but she isn't feeling that relieved just now.

They wait at least another 10 minutes, but apart from a few farts, no stools have come out so far. Damon massages her lower back a few times, but it doesn't have much effect.

He lets out a sigh. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to do it," he says apologizingly to her, who inquires as to what.

"The doctor said that if this were the case, the rectal catheter would need to be pushed up a little to allow the stool to flow more easily and to trigger evacuation."

Elena wants to protest but understands she has no choice.

"All right, here we go," he says, and Elena feels Damon's touch on the catheter. Her back tenses as he starts to push the tube up. "Ahh," she grunts, as her legs begin to spasm slightly.

She is aware that the spasms are more common during her bowel programs, largely because of suppositories and digital stimulation in her rectum and anus, upsetting her nervous system.

Damon finally stops pushing the tube up, and Elena feels the change. The stool passes through her bowels, and a bit lands in the collection bag, followed by diarrhea leaving her rectum. Her bowels empty in a farting fit, so uncomfortable that she grips the pillow under hir head with her hands, her legs still spasming and her back straining. After a few minutes, it seems she is empty, and Damon checks her to be sure. Slowly, he begins to pull out the tube, and Elena grunts as it irritates her hemorrhoids.

The next second the catheter leaves her anus and she lets out a sigh of relief. She knows, and feels, that her anus is now wide open and spasming as well, and she hopes that mucus won't flow out through it. Damon immediately but gently wipes her down, using at least 6 wipes, and takes her soiled catheter out of the room. She knows how exposed she is right now and tries to move to cover up herself, but Damon comes back and kneels down, placing a kiss on her hair. "It's almost over" he whispers as she shuts her eyes for a second.

Then she notices he's holding a new catheter, which he will insert into her rectum in a moment.

"Wait a minute, please," she begs, enjoying the fact that her hemorrhoids are not being forced against anything.

At that time, her bladder releases and warm pee oozes from her urethra and into her collection bag.

Damon swiftly changes the catheter again, re-powders her genitals, and pushes the tube up her bladder.

She wants to take advantage of the time until she has to wear a new rectal catheter and find comfort in Damon's closeness. She hasn't admitted it to herself yet, but inside she's so grateful he's by her side and won't leave no matter how difficult their situation as a couple is.

She would do anything to be "normal" again and offer Damon anything he wants if there were no boundaries to their lives and their relationship and if they could make love whenever they want.

But sadly, life has dealt her a bad hand and she needs to get used to the circumstance where there will be ongoing impediments in her life. She just hopes that Damon's love is strong enough to hold on to her.

It's been a long since she could feel his skin against her, how her breasts were bound by his palm, how he filled her so perfectly. It had been a while since they had complemented each other and she misses it so much.

Damon plants a final kiss on her forehead before standing beside her and telling her he will prepare the meals for the day. Elena doesn't know what to make of this but is grateful that she still has some time remaining without the catheter.

But about ten minutes later, Damon returns, still carrying the rectal catheter and appearing contrite. She takes a long breath and exhales resignedly.

"Okay baby, let's get this over with," he says and goes around her back.

With one hand he parts her buttocks and with the other, he smears lubricant on her puckered anus, the chill of the jelly sending shivers through her. The next moment, she feels the end of the tube and Damon slowly pushes the catheter. She grunts as the tube goes higher and higher inside her, her back tensing as the catheter is fully inserted. Damon places a collection bag over the end of the catheter and covers her with the blanket.

Damon appears in front of her and bends down.

"I'll check back in a couple of hours to see if your bladder has let go, till then hang in there, sweetheart, and get some more sleep. I'll bring your lunch soon."

Elena merely nods, trying to get used to the ache, but just can't. Slowly, she feels drowsiness take hold again and she drifts off to a dreamless snooze.

-/-

A few hours later she is having her lunch, which is not her favorite, and although she knows Damon has tried, but even a Michelin-star chef couldn't make more out of simple chicken breast and rice without seasonings and whatnot.

Just as she is swallowing the last meal, her bladder lets go and the collection bag is filled with urine.

She also signals to Damon what has happened and he pulls the blanket off her. He slips on a rubber glove and gently pulls the tube out. Elena tries not to make a sound at the discomfort but fails. He disposes of the used catheter and wipes her genitals with antiseptic wipes.

Elena continues to prepare mentally for another catheter to be put in, but Damon pulls the blanket back over her.

"I don't think it's necessary to reinsert the bladder catheter for a while, you'll be fine for a few hours," he winks at her and Elena furrows her brow, but internally she's delighted to have at least one less inconvenience to endure.

She looks up at him and notices he has a large smile on his face and before Elena can ask a question, he's on the bed next to her and kissing her.

"Mmhm," she lets out in surprise, but swiftly, almost instinctively kisses him back.

They both lie on their sides, Damon deepening the kiss and she's relaxing into the bliss.

"I want you," he murmurs between kisses, then pulls away slightly and looks deeply into her eyes.

Her mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. Is he actually saying what she thinks...?

"Damon..." she gasps, then closes her eyes. "I want you too, more than you know, but-"

"Shh," he hushes, fingers over her mouth, love swirling in his eyes. "I know. you think it's not possible and even Dr. Smith's said that. But I love a challenge."

There's a playful glint in his eyes, too, and then his hand slides lower from her chest. Elena closes her eyes as his fingers are now on her lower belly and slowly reaching her center. She hisses slightly as his fingers start playing with her, her skin a little sensitive from the catheter.

Damon senses this and carefully starts to stroke her.

She wants to inform him about her concerns, but he starts moving her fingers faster and quicker and Elena hisses again, this time because of the pleasant feeling.

She wants him to make love to her more than anything, but she doesn't know how to tell him that it might not be possible in this situation.

"Damon...I can't," she confesses in a low voice, but he silences her with another kiss.

