#at least let Hiccup be suspicious of them

[raventao]

Hiccup deserved to hold a grudge. Like, he went through so much shit in that movie, and everything is just brushed under the rug by the end. Like, I still hold a grude against people who were only slightly mean to me (the normal Popular kid vs kinda nerdy anime/bookworm clique esque levels of mean) in HS, and that was over a decade ago! Like, bro had the whole village calling him a waste of space to his face his whole life. I would have been livid if I were in his shoes. That as soon as I was perceived as useful, everyone was changing their tune. And I get that they're trying to show a cultural thing of only the strong survive, but that doesn't negate all the fucking mental and physical abuse he'd suffered up until they decided he was suddenly worthy of being alive. Especially since when the truth came out that he was friends with a dragon, all of that approval instantly disappeared, and he was back to being hated. Right up until he killed the red death and risked his own life for them. I would never for people that fickle and shitty. Familial bonds or crush on Astrid be damned.

I get he was desperate for it, but Hiccup deserved so much better. He should have left. He should have run away and said fuck it all, even if Astrid saw him. What was she going to do? Shoot Toothless down again? Until Hiccup did it, they thought that was impossible. They didn't even believe he did it in the first place. There was not a single goddamn thing she could have done to stop him.

Valka left. He should have left, too. We could have smashed the first two movies together and gotten Valka and Hiccup reuniting in the first movie and kicking Drago's ass with a better than his dragon army in the second without ever mentioning Berk again. Valka said they'd never change. And she was right. She tried, so why was Hiccup's success a different story? Because the narrative wanted a happy ending. We should have gotten Hiccup betraying Berk for having always turned its back on him. It would have been much more believable. It would have been so much more satisfying.

Hiccup deserved better.

As a kid watching httyd you dont really register how horrible Hiccup was treated in the movie-

It was all kinda 'ooh cool dragons!'

At most a 'Oh, his dad doesn't listen to him! Parents never listen to what kids have to say! '

Only to get sidetracked by

'Awww cute dragons!' Once again

But i rewatched httyd again today and holy shit man

Like eveyone of his peers openly hated on him even going as far as wishing him death to his face

Like when Gobber asked what everyone's mistake was in training everybodies response for Hiccup was 'He didn't get eaten' or 'He's still alive'

And you can say 'ooh they were just joking!'

But they weren't friends

You dont tell someone they should've died even as a joke

Evenless so with someone you aren't close with!

For gods sake, Hiccup's father, Stoick, returned from his voyage to all his tribesmen patting him on the back saying things like 'out with the old and in with the new!' and laughing and congratulating him 'thank god, nobodies gonna miss that walking hazard' and his first thought is

'Hiccups gone'

He genuinely believed his tribesmen would be having a jolly good time and congradulating him if his son, Hiccup was gone

( dead or run away- it really could be either with that phrase but for they'd think he wouldnt last on his own which means him running away equates to him being dead)

And thats fucked up

Stoick tells Hiccup to his face that he gave up on him- that he was so glad that the worthless bag of bones he was for his entire life 'wasn't actually all there was'

Hell even Gobber wasnt as supportive as I remember him being

And then everybody just kind of, moves on and is all buddy buddy with him

His father is the only one he gets an actual apology from!

[miumura]

TREATIN’ ME LIKE AN ENEMY ｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ 엔하이픈 🪽 ✦

( 𝓢 ) ﹕ in a secret relationship with your “enemy”

──── enhypen hyung line x f ! r ╱ ⌕ est. but secret relationship, workplace / co-workers au, fluff, comfort ( ? ) ∿ w. petnames, rude co-worker + mention of blood in sunghoon’s ( nothing graphic ) wc. 1.6K+ ( 1645 ) ｡ ｡ might need to make jey into my top 5 bc i love this song 😆

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LEE HEESEUNG

“You’ll be working with…Lee Heeseung,” your supervisor said to you during a team meeting, unknowingly dropping a bombshell. It left your co-workers to exchange nervous glances around the room. Everyone knew you and Heeseung were practically sworn enemies, your relentless competitiveness with each other being the worst-kept secret in the office.

“So, go sit with your partner and start working on a new proposal,” your supervisor wrapped up the meeting, leaving everyone to scramble around to switch seats.

You chose to stay put, looking extremely disinterested as Heeseung was making his way over to the empty seat next to you. As you glanced at him, he seemed to wear the same look too as he sat down.

He scooted his chair closer to you, opening up his laptop. “Let’s work on this project with no hiccups, alright?” he says, his voice loud enough for others to hear.

To everyone else, you two were like oil and water—certainly not a good pair in other people’s eyes. What your co-workers didn’t know, however, was how Heeseung sneakily chose to get closer to intertwine his hands with yours under the table.

You subtly squeezed his hand back, both of you trying—and failing—to suppress the smiles threatening to creep onto your faces.

They certainly didn’t know how good of a pair you two could be.

PARK JONGSEONG

“Oh come on, you’re avoiding me even when we’re alone now?” Jay teased after trying to get your attention for the past few minutes. “It was just an act, I promise.”

You didn't even look up from your screen. “Suddenly sending me spam emails at once in front of our co-worker, and telling me I can’t delete them because one of them has important project details…” You tried to grit your teeth to hold back your frustration, but the words still slipped out. “And now I have to go through every single one of these with the same titles but blank emails? That’s a bit mean, don’t you think?”

"People were getting suspicious," he said, rolling his chair closer to you, only for you to shove it away with your leg. He just smirked, clearly amused by your reaction. "They said I’ve been too ‘normal’... or I guess, too nice to you lately."

“Well, I rather have a nice boyfriend right now, instead of him watching me go through these emails,” you huffed, your eyes still fixed on the screen. “You could at least share me another copy of it or just tell me now if it’s actually anything important.”

“I would think it’s rather important,” Jay replied, drawing out the last word in a teasing sing-song tone.

Finally, you glanced over at him, your frustration barely contained. He wore a small but sly smirk, his eyebrows slightly raised, clearly waiting to see what you’d do next.

“Are you going to tell me?” you asked, not sure whether to be more annoyed or curious.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to those emails for that?” He said, causing you to abruptly spin around, with your eyes glued once again.

“You’re really mean,” you said, thinking of the plan to ignore him once again.

He lightly chuckled, getting up from his chair and walking behind you. His hand rested on the back of your chair, and you felt a familiar warmth when his other hand slid over yours on the mouse.

“It’s this one,” he whispered close to your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You jolted slightly, turning to face him, eyes wide in surprise as his heartwarming smile spread across his face. “Why don’t you read it?”

You cleared your throat, your fingers lingering on the mouse as you clicked on the email. But there were no project details—just a simple message:

“Let’s go to the place you’ve always wanted to go to?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You quickly turned to face Jay, lips parted in surprise as you watched his eyes light up, clearly waiting for your reaction.

“So, what do you say?” Jay crouched down to your level, holding your hand gently.

“Let’s go on a date?”

SIM JAEYUN

"Do you not know how to do a single thing?" you asked in disbelief, flipping through the “messy” weekly report Jake had written.

"Are you seriously trying to criticize my work right now?" Jake shot back, his voice sharp enough to make heads turn outside the break room.

He stepped closer, reaching for the paper in your hand. His brows furrowed, and his expression hardened, his frustration clear as he tilted his head to meet your gaze.

“Do you think you’re my bos—” Jake stopped mid-sentence, his ears perking at the sound of hurried footsteps outside. His eyes darted to the window of the door, catching a glimpse of a group of people quickly scurrying away. He walked closer, double checking to make sure everyone was out of sight.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, his serious demeanor melted in an instant. He turned back to you with a cheeky grin, a sight you started to get familiar with. Without hesitation, he crossed the room to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Not at work, babe,” you said as you nudged him away from you, although you still wanted to be in his embrace. His pouty expression had you lightly chuckling as his hands stayed firmly on your hips.

“Are you really the same person a minute ago?” you teased, wondering how your boyfriend was able to change expressions that quick.

“Is my acting that good?” Jake asked, his grin growing even wider, his pride written all over his face.

"A little too good," you admitted with a small laugh, your fingers tracing gentle circles over his knuckles. "I wonder what you were going to say next? Do I think I'm your... what?"

“Boss,” he clarified where he had left off from, his tone softening as he added, “and we both know that’s not what you are.”

“So, what am I?”

“I think you’re my girl,” he said confidently, but then he quickly shook his head. “Scratch that—I know that you’re my girl.”

PARK SUNGHOON

“And… Y/N,” your co-worker trailed off, his tone suddenly sharp as he glanced over your report. The air in the room grew heavy, and an uneasy silence filled the space. “You’ve done better work than this.”

The sound of a pin dropping could have echoed in the room. All eyes shifted to you as heat rose to your face. Your own gaze flickered from the report in his hands to the floor, shame creeping in.

“Are you going to say anything?” he pressed.

“I’m sorry…” you managed to mumble, your voice barely audible.

