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Hey, are you a fan of The Book of Life?

The year is 2024, which means on Oct. 12th, The Book of Life is going to turn 10 years old !

I don't know about the rest of you, but this film was pretty formative for me and I have so many fond memories of not only it but all the fanworks that came from it.

So I'd like to do at least something for the ten year anniversary. So I'm doing a call for fans of all sorts to come together and create stuff for a big ol' anniversary party.

"So like a zine?" Not exactly. If people want to set up a zine I'd encourage it, but I personally don't have experience doing so. And on top of that I don't want to just limit things to digital drawings and fic. Think of it a bit more like a big bang!

I want to see gif sets. I want to see essays. I want to see song covers. I want to see paintings. Little sculptures. Literally ANYTHING people want to create to celebrate. And more than any of that I'd love to see us artists come together and collaborate.

This project isn't anything specific, my goal is simply to bring the fans together for a big celebration.

For this purpose I HAVE set up a discord ! I'll leave a link here, but if it's not working for whatever reason just shoot me a DM and I'll get a fresh link!

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A few things to emphasize.

This is a LOW STAKES LOW STRESS project. Obviously if someone sets up a zine there will be deadlines, but otherwise I want people to just make whatever they're happy with. If you end up unable to create anything don't beat yourself up about it. (But I am making this post now so people have time to get ready)

While I want fics to be part of the celebration, be mindful about including them in anything we may want Jorge to see as he has stated outright he doesn't read fanfics of his works (in case of making sequels and the like)

I also won't discourage NSFW works, just be mindful of where we're putting them.

And again again again you don't have to be an artist/writer for this. Make giftsets. Make essays. Make song covers. Make memes. LITERALLY anything. If you want to participate in any aspect I'd love to see you.

That's it for now. I may add more to this post as questions are asked or things shift. Sharing this is appreciated! I want the fans (past and present) to see it!

Thanks !

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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!” 

[krissiedeathyart]

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[madcrona]

Alright, gonna gripe about this again.

I keep seeing the argument about criticism in fanspaces and as always I want to preface this by saying that I get what people mean. People can be cruel to each other and obviously people shouldn't be subjected to that. Not saying that there aren't antagonistic people out there, that's obviously a problem.

Having said that, sometimes I see this argument pop up whenever the topic of criticism - warranted or unwarranted - comes up.

"Why are people taking this so seriously? It's not like the writer is getting paid to do this, they're doing this of their own volition, so why throw criticism at them for their work? It's just fanfiction!"

It's "just" fanfiction, huh?

You do realize that by saying that you're implying that the work people put into fanfiction doesn't mean anything, right?

Like, I'm not gonna act like a lot of fanfiction is publication-level quality or anything like that. I certainly wouldn't say mine is at that level, that's not what I'm saying here. What I am saying is that I put a lot of work into what I do write, and to take the attitude that fanfiction shouldn't be taken as seriously as published works and therefore should be immune to criticism is telling me that the work I did put into my writing will always inherently be lesser. That it isn't worth thinking about on a deeper level because it's part of a specific group of fiction, and by its very category can be disregarded out of hand.

I'm sure if you put hard work and effort into what you make, you don't want to be told that. And sure, the people saying this kind of thing may not realize that's how it comes off, or that they're contributing to the very same social stigma they bemoan. But the thing is, if you do love something, then you have to be prepared to have discussions about it that aren't just endless praise. You have to be critical of the work to understand what you like and dislike about it, and that includes fan projects, made for profit or not.

And if you're a writer perpetuating this same mindset, then it just comes off like you don't have any faith in what you make. If you did then you'd be able to properly defend it against critique, instead of just shutting any arguments down or pulling the tired "don't like don't read" bit that should've died off in the FF.net days. And this is especially true if you're the type to throw out any negative comments whatsoever and only allow positive ones to remain. That just comes off as conceited. If you really believed in what you worked on then you'd be able to leave negative comments where they are and move forward, but wiping them out and not allowing any to even reach your public display just showcases how insecure you really are.

Again, I get it, there are people with bad intentions out there who just want to hurt other people for no justifiable reason. At the same time, if you just throw the baby out with the bath water then what do you really gain from that? You obviously want some form of validation, that's why you post the work in a public space to begin with. If you didn't want that then why not just put it in a private forum and have it so only you and the select people you want to see it can? Everyone wants that validation that comes with artistic work, but you have to accept that with that chance of validation comes the chance of getting some form of blowback. That's just part of making art. Making art and then confining yourself within an echo chamber just invites stagnation.

(To be clear, yes I'm talking about a specific case with all of this. Talking to them directly is like talking to a brick wall so I'm doing this instead in the hopes someone else might give this some thought.)

[fort-cozy-mcblanket]

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.

[smartzelda]

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.

[iannageorge]

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.

[madslasher88]

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.)

[melishade]

📕?

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.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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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.

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[sisterclement]

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Single-Fandom Fics

YouTuber RPF

Slime Eats X (formerly known as Twitter) - A crackfic inspired by a tweet made by the youtuber Slimecicle, who goes on a destructive rampage in the Twitter server room. Since ff.net doesn't allow rpf, this one is only on ao3. Rated G; no Archive Warnings; no romantic relationships; complete.