"Let's try something else. I know it sounds impossible, but be on top for now. I know it won't be practical on your back right now. I'll help," his confidence hasn't yet stuck to Elena but she wants to believe they can do it.

Damon takes his hand off her vagina and lies on his back. In a flash, he strips off his jeans and shirt and is separated from being completely naked next to her by only a pair of black boxers. Elena'ss eyes settle on his perfect chest and abs and she caresses down his stomach with her hand. His eyes close for a moment and a smile appears on his lips.

Elena is feeling proud of herself for creating that smile on his face, and then he swiftly gets rid of his boxers as well.

She swallows and is eager to have him delve into her warm center.

It's as if he is reading her mind. he pushes himself closer to her, lying on his back, then reaches under her arms and looks up at her. Elena understands what he wants, to help her, so she can lie across Damon.

She takes a deep breath, knowing that this change of posture will be difficult because of her catheter, but nods and carefully begins to move position.

She groans as the catheter begins to move in her rectum and her strained back shifts position.

After a few torturous seconds, though, she is lying on Damon and attempting not to put all her weight on him, trying to use her arms to lean back on his chest. Her rear, meanwhile, is between Damon's thighs, her back still strained.

Damon looks up at her, warmth in his eyes, then runs his hand through her hair. He slides down a little and reaches between them. Elena feels her the tip of his penis on her vagina as he aligns himself with her.

Elena uses her upper arms to push herself forward and with that motion, they come together. They both let out a sigh, but she realizes that this is not fully comfortable for her. With each thrust, the catheter tightens in her buttocks, it would be better if her legs were spread wider.

As if Damon is reading her mind, he puts his legs under her knees and slowly starts to spread her legs. Elena groans as the catheter moves inside her, but feels a little more comfortable. He positions his legs so they don't entangle with hers and touch the catheter. Damon presses a kiss to her lips and then he starts thrusting again, this time feeling better for her too. The motions aren't the most graceful, and each thrust is accompanied by an uncomfortable sensation alongside the good feeling, but Elena knows that comes at a price.

She's not complaining, because it's getting better for her, even though she's slower to reach a state of ecstasy. The thrusts are becoming less erratic, Damon is encouraging her with his movements and kisses and Elena knows it feels good for him too as his moans deepen. They are getting closer and closer to climax and with the next thrust Damon reaches ecstasy and she follows after a few seconds before immediately a small amount of gas leaves her rectum and with ecstasy, a small bowel movement begins.

Elena comes amidst a farting fit, then fecal matter escapes her rectum and falls into the catheter's collection bag. Above Damon, she starts to tremble slightly as even more gas leaves her anus, but Damon merely reassures her and whispers nice nothings in her ear.

She grunts as the bowel movements subside, but Elena doesn't regret making love, even if it is now quite uncomfortable for what is happening to her.

He stays with her till her bowel movements come to a finish, her legs spasming slightly and her head buried in Damon's shoulder.

When it's over, he drops one last kiss on her forehead, then slips carefully out from under himr and puts on his robe.

Drowsiness takes over again, the lovemaking and the bowel movements have absorbed all her power. She knows Damon will come back soon with a catheter, but she can't keep her eyes open, and her hemorrhoids won't allow her to fall entirely asleep.

It's only been two days, but she's already fatigued to the point of exhaustion. She can only hope that she can actually manage this issue better.

#delena #damon x elena #elena x damon #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #tvd #the vampire diaries #delena ff #delena fic #delena fanfic #tvd ff #tvd fic #tvd fanfic

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brittanagirlcrush · 2 years ago

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This is the first chapter of my new fic CONSEQUENCES.

The whole fic is posted at FF.NET A/N: I'm not sure I like this story. It's much darker than my normal Glee stuff but it wouldn't leave me alone and let me write what I wanted to until I got this out. It also went in a lot of different directions that I wasn't expecting. Hopefully, the story is still cohesive and coherent.

It ended up in unexpected places and is much longer than I'd originally plotted. Sometimes, characters have minds of their own. It also ended up much better than I'd originally thought it would.

AU after Mash Off

Also, this fic does not fit anywhere into my own “Brittana World”.

Fair Warning: I hate Finn Hudson.

Trigger Warnings: homophobic slurs, racial slurs, racism, homophobia, violence, attempted rape.

XOXOXOXOXO

Chapter 1

Finn Hudson was laughing at something Puck had said when a blur of blonde knocked him off his chair and began pummeling him. He tried to protect himself from the fists that were flying at him seemingly from every direction. A crunch of cartilage signaled the breaking of his nose. Suddenly, the weight that had been sitting on his chest lifted and the fists stopped. The blur of blonde resolved itself into a screaming Brittany; Puck was holding her by the waist, Sam and Mike each holding an arm, and she was fighting them to get back to Finn.

“It's all your fault! You did this! And you're laughing! You think it's funny? YOU DID THIS! THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU! AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN SORRY! I HATE YOU! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!”

A quick clicking of heels down the hallway signaled the arrival of another person. Quinn Fabray hurried into the choir room and looked at Brittany.

“Oh, sweetheart,” her voice was soft but Brittany obviously heard it and stopped fighting the boys holding her back.

“Quinn,” Brittany's lip trembled and tears started slipping down her cheeks as her face crumpled “it's all his fault...”

“Let her go.” It was a soft but firm demand.

The three guys did as Quinn commanded but stood ready to grab Brittany in case she went after Finn again. Brittany fell into Quinn's arms sobbing.

Something was definitely wrong. Brittany Pierce was not violent. She didn't hit people. She certainly didn't hate people. She cried pretty; she didn't sob.

“It's going to be okay, honey.”

“It's his fault, Quinn, and he was LAUGHING. He did this and he was LAUGHING. He doesn't even CARE!”