“That’s it?” His tone grew harsher, and your eyes darted back to him, surprised by the sound in his voice. “Aren’t you going to reassure us that you’ll do better next time?”

“I…” You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself, but the sting from the broken skin sent a jolt through you.

“I don’t know why you’ve been so—“

“If you don’t mind letting her finish her sentence instead of acting like a jerk, that would be greatly appreciated,” Sunghoon’s voice cut him off, making everyone turn toward him.

You blinked, shocked to hear him speak up for you. The whispers started immediately—no one expected Sunghoon to defend you, not given your so-called “bad terms.”

“Instead of giving her constructive criticism, you’re just trying to tear her down,” Sunghoon continued, his voice calm but serious. He picked up a copy of one of the very reports laid out, flipping through it with sharp precision. “And honestly, I don’t think you’re in any position to talk about anyone else’s work.”

“Excuse me?” The co-worker looked both offended and startled.

“When was the last time our supervisor called your report anything more than average?”

The room filled with hushed murmurs, and you saw the co-worker’s face turn red. He fired back, “Why are you defending her? Aren’t you two supposed to hate each other?”

Sunghoon leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. “Should I just leave my morals because of some petty label people decided to put on us? I won’t stand by while you talk to her like that.”

“You two clearly have something going on—” the man started, pointing an accusatory finger at both of you, only to stop mid-sentence when Sunghoon suddenly scraped his chair against the floor and stood up.

The entire room fell silent as Sunghoon grabbed your arm, his touch firm but not forceful. Without a word, you stood as well, letting him guide you toward the door.

“If you’ll excuse us both,” Sunghoon said, his voice having an unmistakable edge, “call us back when this team can manage a respectful meeting.”

The door shut firmly behind you, muffling the chaos of the room. Sunghoon immediately turned to you, his hands gently cupping your face.

“You’re bleeding,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lip with tenderness. You winced slightly, and he frowned. “I’ll get you some ointment.”

“Hoon, you didn’t have to do that…” you said softly.

He shook his head, his hands still framing your face. “Come on, even if everyone thinks we’re enemies, I wasn’t going to just sit there and let someone treat my girlfriend like that. And I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner. I didn’t think that jerk would keep going like that.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you smiled up at him. “He’s always been like that. I’ve just dealt with it for so long.”

“Well, you don’t have to anymore,” Sunghoon said firmly, his hands moving to gently hold your arms. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “Regardless of what people think or what they call us, I’ll stand up for you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

‘💬’ ─── this was supposed to be an 0t7 work but i started blanking out 😖 but hey first hyung line work !!

[coralinnii]

Can I please request Cater, Ace, Deuce and Epel helping you after a rough break up (with someone else, not them)?

‧₊˚✧ Let me love you until you love yourself ‧₊˚✧

↳ Helping you after a rough breakup 

feat: Cater ❋ Ace ❋ Deuce ❋ Epel genre: hurt/comfort note: no pronouns were used with the reader, reader is implied to be Yuu!reader, depictions of toxic relationships, implications of violence,

Similar prompt: finding out you got brutally rejected

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You see, Cater already had a suspicion that your boyfriend wasn’t the greatest pick. Years of listening to his older sisters talk about red flags to look out has honed his sixth sense about these kind of stuff.

But what was he supposed to tell you? He’s not going to just barge into your relationship and tell you that he feels some off vibes about your man. All he could do was be there for you when you needed an ear to hear you out. 

But he started to notice that you were less like yourself as the relationship went on. Your Magicam account wasn’t as active and soon even your close friends weren’t sure when was the last time you hung out with them. Cater could only catch you in class or with your glaring boyfriend clinging to you. 

Your relationship finally hit an ugly crescendo when your boyfriend publicly humiliated you and ended things in the open hallway. The reason Cater learned was because you wanted to go out with your friends again, even if he didn’t want to. 

Night Raven College has a knack for choosing students with rather vindictive personalities and no matter how subtle it is, Cater is no different. The sociable redhead may not always be the type to step up to lead or start something, but he is more than willing to teach a tactless underclassman a lesson on respect.

It doesn’t matter which dorm your ex is from since the extrovert Cater has friends and contacts of all the Housewardens, vice Housewardens and other notable students with authority. Call it his privilege for his chatty nature and years on this large campus.

With a charming set of words and implications from the smooth-talking Cater, most of them picked up the hint that a certain jerk needed some well-deserved punishment. For disgracing the dorm’s dignity, they all claimed. 

With the personified ick dealt with, all of Cater’s attention is on you. The versatile upperclassman can be anything you need in your time of healing. Cafe dates, unhinged frustration venting, screaming karaoke sessions with a chill support group (an exclusive privilege courtesy of the Pop Music Club), or a judgeless crying session as he held you together both metaphorically and literally. 

The screaming karaoke and dessert binging was fun and all, but the feeling of Cater’s warm hands as he gently rubbed your back as you hiccuped through your tears was a healing moment that left you raw but appreciative. 

Perhaps there was a little bit of guilt, or even something deeper within his heart for you, but as he wrapped his arms around you closer whilst you fell asleep in comfort, Cater thought to himself to protect you from something like this for as long as he can stay with you, for as long as he could do to stay with you.

“Hey now, no tears. Cay-Cay to the rescue!” 

Oh he hated your ex from day 1. No, it wasn’t because of his personal feelings for you, it was just literally everything about that jerk. At every chance, Ace would snidely comment and jeer the as*hole. The only reason he would stop was if you personally asked him to get along with him. 

“Tch. Fine, I guess” 

So Ace is a liar, but at least he’s a good actor. He’s willing to smile and laugh but he never lets the suspicious feeling fade. 

That suspicion quickly became rage when Grim told him that jerk of yours broke up with you over text. 

Turns out your (ex) boyfriend was dating you in hopes to catch the attention of a crush from his hometown, sending pictures in hopes to stir up some jealousy. Questions became screaming matches in your room and soon you were left a broken mess alone in your bedroom.

When Ace knocked on your door sometime later, you saw him in a familiar heart-shaped collar which wasn’t a surprising image. Without saying much, all Ace offered as a vague explanation was that he got into a fight with some jerk student.

As Ace was getting comfortable on your sofa, Cater later texted you, giving full details of what happened. Turns out the “jerk student” was your ex who was running his mouth oh how you were crazy and unbearable out in the courtyard, where Ace was passing by.

“Riddle is pretty pissed right now. Ace just went crazy on him and wouldn’t let up until we pulled him away. But still, be kind to him, k? He had good intentions.” 

Sitting together on the sofa, the two of you made quite an interesting image. Your eyes were red with wet tracks all over your face from crying while Ace had swollen patches of blue and black on his normally boyishly charming face. 

You broke the tension. “You didn’t need to do that, you know.” 

Ace brushed your words off. “What are you talking about? I did it for me. That dude always rubbed me the wrong way.” 

Ace is a liar, but strangely you didn’t mind it when he did it.

“Just so we’re clear, I didn’t do it for you. Alright? Good, so don’t go thinking too deep into it…”

A model student would support all of his peers, Deuce convinced himself. It was why he kept himself from just straight-up wrecking this punk that you found yourself dating. But Deuce trusts you. Maybe Deuce’s misjudging him since he can’t imagine you falling for someone beneath you, and he assumed that despite how he feels about your partner, this dude wouldn’t be stupid enough to not treat you good. 

But unbeknownst to Deuce, arguments were common in your relationship with your insecure partner. From complaining that you don’t spend time with him (um, because you were busy saving your friends from overblot?) to outright blaming you for emasculating him in his own relationship because of your popularity in school for your accomplishments. 

The breakup itself was honestly anti-climatic, and everyone could see it from a while away so it came to the surprise of no one. 

It was the aftermath of all of the arguments with your ex that truly hurt you. What was once a source of pride to you became reasons of your anxiety as you wondered if your ex held truth in his accusations. 

“You think you’re perfect ‘cause you’re doing a little better than me? Get over your high horse, you pretentious b-“

“Are you ok?” Deuce’s voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts, bringing you back to the library where you were helping Deuce with a subject he was failing. 

You tried smiling but Deuce noticed the tenseness of your features and try asking once more, which led you to ultimately voicing your worries. 

“Maybe I was being too boastful, I shouldn’t just talk about me- Wait, Deuce?!” 

You managed to catch Deuce by the hem of his sleeve before flinching at the sight of the glaring rage in Deuce’s fiery eyes. 

“Where is that no-good coward! That punk’s getting what's coming to him!” 

It took some time (and getting kicked out from the library) for Deuce to finally settle his rage. Still, he was muttering some choice words to describe your ex which made you chuckle just a little. You wanted the breakup to be civil and simply pass as an unpleasant memory but you admit that seeing someone get mad for your sake was…nice. Almost heart-warming, really.

Suddenly, Deuce turned to face you. Back straight and his strong fist firmly pressed to his chest, Deuce looked to you with pure honesty as he promised to protect you from your worthless ex with everything he’s got. 