Five Nights at Freddy's

(Relatively) Canon Compliant

Learning to Sew - Vanessa learns a new skill. Rated G; no Archive Warnings; no romantic relationships; complete.

Celestial Shift AU

Celestial Shift - Sun and Moon get turned into humans, and wacky shenanigans ensue as they try to figure out how to reverse their transformation, how to be human in the meantime, and how to survive a bit of romance. Rated T; Graphic Depictions of Violence; Sun x OC, Moon x OC, minor Vanessa x Luis Cabrera; complete. Part 1 of Celestial Shift AU.

Shifting Nightmare - What if the spirits had different plans? An alternate ending to Celestial Shift. Rated T; no Archive warnings; Moon x OC, Sun x OC (sort of); 2/11 chapters posted.

Aftermath - Moon and Ginger (OC) discuss the differences between their worlds as he comes to terms with his new life. Rated G; no Archive Warnings; Moon x OC; complete. Part 2 of Celestial Shift AU.

Soup - When Sun gets his first cold, Chloe (OC) visits to cheer him up! Nothing bad can happen when you're eating soup, right? Rated G; no Archive Warnings; Sun x OC; complete. Part 3 of Celestial Shift AU.

Bedtime - Sun and Chloe put their kids to bed, then have a short chat. Rated G; no Archive Warnings; Sun x OC; complete. Part 4 of Celestial Shift AU.

Playtime - Moon, Ginger, and their kids have a fun Saturday. Rated G; no Archive Warnings; Moon x OC; complete. Part 5 of Celestial Shift AU.

Crossover Fics

Frozen x The LEGO Ninjago Movie

Elemental Love - A crackfic set after Frozen 2 where Lloyd and Elsa fall in love. Rated G; no Archive Warnings; Lloyd Garmadon x Elsa; complete.

Sonic the Hedgehog x Five Nights at Freddy's

Five Nights at Flicky's - In need of some extra cash, Sonic the Hedgehog becomes a nightguard at the newly-renovated Meh Buddy's Funtime Burger Party World. (Mostly Sonic with FNAF elements.) Rated G; no Archive Warnings; no romantic relationships; work in progress (only Chapter 1 posted so far).

[essektheylyss]

tagged by @the-littlest-goblin​ to do this fanfiction trope rank thing, which I also did as a reader because I’m somehow even MORE picky as a writer than I am as a reader lol

I am but a smol ace with a lot of squicks, alright, look at this lmao

tagging (if you want to do it, as always!) - @freckledmccree​ @eldritchjackalope​ @princessotaku18​ and anyone else who wants to join because this is delightful

[moonlight-fox]

I'm not an AO3 author. I had a few things up on ff.net way back in the days of "before AO3 was a thing" but most of the fiction I've written isn't on any such sites (mainly because the formatting for them is pretty specific and I'm not sure sites designed to host prose would work with it, though there are some prose works within them and stuff that bounces between prose and the more bespoke format, but also "a lot of my prose is original amateur fiction and I don't think AO3 allows that?" People sometimes indicate it does but whenever I look at the TOS it doesn't, though it also has a really weird boundary on what is and what isn't 'fanfic' to me so I'm just left unclear on some of my writing if it would be appropriate to AO3 or not so I just... Don't...)

What that ultimately means, though, is that for the majority of my writing? I'm yelling into barely more than a void. Back in the 2001-2004 period I used to joke about having an audience of 2. I haven't been able to make those jokes about my 2022-2024 stuff (but some might be bots) because NeoCities actually has something resembling analytics for free acounts in a way GeoCities did not. And I sometimes got feedback via the forum that was setup back in the day, and sometimes the person who was letting people know which of the 20 or so of us who were working in this nanogenre had updated that week did a bit of praise to try and entice others to read those things. And the amount of feedback I've gotten went down in the 2022-2024 stuff.

The attitude I sometimes see on the peripherary of "If you don't leave kudos or comments your writers will abandon you, fanfic authors rely on seretonin" is such a weird reason for writing to me, completely alien to my experience of putting my writing up online. If I was looking for external gratification I'd be doing literally anything else. I'm writing because I enjoy writing. My target audience is, and always will be, exactly one person - myself. If others happen to enjoy it, that's bonus.

And I just... Can't get my head around why you'd be putting in that much work - I've heard about AO3 author curses and how dedicated folk on there are to Maintaining A Schedule and having just come off of a one installment a week for schedule for 3 years (plus three weeks where I went one a day for, spread out throughout the project) - for anything else?

All in all, I can't help but wonder if AO3's comment and kudos system has accidentally gamified writing for some people, with all the drawbacks extrinsic rewards has to people otherwise intrinsicly motivated to do something.

(Though back on FF.net I did get a "This is the most disturbing thing I've ever read" comment on one of my works which... I don't know if it was intended as a compliment or not but it means I hit the tone I was aiming for for at least one person.)