“Shhh … I know, sweetheart, I know. It's going to be okay.” Quinn held onto her sobbing best friend and gently rubbed her back and stroked her hair. Eventually, the sobbing slowed to soft sniffles and hiccups. Quinn pulled away from her and asked, “Did you get everything you needed?” Off Brittany's nod she continued, “where is it?”

“In the hallway,” came the sniffled reply.

“Okay.” Quinn looked around the room until she spotted Mercedes. “Mercedes?”

Mercedes stepped down the risers. “What do you need, girl?” her voice low and soothing, trying not to startle Brittany.

Quinn reached into the pocket of her blazer and handed Mercedes her car keys. “Can you take Britt and get her cleaned up and sit with her in my car? I'll be out shortly.” Mercedes took the keys with a nod.

“Brittany, sweetheart? Go with Mercedes, okay? I'll be out in a few minutes and then we'll go back to the hospital.”

Brittany nodded and let go of Quinn, allowing Mercedes to put an arm around her waist and lead her out of the choir room.

“Wait, Mercedes … Quinn … Brittany can't just leave,” Mr. Schue stuttered, “We have to go to Principal Figgins' office and …”

“Mr. Schue, I'm going to stop you right now,” Quinn said, steel in her voice; anger blazing in her eyes.

“Actions have consequences, Quinn! Brittany broke Finn's nose! She can't just …”

“She can. You can go to Figgins' office after I say what I have to say. Right now Brittany doesn't care if she gets suspended or even expelled. She's not going to be in school for the foreseeable future. And, yes, actions have consequences … unless you're Finn Hudson.”

She looked at Finn Hudson with obvious distaste. “Around two months ago, Finn's ACTION caused Santana a lot of pain and heartache …”

“Really, Quinn, that's all in the past. Santana …” Rachel interrupts her.

“Rachel, finish that sentence and you'll wish Brittany was still in the room,” Quinn's eyes flashed dangerously. “As I was saying, around two months ago Finn's ACTION caused a lot of consequences for Santana and Brittany but Finn never suffered a one. Not a SINGLE CONSEQUENCE for Finn Hudson OUTING Santana in the middle of a crowded hallway. That action caused a domino effect. A campaign ad forcing Santana to come out to her parents and her abuela before she was ready. Santana and Brittany are STILL paying consequences for FINN'S action.”

Tina chimes in, “I thought Santana was okay? I mean, she said her parents were okay with it and, yeah, her abuela disowned her but …”

“She lied.” Quinn shrugs, interrupting. “Santana isn't the person you all think she is. She didn't want pity or attention. She lied because school was the easiest battle to quit fighting. Her parents weren't okay with it.”

XOXOXOXOXO

(Flashback, Quinn's POV)

Quinn had just climbed into bed and turned off the light when her phone rang. She was going to ignore it but it was 11:15 at night and nothing good could be coming from a phone call at that hour. She grabbed her phone and saw Brittany's number.

“Hey, Britt, what's up?”

“Hey, Quinn,” Brittany's voice sounded strained, “have you, um, have you heard from Santana?”

Quinn frowned. Why would she have heard from Santana? “No, Britt, I haven't. Should I have?”

Brittany sighed. “She was going to tell her parents about the ad and being gay tonight at dinner. They were both actually going to be home tonight. That was at 6. She promised me she'd text or call by 9 no matter what happened. When I didn't hear from her by 9:30, I texted her and got no answer. Same at 9:45, 10, 10:15, and 10:30. At 11 I called and it went straight to voicemail.” Brittany's voice cracked and she sniffled. “I'm scared, Quinn.”

“I'll be there in fifteen minutes, Britt.”

“Thanks, Q.”

Quinn hung up and quickly threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie. She threw her phone in her purse and headed downstairs. She tried to be quiet so as not to let her mother hear her but she didn't have to worry; Judy was passed out on the couch with an almost empty bottle of vodka sitting on the coffee table. Quinn shook her head and covered her mother with an afghan on her way out the door.

She pulled into the Pierce driveway; all the downstairs lights were on and Brittany was sitting on the front porch. She looked up as Quinn's headlights flooded the front of the house, got up, and hurried to the car.

“Hey, you okay?” Quinn asked as Brittany slid into the passenger seat.

Brittany shook her head. “I still haven't heard from her and I still can't reach her.”

Quinn nodded. “What do you want to do?”

“Sneak in?”

Quinn raised an eyebrow.

“I just need to see she's okay, Quinn. Or rescue her if she's not.” Brittany shrugged. “It's not like we've never snuck in or out before,” a small grin crept across Brittany's face.

“That's true,” Quinn chuckled and put the car into gear. “Your parents still up?”

“Yeah. They're worried, too.” Brittany sighed. “She doesn't break her promises to me, Quinn. She promised she'd call or text.”

Quinn nodded and they fell into silence.

Ten minutes later they were pulling into Santana's driveway. Quinn she knew exactly where to stop the car to avoid activating the motion detector lights; as Brittany had said, it wasn't their first time sneaking in or out of Santana's house. The whole house was dark. They left the doors unlocked and crept around the fence to the side of the house. There were no lights on that side because the neighbors had complained; every time a raccoon or a rabbit wandered into the yard, the lights came on.

They crossed the yard once they were across from the side door to the garage. Brittany used her key to open the door (Santana's parents had no idea that Brittany had a key to the side garage door) and crept in slowly. They used the flashlight apps on their phones to guide them. The garage would hold four cars but Santana's older brother, Gabriel, had moved to California the previous summer so the only cars in the garage were Santana's mother's Honda CRV, her father's Cadillac, and Santana's Jeep. Brittany checked the Jeep and saw Santana's current Cheerios' duffle bag in the back, along with her school backpack, and her Cheerios' jacket. She and Quinn shared a look.

They crept up the stairs and opened the door to the mud/laundry room. Brittany quickly punched in the code to disarm the alarm. Quinn made a mental note to remind her to re-arm it when they left.