It took you quite some time to admit that when Deuce made that promise, you felt your heart skip a beat. 

“If anyone gives you grief for that, just ignore 'em. Let me handle them, I’m pretty strong.”

Romance honestly flies over Epel’s head. Afterall, the relationships he’s seen are his town’s couples who've been married for decades with kids all grown up, and the ones he’s seen in films and books. All he knew was, if you like someone and you’re dating them, you should be counting yer lucky stars and make sure you treat them right.

So, imagine the genuine look of surprise on his face when his dormmates whispered rumors that you were caught in an ugly argument with your boyfriend, with accusations that your man was actually cheating with someone supposedly prettier than you. 

Now, imagine his unbridled rage when Epel found that it was true. Your ex-boyfriend apparently held high expectations of himself and the partners he deemed to be worthy by his side. While he settled for you, he was looking around for another companion that “best suits his standards” as he said. 

It took a strict scolding and promise of harsh reprimanding from Vil to calm the young freshman down as his hometown habits rushed back to him. How he wanted to give that no-good son of a backyard mutt a mighty beating for what he did to you.

Instead, Vil suggested that Epel rather hit him where it would really hurt for unsavory fellows like him, through his pride. 

“If he thought he was better off with someone that “best suits his standards” as he put it, try proving to him he ended up with what he deserved. ” 

After deciphering what Vil meant, Epel used his noggin to hurt your ex where it really hurts. No longer was he the runt of a small village, but a man with various connections and skills to get a leg over his enemies. 

With his persistence, he convinced his Spelldrive captain, Leona to sit with you during lunch, and have the Vil Schoenheit spoil you with high-end gifts in public. With the attention of the most famous students showing you favor, everyone in NRC whispered and commented on who really won in the breakup. 

“He cheated while dating someone like that? What a mistake.” 

Behind his soft expression, Epel mentally smirked at the plummeting image of the man who prioritized fame over love. "You darn right a mistake it was, he thought.

In the entire time Epel treated you like the most important person on campus…in public at least.

In the privacy of your dormroom, you worked hard in holding in your laughter as Epel swore up a storm like a drunken sailor about the worthless ex of yours. Like Vil, it’ll be up to you to make sure he won’t go off picking a fight with your ex. 

Still, there was something undeniably true to Epel’s character to defend your honor, however he does it. 

“I ain’t too good at these sneaky schemes, but you gotta admit I got ‘im real good. Don’t cha think?”

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Dragon Riders Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐲 — lady l: this turned out longer than I expected, but that's ok. I'm rewatching Race to the Edge and I ended up thinking about this. Hope you like it! 💛💜

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, unhealthy platonic relationships, mention of death and implicit torture.

❝🐲pairing: platonic yandere!dragon riders x gender neutral!reader, platonic yandere!dragons x gender neutral!reader.

How you met the Dragon Riders may depend. Maybe you were from Berk and grew up alongside them and thus became one of them. Or maybe you were from a far away place and met them by chance. Regardless of how you met them, you became part of the group immediately.

Hiccup was interested in you and invited you to become part of the Dragon Riders and his friends fully agreed with their leader. You were warmly welcomed and your members and dragons became close to you quickly.

Having your own dragon yourself, you had some fighting experience and knew how to deal with these beasts. So, you agreed to become part of the Dragon Riders and that was the beginning of their obsession.

Hiccup is the leader and is very fair, he has always known how to deal with everything his way and it has always worked out. He is gentle and protective, sometimes becoming suffocating. He just wants to make sure you're okay, always hovering over you and making sure you're happy and safe.

He's fair, but when it comes to you, that disappears quickly. Gods forbid if anything happened to you, he would be ruthless. You can break all the rules and you will get away with anything, Hiccup would never punish you. He is very soft to you and only you.

Toothless is an incredibly intelligent dragon, similar in many ways to his rider. He clung to you the same way his best friend did. It's very common to see him seconding you around, imitating you and just being protective. Toothless will live up to his title as "the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself" when it comes to protecting those he loves. And he loves you.

Very affectionate too, he loves receiving affection from you, lying on your lap, or letting you rub his scales. You swear you hear the dragon purring when you do this. Toothless would love to take you flying with him and Hiccup. Just the three of you.

Astrid was more suspicious at first, wary when you became part of the group, but soon all the mistrust and suspicion she had disappeared as she warmed up to you. She is extremely strong and takes what she wants and Astrid will have no problem taking you for herself as well.

She will love teaching you how to fight and practicing with you is one of her favorite things to do with you. Astrid is very possessive of you and tends to fight with anyone who spends more time than she would like with you. She will have no qualms about killing anyone who poses a threat to you.

Stormfly is very intelligent and protective, very reminiscent of her rider's characteristics. She's not that affectionate, but she shows her affection for you in more subtle ways, like gently bumping her head on your shoulder and allowing you to stroke her tail.

She likes it when you feed her chicken or play with her, as a form of training. Stormfly would never hurt you, however, it is quite common to see her burying you under the snow as a joke.

Fishlegs is extremely intelligent and uses this to his advantage, his limitless knowledge of dragons, science and history makes him very insightful. He was the second, after his leader, to warmly welcome you into the group, pulling you into a loving hug.

He is not that demanding of your attention, but he appreciates the moments you spend together. He would love to teach you all about dragons and meditate with you. He's a real teddy bear, a friend and you know you can trust him with anything. Fishlegs is the kindest of them all and would never inflict harm on anyone, at least not physically.

Meatlug is an especially affectionate and needy dragon, always wanting to receive as much affection and attention as she can get from you and her rider.

She is very gentle and likes to have her belly rubbed, usually lying down in front of you with her belly up to receive pets. Meatlug is very calm and would hardly hurt anyone unless it poses a risk to you or Fishlegs.

The twins are a double package, when one becomes obsessed, the other does too. It doesn't matter which one of them became attached to you first, as they will fight about it and claim you for each other. Tuffnut and Ruffnut are always fighting for your attention and often end up forgetting about other things when they are fighting over you.

But once they both learn to share better, the fights will lessen and they will spend more time by your side. They demand a lot from you, wanting you to participate in their games and stay with them. Tuffnut and Ruffnut will have no problem fighting or killing anyone for you.

Barf and Belch are just like their riders, one body, two heads, and two brains. They are quite playful and like to scare you sometimes, but they are quite protective and will protect you with their lives if necessary.

They are different dragons, despite sharing the same body, and they act differently sometimes. Barf is calmer while Belch likes to mess with you. They are quite affectionate and like to rub their heads against yours as a form of affection.

Snotlout is the very definition of chaos and a difficult Viking to deal with. He accepted you with open arms, smiling at you and his eyes shining. He is very explosive and difficult to deal with at times, occasionally leading him to do stupid things that are fixed by his friends.

He is very close to you and acts kindly way, although he always flirts with you. Snotlout is quite protective and will kill and deal with anyone who dares to harm you. His anger is not to be taken lightly. He constantly gets into fights with the other riders over you.

Hookfang is essentially the version of his rider in a draconic form, the debauchery and bad mood have been with him for a long time. He is quite calm around you, sometimes poking you and asking for affection but nothing exaggerated. He is not a needy dragon, but he likes to receive your attention sometimes.

He is less close to you, but Hookfang protects you with claws and fire, his body igniting when a threat is close to you. He will have no problem burning alive anyone who threatens you, always with the consent of his rider.

Everyone is incredibly protective of you and will protect you from any situation. Especially when it involves a fight with the Dragon Hunters. They can't risk you getting hurt. If something were to happen to you, they will be ruthless and cruel. No one can mess with one of them without paying the consequences.

Becoming a Dragon Rider was a good thing for you, not only did you make friends for life, but an overprotective family that will not allow any harm to be done to you. Loyalty between you is the main trait you all share and there is nothing they won't do for you.

[azrakaban]

Mattheo Riddle Headcanons Pt 2

A/N: This part is solely focused on how Mattheo would be with kids! My own interpretation, you may disagree, if you do oh well, too bad <3

Names mentioned, change if you want <3 (I picked relatively rare names to make it easier)

- Girls: Aella, Enya, Callie (2 & 1/2, 5, 8)

- Okay starting off strong, I'm a firm believer that this man is terrified of children. They're like small curious little balls and he's scared. Can't explain it. They're so easily harmable.

- But imagine you've been dating a year or so and he's chill with you, obviously children haven't come up, and you haven't engaged with any, besides the First Years, which are basically just small irritating puppies.

- But then you want him to meet your family. And he's great, happy to do that... then you mention your little sisters. Oh god.

- Trying not to cry honestly, he's scared for his life. Kids are so invasive.

- But he loves you so he'd go along with it, albeit nervously.

MATTHEO RIDDLE WITH YOUR SISTERS

- Okay so it's all fine, you turn up and your parents are greeting him, but then the kids spawn in out of nowhere.

- "Y/N! ENYA STOLE MY DOLL!" Your little sister Callie says, glaring at her twin.