Exiting the laundry room, directly across from it, was a small bathroom. To the right was a family room that Santana and her friends often used for sleepovers. To the left were two stairs that led to the kitchen and the door to the basement was directly at the top and to the left of the stairs. The were silent as they entered the kitchen. Quinn pointed to the island; a set of keys with a Cheerios' pom-pom key chain was sitting there next to a phone. Brittany listened for a moment but the house was silent. She quickly crossed the kitchen to the island and held up the phone; Quinn recognized Santana's phone case.

Quinn was now getting really nervous. Santana's room was in the basement. She quietly opened the door and saw a dim light at the bottom so she motioned to Brittany to follow. They silently went down the stairs and saw light coming from Santana's room. They hurried across the basement and entered the room. It looked like a hurricane had gone through it. Santana wasn't the neatest person but it was never this bad. Glaringly obvious was the fact that Santana wasn't here and she apparently left in a hurry. Brittany crossed to the closet and reached up to the top shelf, grabbing down several old Cheerios' duffle bags. She tossed two to Quinn.

“They kicked her out,” Brittany's voice was laced with anger. “That dresser,” she pointed to a chest of drawers, “underwear and socks are the top two small drawers. Pajama bottoms and sleep shirts are in the top big drawer; sweats and sweatshirts in the bottom two. Empty them?”

Quinn nodded and got to work as Brittany rifled through the closet. She came out with two lock boxes and two rolling suitcases. She put the lock boxes into one of the rolling suitcases then added Santana's jewelry boxes. She went through the desk and grabbed school work and a few keepsakes from the top; she then turned the center drawer upside down and grabbed three envelopes taped there. Quinn watched as Brittany climbed onto the desk to reach the top of the wardrobe and came down with several notebooks. She tossed those into one of the remaining duffle bags. She slid under the bed and came out with two more notebooks and a guitar.

“Do you know all her hiding spots?” Quinn asked, impressed with Brittany's thoroughness.

“I hope so. This is the only shot we're going to have at this.”

Quinn nodded knowing Brittany was right; Santana's parents would know someone had been here and would probably change all the locks and the alarm code. Quinn watched as Brittany scanned the room making sure they hadn't left anything important behind. Quinn had packed up all of Santana's extra Cheerios uniforms and emptied “Brittany's drawer” so that was taken care of. Brittany shook her head. “I think that's everything important. We gotta go.”

Quinn looked at the packed duffle bags, the guitar, and the suitcases trying to figure out how they were going to get it all upstairs and out to her car quietly and in one trip. Brittany slung a duffle over each shoulder, wore the guitar in front of her, and grabbed one of the suitcases. She looked at Quinn and Quinn nodded, following her lead. As quickly and quietly as possible they moved up the stairs, pausing at the top to listen for Santana's parents. All was silent. Down the two steps, a right into the laundry room and out into the garage. Brittany paused at Santana's Jeep. She set down the duffle bags and opened the rear door, grabbing Santana's backpack and slinging it onto her back before re-situating the duffle bags. She grabbed the suitcase from Quinn and nodded at the extra duffle and the jacket. Quinn grabbed the jacket and slipped it on over her hoodie, then grabbed the duffle and silently closed the Jeep's rear door. Quinn shook her head; Brittany was carrying the guitar, a backpack, two duffle bags, and two suitcases. She was in Beast Mode. Quinn made sure she had a grip on the three duffle bags and out they went. They followed the same path back to the car and loaded most of it into the trunk; the guitar was placed carefully in the back seat.

“I need to go make sure the door is locked; I don't want her parents to know how anyone got in.” Brittany said before sprinting back toward the garage. Quinn started the car and Brittany was back in five minutes.

“Did you remember to re-arm the alarm?”

Brittany nodded. “Yeah. I forgot until I locked the door then I remembered. That's why it took so long.”

“Where to?”

“My house. We'll see if she's shown up there. I doubt it because my mom would have called me but …” Brittany trailed off and Quinn knew she didn't have a better idea.

It was almost 1am by the time they got back to Brittany's. They had taken a circuitous route, checking to see if Santana was maybe still walking toward Brittany's house. All the lights were all still on when they finally got back to Britt's house. Brittany and Quinn walked in and found Brittany's parents in the living room.

“I take it you didn't find her?” Whitney asked, concern clear in her voice.

Brittany shook her head. “It looks like they threw her out. Her phone, keys, and car were all there. Her room looked like a whirlwind went through it and there was no sign of her. Unless they locked her in one of the upstairs rooms …” Brittany trailed off.

“Britt … she'd have left a light on and would have been screaming her head off.” Quinn tried to assuage Brittany's fears. They hadn't even thought to check upstairs.

Brittany nodded. “Even if her voice gave out, you're right … there would have been lights on in whatever room she was in. She'd have known I'd come looking.” She seemed to accept that as fact. “I don't know what to do now.” She looked like she was about to cry.

“Let's empty the car. Then you can wait here in case she shows up and I'll drive in every direction from her driveway. She may have not even thought about where she was going or where she could go and she couldn't call you so you could tell her it was okay to come here. It's possible she just … wandered.”

“Yeah.” She looked at Quinn. “What … what did you do when …”

Quinn shook her head. “Finn was there. I wasn't alone. But I remember being … not disoriented, exactly, but like my brain just couldn't function. I couldn't think. I was … disconnected from everything. I just kind of … shut down.”

Brittany nodded. “That makes sense. Santana was alone. She wouldn't have had anyone to help her or guide her. Yeah. Let's empty the car out …” Brittany looked at her parents. “I didn't even ask … um …”

“Of course she can stay here, sweetie. I'm sure you girls will sleep in your room but she can have the guest room right next to yours so she has a place of her own.” Whitney answered the unspoken question kindly. “She's welcome to stay as long as she needs to.”

Brittany threw her arms around her mother. “Thank you,” she whispered. Whitney simply hugged her and rubbed her back.

Brittany pulled away and wiped her eyes. “Okay, let's get her stuff in here so you can go looking.”

With Brittany's parents helping, it only took one trip to get everything into the house. Brittany handed a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt to Quinn. “She probably left with only her Cheerios uniform and her long sleeved undershirt. It's so cold out,” she bit her lip nervously, “she's probably freezing. I hope she thought to put track pants on or a hoodie or something.” Tears welled in her eyes.

Quinn hugged her and took the clothes. “I'll call you when I find her.”

Brittany just looked at her brokenly.

“I'm going to find her, B, I promise. I won't give up until I do.” Quinn's voice sounded a lot more sure than she felt but she was determined to find Santana and bring her back to Brittany. Another quick hug and she was out the door and back in her car.

She drove back to Santana's house and looked at each direction trying to decide where Santana would go if not to Brittany. She suddenly remembered a small park that was about a mile away from the house so she headed in that direction, keeping an eye out in case Santana was still walking along the road.

She got to the park and got out of the car, taking the clothes with her. She was feeling pretty confident that this would be where she'd find Santana. She walked into the park and saw a small figure curled up on a bench near the frozen duck pond. The person's head was resting on a duffle bag and the body was under a large quilt. Quinn got nearer and let out a sigh of relief when she recognized Santana.

“Santana,” she called softly approaching the bench slowly, not wanting to spook the Latina.

The small figure sat up and looked toward Quinn with vacant eyes. “Quinn? What are you doing here?”

“Brittany is really worried. We've been looking everywhere for you.”

“I'm okay. Tell Britt … just … tell her I'm fine.”

“Santana, you're not fine.” Santana was in her Cheerios' uniform and a long sleeved undershirt; she was shivering violently and her teeth were chattering so hard Quinn was afraid she was going to chip them.

Quinn handed her the sweatpants and sweatshirt, removing the jacket and handing that over as well. “You're freezing. Brittany gave me these to give to you when I found you.”

Santana listlessly put on the sweatpants and hoodie and slipped the jacket on over them. She then wrapped the quilt back around herself and sat back down on the bench. “Thanks.”

“Santana, get your ass in the car. I am NOT going back to Brittany and telling her I found you but didn't bring you back with me.”

“I can't, Quinn,” she said, her voice devoid of any emotion, “I can't drag her down with me. I can't … I just can't … I've got nothing to offer her. I'm homeless. That ad is going to run and everything is just going to get worse. She doesn't deserve that. I'm never getting out of this town. I'm … nothing.” She finished in a hoarse whisper.

Quinn slapped her. “You're a fucking idiot. Brittany loves you. We did a little breaking and entering to find out what happened and stole a bunch of your stuff. It's at Britt's house. In a room that her mother has designated as YOUR room. Brittany is out of her mind with worry. Whitney and Pierce are still awake because THEY'RE worried. I was in bed when Brittany called me and I'm here in the middle of the night in the fucking freezing cold arguing with an idiot.”

Santana looked at Quinn, silent tears rolling down her face. “Why?”

“Because we love you,” Quinn said, softening. She sat down on the bench and put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. “You're a bitch but you're our bitch. Now …” Quinn stood back up and offered Santana her hand, “you can either come with me now or I'll be back in half an hour with Brittany.” Quinn quirked a brow at Santana. “Really think you'll be able to resist her and her pout?”

Santana let out a tired, wet chuckle and took Quinn's hand. “Not a chance.”

Quinn grabbed Santana's bag as Santana wrapped the quilt more tightly around her shoulders; she was still shivering pretty badly and her teeth were still chattering. Once she started the car she set the heat on blast and dialed Brittany.

“Quinn? Did you …”

“I've got her, Britt. I'm bringing her home.” She handed the phone to Santana.

“Britt?”

“Santana! Oh, thank god! I was so worried. Are you okay?”

“Cold. Tired. No, Britt, I don't think I am.”

“I love you. It's gonna be okay. We're going to get through this together, baby, I promise you.”

Santana finally broke down and started sobbing. Quinn took the phone as she pulled back into the Pierce's driveway for the third time that night. “We're here, Britt.”

The door flew open and Brittany came tearing out of the house. She reached the passenger door and wrenched it open, kneeling down and gathering Santana in her arms. “I've got you, baby. I've got you. I'm here. Everything is going to be okay.” She cooed softly as she held tightly to Santana, gently rubbing her back. “I've got you.” It was several moments before Santana took a shuddering breath and pulled back from Brittany. “You ready to go in?” Santana nodded and Brittany took her hand and helped her out of the car as Quinn grabbed the duffle bag from the back seat and scooped up the quilt Santana had left on the passenger seat.

As soon as they walked in, Whitney enveloped Santana in a warm, reassuring hug. “You're okay, sweetie,” she said as Santana sighed softly, relaxing into the embrace.

Brittany took the things Quinn was holding and ran them down the hall to Santana's room as Whitney moved them all into the kitchen. When Brittany joined them she pulled Santana into her lap and wrapped her arms tightly around the Latina; Santana's shivering had mostly stopped but her teeth were still chattering. Whitney gave them all a mug of hot chocolate and put out a plate of cookies.

“Santana … why didn't you come here?” Brittany asked.

Santana sighed. “I don't want to drag you down with me, Britt. That ad is going to run and … god, Britt, it's going to be so bad.” Tears started sliding down her face again.

“I don't care about any of that. I love you. That's what I care about. Loving you means standing by you through the shitstorm that's coming.” She cupped Santana's chin gently. “Look at me, Santana.” When Santana lifted her eyes to Brittany, Brittany smiled. “You're not alone.”