- Imagine him immediately slightly tensing, before you laugh and help sort them out. (Turns out they have identical dolls, and got them confused.)

- They'll then turn to notice this weird, tall stranger who is clinging to their older sibling like bindweed.

- "Who are you?" Enya says suspiciously. Imagine him legitimately gulping and looking at you.

- "Enya, Callie, this is my boyfriend Mattheo. Say hi Mattheo."

- "Umm hi, Enya, Callie." He'd be so awkward, especially when he looks down and there's a small toddler clinging to his leg, little Aella. "And... a koala?"

- Callie giggles, triggering Aella to giggle, and then get the hiccups. Enya however, GLARING. "I'm not Enya. I'm Princess Enya." She emphasises, flicking her hair.

- He raises an eyebrow at you, then crouches down, careful not to dislodge Aella.

- "My most sincere apologies, Princess Enya. How can I make it up to you?" He looks up at you, checking he's doing the right thing.

- When you nod, he turns back as Enya delivers her sentence. "You must play knights and princesses with Callie. I am too tired. I will go and nap on the sofa. 14 steps is far too far to go to bed." (relatable)

- He's scared for a second, but follows Callie into the next room, her playroom.

- "So, am I the knight?" She gives him the DIRTIEST glare.

- "No silly, you're the Princess. You have long eyelashes." She says like it's obvious.

- Mattheo glances to the door, but you've abandoned him in favour of yapping with your parents.

- Imagine u come back later in the day and he's fully dressed up as a princess, with a tutu magically enlarged for him, and a plastic tiara. He's got kids eyeshadow on, and he's playing with your sister amazingly.

- His voice is all high for the princess, and Callie is having the time of her life.

- You obviously get a picture in because HELLO?

- never ever let that go 🙏

- imagine him having a conversation with Callie about you that one of your parents overhears.

- "Do you want to marry y/n?"

- "Umm, maybe. I want whatever y/n wants, I just want them to be happy, okay Callie? Can you keep that a secret?" He raises an eyebrow.

- Callie rolls her eyes. "Boring."

- then your girl goes back to playing with her toys because honestly he's not interesting if he's not being a princess.

- By the end of ur time at home he's chill with your siblings, and realises that kids aren't as scary as he thought.

- he's less scared of kids now to say the least <333

edits made by me - do u guys think I could make it as an editor 🤔 (joking i swear)

[spdrvyn]

out and about: MIGUEL O'HARA

a short drabble about miguel making time to go on a shopping spree with you in a newly opened mall, however you can't help but feel a little shopper's guilt while he's there.

it's been a busy last couple of months to say the least, miguel hadn't been on a proper date with you for a while. you said that you were doing just fine, but he always had a sixth sense about this.

besides, while he was tending to his job of being a multiversal protector, he's neglected his other (and arguably more important) job. being a supportive and present boyfriend.

he forced himself to clear his calendar, turned on DND mode on all of his devices for once, and got into something that wasn't a skin tight nanotech suit. you'd been overjoyed to discover that miguel had stayed home today, moreso when he told you to get ready because he'd be taking you to the mall to buy a couple of things.

a couple of things was an understatement.

whenever you kept your eyes too long on a certain shop, miguel would usher you in to look around a little. if you so much as touched an item, miguel would already be at the cashier and buying it for you. it went on like that for the entire trip.

bag upon bag hung onto miguel's arms, yet he didn't even seem to struggle. it was attractive, but made you all the more guilty because what if he wasn't actually enjoying this? sure, he brought some items along with you, but what if those purchases were to just spare your feelings?

not to mention that the mall was practically colossal in size. if you said that you wanted to go home, miguel would be thinking that he'd done something wrong. that would be even worse. to add on, you haven't even checked if this place had a book store and miguel knows well that you can't leave a mall without taking a peak which would make him even more suspicious.

you also had to stop at a cafe every now and again to let your throbbing legs rest from walking around the whole time, miguel probably had more weighing on his back. you despised the fact that you were stealing his precious time, you couldn't begin to imagine what could be happening back at his workplace without him. would those people manage to survive? would the multiverse survive?

after visiting the last shop of the day, you were relieved to finally have an excuse to tell him that you were tired and wanted to go back home. miguel understood that, but your silence the whole car ride back was deafening. he thought for sure that this would mean a lot to you, the mall felt tailored to your interests, you'd bought a lot.

why weren't you happy?

what did he do wrong?

you insisted on helping him bring the bags back in, which he indulged you to. after setting them all back into the flat, it was already dark. miguel assisted you in unboxing everything you bought, which you did with a sullen look on your face. especially when you were done, looking over all the unwrapped items, how your pile was so much bigger than his. it could bring you to tears. and it did.

as miguel wrapped an arm around you, he felt it. the slight shiver in your shoulders, the muffled hiccup, and the glossiness on your eyes. worry settled in his features, he pulled you closer to him. "hey, hey. what's wrong? you don't like the stuff i—"

you burst into a fit of sobs, face going red and eyes puffed. you desperately tried to wipe away the tears that streamed down, as you whimpered. "i love it, miguel! i love it so much, but- it's just–"

god, he hated seeing you like this. not because you looked ugly crying or because he found it annoying but because of his incompetence. he had one fucking job, way simpler than whatever he did at work. to make you happy, to make you content, this wasn't what he wanted.

"don't cry, please. i'm sorry, lo siento, por favor. baby, if there is anything else i can do for you, i'll do it."

"that's the thing! you've already done so much for me today, you're so– so nice, too nice, that- that i don't know how to give it back."

your crying had eased a little, miguel's face had softened. he's been trying compensate for how little he's been giving you, that's all, but he didn't think about how you are. maybe he's been too nice recently, but you're too nice all the time.

"you don't have to give anythig i do back, mi vida," he sighed as he moved his hands to cup your cheeks, thumbs rubbing the fat of your cheek as your remaining tears smeared across the skin. "just you being here is enough, it's just that i've been— a little absent lately. i wanted to make it up to you."

"you didn't have to do that, miguel. just you being here is enough for me too." you sniffled. god, you were too adorable for him to take at times. he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to the bridge of your nose, to each of your cheeks, then moving down to press one quickly to your lips.

"let's just do that then," he murmured, "be with each other. s'all i need, all i want." and you agreed. wholeheartedly so.

dividers by across-the-art-verse

[soapoet]

How do they express jealousy?

requested by anon.

like & rb if it resonates ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: Gives you hell by All-American rejects

You might not expect this person to be as vulnerable and sensitive as they are. They appear very sure of themselves, may even have quite an intimidating presence, and don't let their emotions show externally. Until they are behind closed doors with their trusted allies, that is. When it is safe for them to break, they collapse. Jealousy is a feeling they are well acquainted with, and theirs is a battle between life and death. They hold trust and loyalty in high regard, and any slight against it done on purpose is met with an instantaneous crumbling of the tower where they keep and guard their beloved. They grow suspicious and anxious, and can delude themselves in finding enemies everywhere.

They grow resentful and begin a horrid cycle festering resentment and desperation to not lose their partner. They love you, they hate you, they deserve better, they deserve to suffer. And so it goes, round and round, and the wound is one only time can heal, but the scar will mark them forever. They can forgive, but never forget. Even if disaster is avoided and things go back to normal, the betrayal will forever haunt them and any future hiccup will make them suspicious or immediately be brought back to the past, and they will succumb to the fear of abandonment once more.

Without purposeful attempts to make them jealous, they are still akin a wolf guarding their territory. They keep a watchful eye for any potential threats and hold their partner extra close or go out of their way to showcase their commitment to their partner and their partner's commitment to them, often whilst staring threats dead in the eyes as an intimidation tactic and a way to silently yell "back off". I would sincerely advise everyone to never play games with their partners, but especially this one, as they've known the pain of neglect and betrayal closely throughout their life, and have unhealed wounds all across their aching heart and the damage you could do would never again heal and the commitment would bleed out to its inevitable end without mercy.

02.

Shufflemancy: Lost on you by LP

This person has a rather straightforward relationship with jealousy. Though they do not easily fall prey to it, if caught, they tend to spiral into a desperate act of self-improvement. Convinced that their tinge of jealousy is evidence of lack in them, they raise the standards they hold for themselves to even greater heights. Tunnel vision keeps them from seeing anything clearly and they hyper focus on their attempts to measure up to the perceived bar suddenly raised out of their reach. Because to them, jealousy so easily means they are not good enough, and as somebody already at war with perfection, they do not take it lightly.

Whether their jealousy is triggered on purpose or arise naturally, they instantly find themselves at a crossroads, and must choose which way to go. The strict duality of their mind in these situations keeps them from seeing the path which lies between the two, and they only debate between proving their worth or accepting defeat, wiping their tears as they take the road which strays from the one aligned with their partner.