“Santana, sweetie, you can stay her for as long as you need to. You'll have your own room even though I know you two girls won't sleep apart but you'll still have your own space. You will have to share Brittany's bathroom, though.” Whitney smiled kindly at Santana. “Like Brittany said … you're not alone. Okay?”

Santana nodded and looked at Quinn. “Thank you.” She whispered as she looked around the table, “all of you.” She leaned her head against Brittany's shoulder; she looked exhausted. “But … I … don't want anyone to know I got kicked out. I don't want their pity or whatever.” She sighed heavily. “I just … I can't fight all these battles anymore. I'm so tired of fighting.” Her eyes fluttered. “Let them think their 'Lady Music Week' worked and I'm all good now. Please?”

Brittany and Quinn looked at each other then nodded.

“We have to at least let the administration know you're living here. That way anything you need for school will come here.” Whitney paused deep in thought. “There are a few things we'll need to do but all of that can wait. It's late.” She looked at the clock. “Very late. Quinn, you'll stay here tonight. It's been a long, emotional night and I don't want to worry about you driving home. You can sleep in Santana's room … I'm sure Brittany isn't going to let go of Santana any time soon.”

The three girls chuckled and Quinn nodded. “Thank you, Whitney.”

“Now, go to bed girls. Get some rest. Sleep in. Try to make it in by third period and I'll write you all excuses. I'm guessing it's going to be a long couple of days.”

The three girls got up and each of them hugged Whitney before walking down the hall to the bedrooms. Brittany got fresh toothbrushes for Quinn and Santana and they all got ready in silence.

Santana hugged Quinn tightly. “Thanks, bitch.” She smiled.

“I'd say anytime but … let's not make this a habit.” Quinn grinned.

“Good night, Quinn.”

“Good night, Santana.”

Santana slipped into Brittany's bedroom and Brittany pulled Quinn into a fierce hug. “Thank you, Quinn. So much. I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here. Thank you for answering. Thank you for coming. Thank you for finding her; for bringing her to me. Just … thank you.”

“I love you, Brittany. I love her, too. I'm really glad I was able to help.” Quinn said, hugging Brittany just as tightly.

“I love you, too. Good night.” Brittany pulled back and smiled softly. “See you in the morning.”

“Good night, Britt.” Quinn watched as Brittany closed the door and then went into her room, closing the door behind her. She climbed into bed and glanced at her phone. 3:30am. Tomorrow was going to be hell.

(End Flashback)

XOXOXOXOXO

“And none of you noticed. I mean, she used the word “y'all” when she told you about her parents and nobody questioned it when Brittany said 'No way!'.” Quinn rolls her eyes. “As if Brittany wouldn't have been Santana's first call after that conversation.” Quinn shakes her head. “Santana told you what you wanted to hear and showed you what you wanted to see because it was easier than continuing to fight a lost battle. She was outed. Nothing was going to change that. So she's been living at the Pierces' ever since.”

#my fics #consequences #fic writing #brittana fic

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madslasher88 · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I know why it didn't happen. It wouldn't match the rest of the show tonally, or fit with the genre. And it wasn't the story they wanted to tell. BUT!! The part of me that spent my high school years reading some... pretty messed up GEN fics that were rated NC-17 for graphic depictions of torture (back in YE OLDEN DAYS, when FF.net allowed NC-17) can't help but wonder... How would 2x06 and 2x07 been different if Ned Lowe didn't (to quote Ed) torture like a bitch?

Rest behind cut because of rambling and mentions of torture.

So, everything else starts the same. Stede and Ed are caught and taken into one of the rooms on the Revenge, away from the others. Ned is doing his thing with the poker. But oh, this time... This time, when Ed messes up, when Ed accidentally reveals his hand, Ned notices. And he uses it. (Because BOY OH BOY, was that the first thing I thought about with Ed immediately going from flippant while Ned was torturing him, to pissed when he used the poker on Stede. Oh Ed, you done messed up, now he KNOWS how best to hurt you.)

And the actor who played Ned was great, because I can just picture that slick smile and the soft "oh..." of realization. And from there... Oh, the delicious angst. Slow and methodical use of the poker on Stede. Deliberate. Maybe a little knife action. Maybe a some generous use of a cat of nine tails or a scourge, with little sharp hooks braided into the ends of the leather, for extra tearing. But not too much at once! Oh no, it's no fun if your little pet passes out too early, is it, Blackbeard?

And in between, he'll stop, turn his attentions back to Ed, because let's be honest, he wants his blood as well. Making sure Stede has a chance to catch his breath, to keep the game going as long as possible, playing them against each other, watching how much more that hurts them both... Oh that's just a bonus.

And in the end, it ends mostly the same. Because Ned just can't help himself. Except... Now with both of them in much worse shape, having just watched each other get tortured, for real? Would it still be Stede that killed Ned, bloody and maybe barely standing, but pissed off, because he knew this was all to hurt Ed? Would he still have hesitated, or would there not have even been time for Ed to protest? Or would it have been Ed this time? Would a Ned that made it very clear that all of this was happening because he knew how it hurt Ed to hear Stede scream now be "worth the poison"?

This time, though, neither of them would be in any shape for sex, not even of the life affirming kind. They're both still traumatized, and killing Ned is still a mind fuck for whichever of them did it, but tonight... All they can really manage is limping back to their cabin and tending to each other's wounds. And talking, neither of them able to be quiet, because in the quiet, they can both still hear the echoes of each other's screams.

And in the morning, Ed still makes Stede breakfast in bed after dropping his leathers in the ocean. The mood's more somber, but things still continue the same. The Republic of Pirates still celebrates them and the crew for getting rid of Ned.

And Ed still leaves. Except this time, it's not because of things moving too fast, or because he doesn't want to be a pirate anymore, just as Stede is coming into his own. This time, it's because Ned does not torture like a bitch, and hurt Stede to get to him. And because he is afraid - KNOWS - that this will happen again. That others will do the same, others who he hurt or slighted while he was in his Kracken era.

And it ends the same, with the two of them hurting and separated. It ends with Zheng's fleet still exploding, and cannonballs still raining down around them. Maybe instead of Stede delaying their return to the ship by challenging Zheng to a duel, maybe Olu, Jim, Archie, and Zheng are spared from the clock bombs because they talk, or because they can't leave Stede with him in the state he's in.

Whatever the reason, it ends the same. But isn't it fun, thinking of ways to get them to the same place, just in a wildly different frame of mind?

(Excuse the rambling, but I don't have the time to actually write fic anymore, but the part of me that loves torturing fictional characters has not STOPPED thinking about this since the last episodes came out.)

#our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #tw torture

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melishade · 1 year ago

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This ask game

Does me writing and not completing it technically count in this situation?

So back on ff.net, my very first fanfic was a DBZxTeen Titans (2004) crossover. Basically the summary of that was that Trunks had a malfunction in the time machine after the Cell Saga and ended up in Jump City in a different timeline. Because I was in middle school and was a fairly novice writer (also I didn't get a lot of comments on it) I deleted it and decided to not pursue it.

I did still think about it though in the past and what I would do to pursue that story now if I had the energy to do so:

-I would have had Trunks land a few episodes before Trigon's arrival. So before Raven has to fulfill that prophecy to bring her father out and cause ruin and destruction across the known universe. This would allow Trunks to build actual connections with the Titans and care about their own future.

-His introduction to the Titans is stopping one of the villains in Jump City that's on a Rampage. Plasmus, specifically. He senses a human body using ki and practically tackles him out of there. The Titans are grateful and decide to treat him to some food.

-He would be reluctant to reveal that he's from the future and that time travel exists when he does start interacting with the titans. Because even when he intentionally altered the past to save his future, it did nothing to alter his timeline, and the past that he went too exceedingly differentiated from the norm. He could've made their timeline better or worse if he said something but he kept it to himself.

-Of course he does eventually get found out. Trunks has no where to go and he's trying to get back home, but Starfire and Beast Boy want to offer their gratitude and get the others to agree. Of course, the last time a super-powered human came into their home had no where to go, she turned into Slade's apprentice. So there is some digging that is done. Robin initially thinks that Trunks is some sort of Kryptonian Hybrid with his abilities. He even kept a spare Kryptonite shard from Batman and had it in front of Trunks, but Trunks just picked it up and gave it back to Robin. They still ask him questions through small talk and meals, but Trunks is still selective about what he's choosing to share to prevent the timeline from breaking. Cyborg can't find any actual records on him, and Raven senses that his aura is completely different from everyone else. Like it doesn't belong in their world.

-This all kind of comes to a head during the whole Mother-Mae-Eye situation. I think it was Episode 45 of the show. Basically what happens is that Trunks kills her off the bat once he realizes what's happening, which does not go over well with the other Titans, especially Robin, who was raised on the no kill rule. There's an argument between all six of them, Trunks gets a tad bit emotional, and let's it slip that everyone he knows and loves from the future is dead because the threat he faces wasn't killed. This takes them all aback, and their demanding answers. Trunks is now forced to explain that he's from the future. He went back in time to warn his mother and her allies of the threat that was going to come. He went back to help them deal with it, and tried to go back to his timeline to take care of the Androids then. He even shows them his time machine, which Cyborg and Beast Boy can't help but gush at. Trunks still hides how strong he is and the Super Saiyan Transformation.

-There is still some heavy tension between Robin and Trunks because of their clashing ideologies. Robin is still holding steadfast to Batman's philosophy of "if we kill them, we're no better than them". But Trunks retorts that type of thinking is a privilege. One that only applies if a society is still in place, but the Androids destroy homes, lives, dreams. He lost almost everyone he cared about, and his mom put her blood, sweat, and tears into giving them a fighting chance to protect their home. And Robin can see through Trunks' eyes that this is so much different than what he even speculated. He lets it go, hell, he's sure he really can't stop Trunks, but he asks that if he stays with them, that he follows their rules. No killing. Arresting only.

-Now in regards to dynamics between Trunks and the Titans. There is tension between Robin and Trunks due to ideology. However, everyone else is not that bad. While Trunks does keep SS a secret, he does tell them that he's half alien and that his father is a Saiyan. Starfire's stunned because she's heard about the Saiyans before. They're quite similar to Tamarans in nature, but they're not as advanced as they are. Because Starfire is one of the strongest out of the team and can keep up with Trunks, the two of them spend a lot of time sparring together, allowing Starfire to get really strong. Cyborg can't help but ask Trunks about technology in the future as he's helping repair the time machine so Trunks can get back home. Trunks gives what he can because he's not the expert. His mom is. Beast Boy...well Beast Boy is honestly a nice change of pace for Trunks. The shape-shifter always tries to include him into stuff and makes him feel as welcome as possible. He helps get the conversation rolling and introduces him to movies and games from his time. As for Raven, the two don't talk initially, but Raven ends up asking how he's able to control his own powers with little difficultly. There's still a difference in how they control the energy in their bodies: Trunks using Ki and Raven using Chakra and Magic. But they swap ideas and start meditating together from time to time. Raven has asked to look into his mind in order to find a possibly memory of him looking at his mother's schematics so that Cyborg can fix the time machine. Trunks does agree, but Raven ends up seeing more glimpses of the future and just how horrible Trunks' life has been. She doesn't ask again for a while just to cope. She does tell Robin to go easier on him as a result though.

-However for Trunks, being here in Jump City is the most relaxed and happy that he's been. The future's in peril and every time he visited the past it was always to prevent a terrible future. He never had the time to enjoy the beauty the world had to offer. He's never had this level of safety and security before. On top of that, he's never had friends around his age. He never had friends...ever! It felt nice. And it was nice to be normal for once.