They can appear quite cold when they simply choose to give up, as though the river of love suddenly runs dry and they decide that it, to them, is objectively the best to cut you or them loose when the two of you are hanging off a cliff and either one of you must let go. Even if they are upset they remain calm on the surface and do what they think is right. Behind them may lie many shipwrecks they abandoned when the leak appeared much too difficult to mend.

03.

Shufflemancy: Sinner by Trevi Moran

Oh boy. They will not openly admit to jealousy, but will meticulously eradicate any threat as though they're pest control. Few things get under their skin as they are at least outwardly very secure in their own self-worth and simply dish out stupid prizes to those who dare play stupid games. For some, however, I must say that they may actually hold themselves in this high regard and play the role of somebody big and strong as a ruse because they deeply fear the fall from their throne.

They could easily flip the script or rewrite it on the spot, altering the play in their favour. When slighted they quickly make sure the whole audience gets on their side and point and laugh at whoever triggered jealousy in them, now the villain of the tale they get to tell. Depending on how delicate the situation is they may instead move in the shadows and whisper in enough ears and shake enough hands to assure the eventual downfall and demise of whoever dared challenge them and their partnership.

I won't lie, for some of you I'd advise that you err on the side of caution because this can easily become toxic. They're very protective and may worship you and keep you safe from the wolves, but some can easily slip into maddening possessiveness, which is unhealthy. Their jealousy, although kept under lock and key, shows itself in a very cold, unaffected way which can be quite jarring to witness as their eyes feel hallow and suddenly speak to you as though you're a complete stranger. The worst of them may very well have angry outbursts when pushed too far and I hope you know you deserve better than that.

04.

Shufflemancy: Fred Astaire by Ghost the jukebox

This sure is somebody you may even feel outright compelled to attempt to make jealous, because they appear so unbothered and nonchalant as though they have no care in the world. And that is the truth of the matter, because from their perspective you are either commited to them, or you're not. They trust their partner to not play with them or allow any advances from others, and if that trust is broken then c'est la vie.

For some, this apparent lack of jealousy altogether can mean that they are open to non-monogamy, whether or not they themselves are interested in opening the relationship for their own sake. As an example, they could be open to their partner seeking fulfillment of needs they cannot tend to themselves. They are a good communicator and live by and follow whichever boundaries and rules have been set in their relationship and may be open to change should their partner have any suggestions. I wouldn't really fear unfaithfulness with this person solely due to how easy-going yet frank and honest they are.

If anything, instead of jealousy this person could quite literally suggest you chat somebody up, and their inquiries about other people some would be concerned about seem genuinely curious and are without malice or suspicion. They're trusting, though some of their loved ones may call them naive and wonder when the day will come that they get hurt as they don't quite understand this person's simple views. It's reminiscent of the time Aladdin said "do you trust me?" because to this person you or they either do or don't and that's that.

05.

Shufflemancy: Style by Taylor Swift

This person seems to have very little to worry about and seem sure in their own worth. So much so, in fact, that they may use jealousy as fuel for passion. They could feel excited and amused by jealousy as though it is a challenge for them demanding they rise to the occasion and prove just how worthy they are and claim their partner as theirs time and time again so that they may never stray.

They tread cautiously the fine line between playful and damaging, pushing the envelope in search of the sweet spot that triggers just enough anger to provide some friction. One need not worry much of their true intentions as there appears to be a permanent glint in their eyes full of lighthearted mischief as they simply desire for you as their partner to show them that desire earnestly, just the same as they do for you when you too decide to play little games to see the chemical reaction which follows.

It really does take outright betrayal for them to reach damaging levels of jealousy, at which point they don't go out quietly and make sure their feelings are known. Just to be sure the two of you are simply playing, they may inquire more candidly about the people around you or openly question their intentions, as though they are so very playful and appreciate the fun and games they are also a little territorial and need it known by all that the two of you are spoken for.

06.

Shufflemancy: Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

Easily distraught, this person sinks fast and deep to the very bottom of the depths of agony when they feel jealous. They struggle with their worth and have an intense fear of abandonment which leads them down dark paths in their mind as they begin a search of how or why they do or do not deserve love and commitment. There in the depths of their undoing they easily come to find that rock bottom has a basement, which they crawl into to hide away in the assumption that what is theirs will be taken away and if what is theirs is going at their own accord they must then be flawed and wholly unworthy after all.

Their primary means of showing their jealousy is withdrawal, as they have trouble voicing these vulnerable feelings or may simply not know the right words to use to express themselves clearly. They may even fear that expressing jealousy will only make matters worse or invite retaliation of some kind, and thus say nothing at all, which invites resentment to fester.

Jealousy mortally wounds them, and I'd never encourage anybody to play games with people to begin with, but certainly not somebody so frail and fearful. This is somebody who would step in front of bullets for their loved ones, so any chance that those same people, and especially you, their partner, would in essence be the one to pull the trigger would truly destroy them.

[solomams]

12. Haunting

Prompt list by @obeymetournaments !!

Mammon and my mc Paula holding each other after waking up from nightmares. That day haunts each of them.

Drabble under the cut. Spoilers for OG OM lesson 16. Mentions of death.

Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe.

"Mammon," She tries to call out, but nothing comes out. Her vision is blurry and dark.

She can make out a cow print pattern. Fangs. Hear laughter, gleeful and loud.

Her weak attempts to claw at her attacker's arm do nothing. Her movements are getting sluggish.

Not like this, not like this.

I don't want to die. I'm afraid.

Mammon.

That's her last conscious thought before her vision gives out. In the next moment, she feels herself being cradled against someone's chest.

She feels warmth against her face and neck. Moving is impossible. Every inch of her body hurts.

She can hear someone begging, pleading, bargaining. Who..?

"Paula, Paula, please. C'mon, hold on for me, ya? Do that for Mammon. I'll fix this, I promise-"

"Mmnf..?"

"Shh, shh, I'm here, I'm here, I got ya. J-Just hold on, okay?"

Blinking is practically impossible, yet she manages. She can make out white hair, tan skin, and her favorite shade of blue. Paula smiles. Tries, at least.

Mammon hiccups, unable to hold back the sob as he brushes her hair away from her face. It's matted and clumped now. His smile back is strained.

It's hard to keep her eyes open, let alone keep them focused. The room feels like it's spinning. Is it spinning? She can't tell anymore.

Her ribs protest with every breath she takes. There's a subtle wheezing sound. Is that her?

She wonders why Mammon looks so worried now. His mouth is moving but she can't hear a thing. She can't keep her eyes open anymore.

Sorry. She tries to say. She doesn't get to find out if she was successful, because in an instant, she's scrambling to sit up in her bed.

Bed. Room. Tree. Lanterns. Blanket.

Paula grasps at her own neck as she takes in lungfuls of air. She can feel herself trembling.

"Nightmare. Not real, not real," She wheezes to herself. Table. Vines. Window. Focus, focus, focus. Bedroom. Safe.

Safe?

She rolls onto the floor in a mess of pillows and blankets, and it takes everything in her to stand up and stagger towards the door.

Door. Metal. Cold. Focus. It wasn't real.

She doesn't know when she started crying, but she can feel the tears on her cheeks. Blurring her vision as she uses the wall as a guide.

Wood. Smooth. Left foot. Right foot. Keep going. How she survives the stairs, she won't question miracles.

Once at the top, a glance up has her almost tripping over her own feet. A figure at the opposite end of the hall, frozen in place.

"Paula?" A voice croaks. Timid and in disbelief.

Mammon? Mammon Mammon Mammon. Safety.

She takes a step or two towards him, but he covers the distance between them in no time. One second she's about to collapse, the next she's being squeezed to death. Figuratively this time. She stiffens up all the same.

"M-Mammon?" Paula says, seeking confirmation for what she already knows. Hearing it helps as much. Warm. Strong. Cologne. Safe.

Safe. She's safe. She's sure she is. Relax.

"Here, I'm here, treasure," Mammon says, pressing his ear against her chest. Thumpthumpthump. Too fast, but there.

It takes her a moment, but Paula wraps her own arms around Mammon, burying her fingers in his hair. Soft. Fluffy. Shampoo that smells suspiciously like hers. She's not shaking anymore.

"Can I? P-please," Mammon fiddles with the end of her shirt. He needs to feel. Needs to check. Needs to make sure.

Paula nods after a moment. It's not the first time he's asked. Not the first time they've found each other like this. Maybe the third.

It's only the nights Lucifer makes them sleep in separate rooms. Usually if there's a quiz soon. Yet, they always end up in each other's bed by the end. More so now than ever.

Raking her shirt up once he has confirmation, he feels. Feels the lack of wounds, lack of scars, the warmth beneath his fingers. Presses his thumb into her side, making her squirm. She grips his hair tighter.

It's like a ritual at this point.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Still here..."

"Yeah, I'm still here..."

He rubs circles against her skin. She loosens her grip on his hair. Her heartbeat continues on. It doesn't stop, not for a moment.

"Real?" She murmurs, pausing to wipe away the last of her tears. Even rubbing away Mammon's.

"Real," Mammon confirms. It's as much for her as it is for him.