-Until Raven started acting weird one day. She was trying to make breakfast for the team, trying to be uncharacteristically nice, trying to not make rude comments, hell even forcing a smile. He also noticed that her ki felt off. And then he saw her collapse, and the red markings on her arm, and her crying. The Titans explain that before he arrived about Raven's birthday and an ancient prophecy that would bring her demonic father, Trigon, to their world and cause the end of it as they knew it. Trunks is devastated and he and the other titans install precautions to protect Raven, but Trunks senses demonic ki from outside the tower. He and the other titans are met with Slade and his army of lava ghouls. Now normally, Slade would think this was going to be a walk in the park. He sees Trunks, but doesn't think too much of him. But Trunks, without a word, blasts the entire army, excluding Slade to dust.

Slade: Oh shit.

Titans: Oh shit.

-Slade tries to summon more of Trigons army but Trunks is dealing with them too without going SS. And Trunks is ready to just erase Slade because it's either him or the whole world, but Raven uses her strength to knockout him out and everyone else out while also providing that protection from Trigon's wrath. So when they wake up, Trunks senses Raven's ki, picks up Cyborg and Robin like they're grapes and books it to her location with Starfire and Beast Boy struggling to keep up. But it's too late. Just as Trunks drops Cyborg and Robin and decimates the army present at the altar but it's too late. Raven opens the portal destroying herself, and Trigon comes through and destroys the world, save for the Titans and Trunks. And when they wake up to a ruined world, Trunks just screams out in despair because it happened again. Another future, another world, was destroyed.

-And then Slade makes himself known to the Titans again, and Trunks immediately tackles him and is ready to kill him. And Slade has no control over this situation and none of his powers, so he quickly blurts out that he knows where Raven is which gets Trunks to stop and the Titans to listen. Slade explains where she might be and that they need to find her soon and that they need to split up and distract Trigon. Titans are in protest, but Slade immediately says Trunks can be the distraction, stating that he knows hidden power when he sees it. Slade tells the Titans that Trunks has been lying about how strong he was, and Trunks just really hates this guy. But Trunks knows that Slade isn't lying. He's teaming up with the Titans out of pride and selfishness, just like Vegeta did. Trunks confesses and says that if he really wanted to, he could've destroyed the planet that they were on with a simple ki blast. He'll fight Trigon while the others go get Raven. Starfire decides to stay with Trunks and help. He can't do this alone and the two of them have been training together for months. They can do this together. Cyborg and Beast Boy go with Robin and Slade to get Raven.

-Now in any other situation, Trigon would have unleashed clones on Starfire and Trunks the moment they attacked in unison and hit him so hard that it knocked him backwards and destroyed the tower. But Trunks isn't playing around and activates Super Saiyan, and Trigon is excited. Because he's heard the legend of the Super Saiyan but he never thought he would see it in person, and through an abomination like Trunks (Since he's a hybrid and what not). And Trigon personally gets off his throne to fight Starfire and Trunks. Note that Trigon is significantly stronger in this version of the story.

-So the remaining titans get Raven, Slade gets his body back, and they all come back to Starfire and Trunks fighting for their lives against Trigon. And despite how well the two aliens are tag teaming together, Starfire gets knocked out of the sky hard and Trunks is heavily injured. But they still get up and continue to fight, and the Titans and Slade provide help. And little Raven is stunned at how their all fighting and hurting Trigon. All the Titans and Slade are defeated, but Trunks is still standing. Trigon praises his ferocity and battle prowess, but knows that he's a man out of time, trying to change fate and constantly failing. Trigon even says that Trunks was always destined to fail and suffer for his failure. But Trunks refutes it. He doesn't care if it's destiny. prophecy, or fate. As long as he was still alive, he was going to fight and defy fate. Trunks flies into the air and charges his attack while Trigon charges his own. Trunks screams 'Final Flash' and fires while Trigon fires from his eyes. Two are going at it with a beam struggle and everyone is watching from below. Raven sees her father struggle against Trunks, and Trigon is even forced to use his hands and fire energy in order to hold back Trunks attack, but Trunks is still pushing on. But he's starting to lose, Raven needs to help! Raven uses her power to age back up to her teens and flies up to Trunks. She holds his shoulder and lends her energy and fires her own beam of energy at Trigon to aid in the struggle. The rest of the titans are attacking from behind to distract Trigon.

-Now because Raven is technically a demigod, since Trigon is the literal devil, lending her energy helps Trunks awaken god ki. Doesn't go full SSG but he does look like this:

Raven screams out 'Azarath Metrion Zinthos', and with her and Trunks' combined might, they vanquish Trigon and bring the world back. However, Trunks is still heavily injured and has to get medical attention.

-But after all that, Cyborg does manage to fix the time machine, and Trunks is finally able to go back home. He says his tearful goodbyes to the Titans, saying they were really the best friends he could have. Beast Boy makes sure that they all get a group photo together and give a copy for Trunks to take and to remember them by. As Trunks leaves, Cyborg can't help but ask Robin why he didn't give Trunks the communicator. They could have really used someone like him if they had a crisis like Trigon again. Robin says that Trunks has been through enough, and if anyone deserves to live a normal life, it's him. The Titans do hope that they can somehow see him again.

-And as Trunks returns home, he sees his mom, and she's elated to have him back. He had so much to say to her. About the Androids, the past, Cell, the Titans. But after everything he's been through, only one question burned in his mind:

"Hey mom, did you ever meet dad?"

Trunks ends up telling her everything, kills the Androids, and keeps the picture he took with the Titans framed.

Also Slade is super fucking happy that Trunks left! He's never been that relieved before!

...So yeah, that's what I have for this unpublished story. Glad I got it out of my systems. I don't know if someone did decide to do it when I scrapped it but oh well.

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