They stay like that for a while. Holding each other. Reminders and reassurances.

"Bed?" Paula mumbles, bringing it up first for once.

"Yeah. Let's go," Mammon says, reluctantly untangling himself. It's only temporary. By morning, it'll be hard to tell who begins here and who ends there.

Mammon blinks when she grabs his hand. Like he's her lifeline. But by the look she gives him, he might be. He wonders how much she relived tonight.

He decides not to push it. Only squeeze her hand back, and leads her back to her room. This time, they'll be together.

No more memories turned nightmares to haunt them.

But hopefully, one day they won't need each other to get past it. Hopefully, one day, that awful day will be but distant memories.

[glitterrosesnzz]

new snz oc fic cause why not

~

"Emberlyn... you can't go."

"Why not? I've been invited."

"It's a harvest festival."

"Yeah, and?"

Ci fixed Emberlyn with a disappointed stare- one that Emberlyn didn't think was physically possible for a cat to produce, even if said cat could talk. Emberlyn paused in the middle of placing another box of dog treats on the shelf he'd been stocking in order to stare back, determined.

The staredown in between them lasted for another few seconds before Emberlyn let out a sigh.

"C'mon, my hay allergy isn't that bad..." He said, "It'll be fine."

"Your identity will be outed within 15 seconds." Ci deadpanned, hopping down from the shelf they'd been perched on to the floor in order to circle around Emberlyn's feet. "Maybe even less than that."

"I have better control of myself than that. And why would you care about it?" Emberlyn crossed his arms, "In case you've forgotten, you've actively tried to compromise my identity before."

Ci muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'it wouldn't be any fun if people knew'. Emberlyn didn't get the chance to comment on it though, as Ci was already padding off around a corner, the cat vanishing out of sight.

Figuring the conversation was basically over, Emberlyn went back to stocking the shelves.

Only, six minutes later, the shelf above his head shook, and Emberlyn looked up to see Ci sitting there, a small amount of hay held in their mouth.

"...How did you get that?" As far as Emberlyn could recall, the door to the room where the hay for the rabbits in the pet store was kept was left closed. There should not have been any feasible way for a cat to get in there. Unfortunately, in thinking about how in the hell Ci had gotten in there, it did not occur to Emberlyn to actually move. Something Ci took advantage of as they let the hay drop from their mouth directly over top of him.

"Magic." They said, with zero other explanation. They watched with some mixture of boredom and anticipation as Emberlyn tried ineffectively to swat the hay away from his face.

"Hh...hEH-" Emberlyn's breath hitched, his body not even giving him the chance to try and hold back- "H'NTtshiew!! Hihh- hEH'SChh! Hih'NGxtu!!"

Emberlyn sniffled, rubbing at his nose. Ci layed down on the shelf, their tail swishing lazily.

"Your hair's still purple." They 'helpfully' informed him.

"I knohH- know, I'm k-keeping couhH'ESChhiew!!"

"Blonde."

"Hh'NTCHhiew!!"

"Purple."

"Hihh- hH'ESHhii!"

"Blonde again."

"HhEH'SHhiew!!"

"Purp- oh, the lights flickered with that one-"

"ShhH-shut up! HihH'TShhiew! Hh... hH-HIhH-" Emberlyn kept his hands cupped over his nose and mouth as he doubled over in another fit. "H'Ttshiew! HihH'SChhiew!! 'NTshh! Hh'EShh! HhEH'SHhiew! Hehh- hH'ESChhiew!!"

"...You done?" Ci asked, waiting until Emberlyn hesitantly nodded before they continued, "Well, you ended on blonde, at least. Do you get why you shouldn't go, now?"

Emberlyn silently nodded again, his hands still covering the lower half of his face. Ci tilted their head to the side a little, snickering as they noticed the faint sparks of electricity now appearing in short bursts around Emberlyn.

"What's wrong?" Ci asked, "...Cat got your tongue?"

"Stop tea--sing me, you kn--know exactly what's wro-hic!" Emberlyn visibly winced at the audible hiccup that escaped him, shrinking in on himself a bit as he tried to ignore the way Ci started outright laughing at him. "....I'm- I'm gonna go get some w--water before I electroc-hnk!... electrocute someo-hic!"

[stray-tickles]

Braiding

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“Why did I agree to this?”

“Beats me!” Eiffel said with a smile. “But you did!”

Minkowski groaned. “I regret it already.” It was her room. This was probably against some protocol or another, something about keeping professional relationships professional.

Eiffel chuckled, patting the space in front of him and crossing his legs. “Come on, Rapunzel.”

“Maybe I should just shave it all off.”

He laughed. “And you call me dramatic. Trust me, I’m actually not bad at this. Scout’s honour.”

She huffed, but sat in front of him.

“That’s the spirit!”

Minkowski turned to glare at him, but he only grinned back.

At least if he messed up her hair, she could do the same right back.

The first touch of his fingers untangling her hair made her jump. How long had it been since someone had touched her? It must have been longer than she’d thought.

Eiffel gently worked out the larger knots with his fingers, noting how she shivered at the touch. He understood that feeling. Instead of commenting, he grabbed the brush, carefully running it through her hair and smoothing it out.

Okay, so it felt really nice to have someone brush her hair. “You are good at this.”

Eiffel smiled. “No need to sound so surprised.” He paused. “Okay, maybe there’s a little reason.”

Minkowski smirked. She’d softened on her Communications Officer over the last few months. Started letting his jokes get to her, teasing him back on occasion. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but… they felt like friends, now.

That was a nice feeling.

He put the brush down next to them and started gathering her hair into one long strand. Unfortunately for her, doing so meant that his nails brushed the back of her neck, drawing out a twitch and a gasp and oh right, she was ticklish there.

And she’s just allowed her friend and head of mischief full access. Great.

“You okay?” Eiffel asked, his hands stilling.

Minkowski cleared her throat. “Fine, fine.”

“If you say so.” He shrugged, going back to his task.

The second time he accidentally touched her neck, Eiffel started to get suspicious. He could understand once, it was a surprise. But why did she flinch again?

The third time was a test. He let his fingers wiggle a little as they passed just above her shoulder, and yep, that was definitely a muffled squeal.

He grinned. So Commander Badass was ticklish. Cute.

Shit. He knew. He definitely knew what he was doing, because he started doing it more. Every overlapping strand of hair was accompanied with a fingertip trailing across her neck and making her squirm or hiccup or squeak, smiling wider with every attempt. She should stop him.

She should stop him.

A finger wiggled playfully just under her jaw, and she barely muffled a snort behind one hand, twitching forward instinctively and grinning like crazy.

Eiffel chuckled. “Hey, I can’t work if you’re all the way over there.” He teased, but didn’t follow. He had a feeling that if he pushed too hard she’d put a stop to this, and that was the last thing he wanted. This was fun.

It was very tempting to curl up into a ball or run away. Minkowski knew she was smiling, surprised to find how relaxed she felt beyond that giddy tension. She leaned back, fighting not to scrunch up her shoulders.

In the interest of not getting his ass kicked, Eiffel didn’t tease. Much. He sang a quick, “Thank you!” and went right back to braiding. And maybe sneaking in a quick tickle every few seconds. Hey, it wasn’t like she was stopping him.

It was really hard not to scrunch up her neck, but she managed. Just about. She wrapped one arm around her middle and scrunched her eyes closed, struggling not to laugh. This was- it was silly, and yeah, normally that was something she was categorically against, but…

Okay, fine, she was kind of having fun.

Nails scratched just under her ear, drawing out a hicuppy laugh and making her crush the other hand over her mouth. Eiffel laughed silently.

“Umm, what are you doing?”

“Oh, hey Hera.” Eiffel said, looking up at the nearest camera. “We’re having a bit of a slumber party; the Commander’s hair was getting kind of out of control.”

“No, not that, I mean-” His fingers danced over the side of her neck, and she flinched. “That! What is that?”

Minkowski cringed. Really? She couldn’t even respond without laughing right now. Did Hera seriously not get it?

Eiffel chuckled and did it again, noting that her ears had gotten flushed. “What? My hand just slipped.”

Hera groaned. “You’re doing something! Tell me!”

He winked at the camera. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not doing aaaanything. Right, Commander?”

“Mm-hm!” She managed to squeak, face burning.

Hera huffed, and Eiffel mouthed, “Later.” At the camera. He felt a little bad for leaving her in the dark, but hey, he was almost done.

“Aaaand, done!” He neatly tied up the end of the braid, and because he might never get the chance again, playfully wiggled the end of it against her neck.

There was a loud squeak, and the next thing he knew, his commanding officer had flopped over sideways, both hands smushed over her face and her shoulders locked around her ears. Eiffel chuckled. “You okay there?”

Minkowski glowered at him between her fingers, grateful that her giddy smile was thoroughly hidden.

Hera laughed. At least they were having fun. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

Eiffel smirked. “Well-”

He was cut off by a gentle punch in the arm. Minkowski sat up, still grinning, with a sly spark in her eye and the brush in her hand. “Your turn.”

Oh crap. He laughed nervously. “You don’t have to do that, it’s all good.”

She shifted back and crossed her legs, patting the spot in front of her. “I insist.”

He was so dead.

Cautiously, Eiffel sat down, already half turtled and biting down nervous giggles. He jumped when the brush was dragged through his messy hair.

Then she dropped the brush and dug her fingers into his ribs, making him shriek loudly and fold in half like a cheap lawn chair.

Minkowski grinned, vibrating her fingers into his ribcage. “You okay there?” She asked, amused by his wild cackling.

Huh. Now that she thought of it, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him properly laugh before. Weird, for such an upbeat person. He was certainly laughing now, snorting and cackling and squealing in a way that maybe she should have found obnoxious.

Eiffel kicked his feet and squirmed frantically, trying very hard not to wriggle out of Minkowski’s evil grip while laughing his head off. It was hard; she was unsurprisingly ruthless. “Mercy!” He squealed, twisting ineffectively. “Mehehercy!”

Minkowski rolled her eyes at his dramatics, letting one hand drift to squeeze at his stomach, drawing out a series of snorts. “Weren’t you just telling Hera what’s happening?”

“Noooo!” He whined, curling up as best he could.

Short nails scratched at his neck, and he burst into giggles, shoulders scrunching. “Oh, I think you were.” She teased.

Eiffel felt like he was melting. This was so unfair; he hadn’t been even half this mean! He slapped at her hands weakly, slumping forwards and laughing helplessly.

Minkowski chuckled, worming her hands under his arms and earning a shriek. “Well?”

“Yes, I’m not entirely sure what’s so funny right now.” Hera said, sounding a little smug.

Eiffel wheezed, his smile wide and helpless. Minkowski seemed to notice his need for air and eased off a little, fingers playing gently at his ribs and keeping him jumpy. He couldn’t stop giggling. This was the most fun he’d ever had on the Hephaestus.

He was certainly taking his time catching his breath. She scratched gently at his stomach, and Eiffel yelped and flopped over onto his front. “Okay! Okahahay! It- it tickles, plehehease!”

“Ohhhh, I see!” Hera said teasingly.

Minkowski mercifully retracted her hands. “Why didn’t you say so?”

He wanted to swear at her but was too busy giggling his head off. His limbs had gone all floppy and his brain was pleasantly fuzzy from laughing so much. A hand brushed his hair back and he flinched violently.

Minkowski chuckled. “It’s okay, you’re done.” She said, going back to his hair. “But someone has to do something about this rat’s nest.”

Oh. He relaxed. Should probably get up to make this easier, but he was very comfortable in this boneless, giddy state, and Minkowski was only making it worse by gently brushing his hair. It was calming. He wasn’t going to get up unless someone made him.

It was certainly a lot faster to braid someone’s hair when you weren’t also tickling them to death, Minkowski reflected with a soft smile. Eiffel seemed to have given up on being a human being for now and decided his time was better spent as a jellyfish. It was kind of nice, seeing him this happy.

“All done!” She said, and because she was feeling evil, brushed the end of the braid around his neck, earning a giggly squeal and getting him to squirm onto his back.

Eiffel glared playfully, still grinning. “You’re ruthless.”

She shrugged. “Eh, we already knew that.”

He chuckled and sat up. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

“I have tried.” She said with a smirk. “Yet somehow you always wind up there.”

“At what point do you admit that you don’t have a good side?”

She punched him gently in the shoulder, and Eiffel grinned. He was sort of tempted to poke at her, try to figure out if she had other weak spots. Another part of him didn’t want to push the line. It was nice being able to have little hair braiding parties that left them both smiling and a little giggly. The last thing he wanted was to ruin it.

Minkowski ran her braid through her hand. Huh. “You actually did a good job.”

Eiffel put a hand over his heart. “Commander. That was almost a compliment!”

She rolled her eyes. “It took you long enough.”

“All part of the process.” He grinned. “Happy to help out any time.”

The thought had that giddy feeling in her stomach resurfacing and her lips twitching. She bit the inside of her lip. “I’ll keep you posted.”

Eiffel tried to hide his surprise, but nothing would keep the massive grin from forming. “Great.”

It was great. It really was.

Maybe next time, he’d figure out her other weak spots.

[dogloveri23]

Thieves and Saints

pairing: Cyno X gn! reader Warning: Angst and mentions of death A/n: So, I just want to mention again that these posts are to celebrate my blog's 4-year anniversary and the others will be linked in the anniversary post here!

Often times Cyno often layed in bed and questioned the decision he would make if his ideals and desires one day collided. He often weighed his decisions and came to the conclusion that he wouldn't let go of his ideals. He saw it as an interesting concept but never a reality at least not until today. His muscles tensed as he raced through Sumeru city to get to the Academia. His lungs burned and his sweat dripped profusely across his entire body.

"Theif, you shall not be spared by the Matra!", He heard someone yell. He hoped and prayed that his intel was wrong but it was rarely wrong. Yet he held faith in Hamanubis that this would be some cruel joke.

"If this was past Sumeru, you would be killed quietly in a corner", Another voice said.

The closer he got, he could see your familiar tuft of hair. Your head dropped as you hiccupped between cries. "I didn't do this, I know that's what the evidence is pointing to but I swear I know nothing about this!"

Your voice was shaking, you didn't sound the way you usually did and now you were covered in cuts and bruises that would get infected if no one helped you out.

"Step away from them," He spoke firmly. He could feel the rage bubbling within him as his eyes glanced at your restraints. You looked up at him and he could see a glimmer of hope in your eyes. But he couldn't relax not when he understood the gravity of the situation.

"General, this person is in charge of all previous cases of the stolen commodity. They and their people are in charge of crippling the economy and trade of all of Sumeru as we know it!"

It was a lie. Cyno knew it. He didn't have to see the evidence to know it. "What are the grounds and evidence of your claims?" He inquired, his eyes not leaving you and his mind not ceasing its prayers.

"The fingerprints analysis of her and those on the abandoned carriers in the desert line up as well as various photos of her with the fatui."

Both were suspicious but the odds of you working with the people who killed your parents are highly unlikely. If anything, you were probably seeking revenge. He would make sure to scold you when you got out of here. The fingerprint would be a tougher case to dispute.

"General Cyno, Carriers are not touched by mere passersby in Sumeru. As they do not work at Caravan Ribat to inspect goods, unless she was actively involved, it would make no sense for their fingerprint to be there!" A matra argued.

It was a solid line of reasoning. "Did you question the suspect?" He asked as sourness filled his mouth. It didn't feel right to call you a suspect but if he let a term of endearment slip, there would be no way for him to save you.

"Yes, but they insist they had no part in it and they just happened to be caught up in the middle. They mentioned helping a child going by the name of Zamba that they met in Sumeru City. No names were found in the archives"

"Then we shall take their word on it and search for Zamba. It would destroy the face of the Matra if we gave undeserving sentences".

"But if we let them go and they escape, they could likely cause more trouble. We shall detain them in prison for three days while we investigate."

"Very Well"

He grits his teeth. He couldn't stop you from going to prison as it was standard protocol. It was just three days, he needed you to hang on for three days while he got the evidence to set you free. He could save you and still stick to his ideals.

"Cyno! Cyno, please! The crimes I am being accused of are grave, the prisoners were starved because of it. If they get word that I may-"

"I'll look into it," He cut you off. But it was cold, too cold. He could see the last rays of hope completely fade from your eyes. It was like you knew something that he did not. Yet, if he spoke any longer, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep his emotions at bay.

As soon as he was left to his own advances, he endlessly scoured the desert looking and searching for clues. His body begged for rest and yet he knew that if he closed his eyes, you would be behind bars.

As Hamanubis would have it, he found the real culprits and brought them to the Academia. He could feel his body crashing and yet he wouldn't give in, not until you were back home safe. Not until he could hold you to fall asleep. Not until he could kiss your worries away and have you back.

On his arrival at the academia, the other Matra gave each other solemn looks as they scratched the back of they're heads. "The person from earlier is innocent as per my report. I had expected to see you processing their release."

No response. Cyno cocked his head and looked at them once more. He couldn't understand why none of them refused to bring you out. Why were they choosing to keep his happiness away from him? Why were they choosing to deny him of his lover? He hadn't slept in days and yet they chose to withdraw his slumber further by keeping them away!

"General... They were killed. It slipped that they were a suspect and-"

"And you let the other prisoners mess with them?" He yelled. His calm exterior faltered in the blink of an eye.

"Sir-"

"You let them die!"

He felt himself fall to his knees as his palms dug into the ground. He could feel Hamanubis' power slipping out of him uncontrollably. He was too angry to stay calm. He was too upset to keep up a Facade. He wanted everyone and anyone to pay for the grave mistake.

***

Cyno coughed loudly as he broke into a cold sweat. His eyes dashed around to the familiar walls and bedding till they landed on you staring at him concerned. You looked sleepy and your general appearance was dishevelled. but you were unharmed and in one piece, just the way he liked you. It was all a terrible dream. He sighed in relief.

"Are you ok, Cyno. Do you need me to-" His arms engulfed you as his fingers traced patterns into your back.

"Just hug me. That's all I need my love."

"Alright, " You sigh. Your eyes are still heavy but you can tell he needs this from you."I love you."

"I love you too. And please run away from anyone named Zamba."

[cakeshifter]

Nimona giggled, swinging back and forth from her dads’ arms. Her dads couldn’t help but smile at the kid’s unbridled joy. She beamed up at them, showing off her missing front teeth. Ballister chuckled, ruffling her hair. She squealed, ducking away. She let go of her dads’ hands, reaching up to try and smooth her hair.

Ballister and Ambrosius looked at each other, clearly beside themselves with joy. It had been Ambrosius’ idea to bring Nimona to the park for a family outing, and it was fair to say it was a great idea. Nimona dashed ahead, running straight at a group of pigeons.

“Nimona! Don’t-“ But it was already too late, and a flurry of feathers took flight. Ballister sighed, his attempt at reining in his kid having failed again. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to keep up with Nimona’s chaotic nature. Ambrosius just laughed, both at his kid and his husband. “Okay, let’s just- we’re gonna put down a blanket, okay? Want to help?” Nimona spun around, eager to be of aid to her dad.

Ballister and Ambrosius each grabbed an end of the blanket, spreading it on the grass. Nimona clutched the fabric, being so incredibly helpful. As soon as the blanket was set, Nimona dropped to her knees to claim her spot. Ambrosius set down the basket he had been carrying, taking out a platter of sandwiches. He placed one in front of himself, in front of Ballister, and finally one in front of Nimona, who tore into it without a word.

“Don’t eat too fast or you’ll feel sick,” warned Ballister, who Nimona ignored as per usual. The only acknowledgment that she gave him was to chew a little louder. Ballister hated that she chewed with her mouth open, but it was a battle he had long given up on winning. Ambrosius smirked at his husband, which earned him a good natured scowl in return.

Nimona finished her sandwich in less than a minute, grinning at Ballister smugly. He rolled his eyes, waiting for what he knew was sure to follow.

Nimona hiccuped. Her eyes went wide. Ballister’s frown turned to a triumphant smile, as if to say I told you so. Nimona narrowed her eyes at her dad.

“Nimona, I’ve heard if you drink water and hold your breath, your hiccups will go away!” Ambrosius suggested, offering his kid a bottle of water. She snatched the cup, murmuring a quick “thank you” before chugging. Ballister sighed. This kid never learns.

Nimona took a big gasp of air, her cheeks inflating as she held her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut as if that would help her.

“Woah woah woah, let’s not overdo it—“ Ballister fell back into his usual worried dad persona. Nimona was surprisingly good at holding her breath— that is, until she dramatically fell back onto the blanket with a gasp. She rolled over to look at her dads.

“Did I do it?” Her question was answered with another hiccup. “What the heeeeckkk…” she frowned, crossing her arms.

“I have another idea,” Ballister suggested. Ambrosius gave him a suspicious look, and Ballister only grinned in response. “I’ll be right back.” He stood up and walked away, continuing until he turned a corner and vanished from sight. Ambrosius sighed, turning back to Nimona.

“He’ll be back,” the blonde said unenthusiastically. Nimona was still turned to where Ballister had vanished to, staring intently. The kid definitely had some semblance of separation anxiety. Ambrosius sighed, leaning back on his hands and waiting for the chaos he was sure was about to ensue.

Ambrosius locked eyes with Ballister, who was creeping up on Nimona from behind. He rolled his eyes with a smile as Ballister placed a finger to his lips as if to shush him. He creeped forward, grabbing Nimona’s shoulders and startling her with a loud “BOO!” Nimona shrieked, smacking Ballister out of instinct. Ballister stumbled back, not having expected such a violent reaction. Ambrosius broke out laughing, earning him a dirty look from his husband.

“Why the heck did you do that?!” Nimona shouted, glaring at Ballister. Her heart was still racing. She didn’t look the least bit sorry. Ballister rubbed his arm where he had been hit— the kid was surprisingly strong.

“Well…” he smirked, his gaze flicking between his child and husband. “You’re not hiccuping anymore, are you?” Nimona looked at Ballister, puzzled. He stared back, triumphant. “Sometimes you just need a little fear to help you on your way!”

“You coulda warned me!” Nimona pouted, crossing her arms.

“Then you wouldn’t have been scared, Nimona.” Ballister feigned exasperation. He would forever find the kid’s strange logic entertaining. It never made any sense, but she always sounded so confident.

“Whateverrr,” she brushed him off, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue. Ballister sighed. This kid was a handful.

“I know what can make it up to her,” Ambrosius winked at his husband, pulling something from the basket. Hiding it behind his back, he passed it to Ballister. Nimona’s eyes watched the mystery object like a hawk, trying to see what it was.

“RAHHH!” Ballister roared as he spun around the shark plushie he was holding, putting it in Nimona’s face. She shrieked, falling backwards giggling. Her dads looked at each other, amused, and then back at their child.

She lunged forward, snatching the plush from Ballister’s hands before he could even react. She held the toy in front of her face.

“RAHHH!” She roared back at her dads, her high pitched voice less than intimidating. Ballister and Ambrosius feigned fear, hugging each other. “I’m a big scary monster and I’m gonna getcha!” She charged at her dads. Ballister detached one arm from Ambrosius, scooping Nimona into their group hug.

“You’re not a monster, Nimona. You’re just Nimona! Even if Nimona is a little wild and crazy…” He glanced over at Ambrosius. “She’s still our kid.” Nimona smiled up at her dads with her big toothy grin.

“I loooove you.” She squeezed them tighter.

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Chapter 2

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with ***

Jude: …..

Business Partner: I'm so glad you took the time to come visit us! These are all first class products, so please, feel free to inspect them...!

Jude: There are lots that aren't out here.

Business Partner: Yes?

Jude: Yes? No. Show me the lot, don't you understand?

Business Partner: Hm....Well, it's in a warehouse a little ways from here, so it'll take me a while to bring it to you.

Ellis: I thought you might say that, so I brought you this. This is it, right?

Business Partner: What? When did you go to....?

Jude: Isn't the quality different as what was sent to headquarters for inspection?

Jude: It's not like anything you see here.

Ellis: I don't understand. I think they all look the same.

Jude: Shut up, rotten eyes.

Ellis: OK.

Jude: So, what's this all about?

Business Partner: …..you know, uhhhh, uh, uh.....

Jude: Mistake. You tried to disguise a bad product and sell it at the price of superior quality, but that was a mistake.

Business Partner:........uh.

Jude: Well, I'll let you off the hook this time. (Me: Uh-huh.)

Jude: It was your first time, and isn't it my fault that I was mistaken as someone you could deceive with your shallow wit?

Business Partner: Eh, what? Oh.....

Jude: But at least now you know that I'm not easily fooled.

Jude: If you try anything stupid again, I'll sink your whole boat, remember?

Business Partner: Heeeee....! Yes, I understand! Sorry, thank you very much.

Alfons: Wow, did you see that El? That evil face. That's the most blackmailing thing I've ever seen.

Elbert: It's not nice to cheat people, so I guess you can see......Jude's point.

Alfons: Yes, yes, a textbook reply.

Alfons: But wouldn't that make the report more interesting, so let's dramatize it a bit.

Alfons: “Torturing and humiliating innocent citizens, Jude smiles cruelly....”

Elbert: Al, lying is not good. (Precious bbg.)

Ellis: Oh....and.

Business Partner: Hyeup! (That is a hiccup noise....I tried.)

Ellis: There seems to be some disturbing people going in and out of the warehouse you're renting these days....Do you know about it?

Business Partner: Eh!

Ellis: Oh, it's fine if you don't know. I just want to make sure you're not violating any contracts.

The business partner looks at the warehouse district for a moment, shivering with a pale face, as if he were frightened.

He immediately returned his gaze to the front and shook his head sideways like a broken toy.

Ellis: ...............

Jude: That's fine then. (Bruh done messed up.)

Jude: You know what happens of you violate the contract.

Ellis: There is a trading company that buys these defective lots at a low price for shoddy products, so you can take them there.

Ellis: Here's the contact information for the rep. Good luck.

Alfons: ….Ellis is even taking care of the of the people who deceived them by disposing of their inventory....

Alfons: A good deed unworthy of the Crown who “conquers evil with evil.”

Alfons: I'm going to have to write this down in my report to the best of my vocabulary, El?

Alfons looked back and saw that Elbert was -

A Young Lady: That young man seems to be new here....I like him...Please, just tell me your name.

A Bewitching Lady: I have a certain status in my country. Why don't you say goodbye to your troublesome mundane life and let me take care of you...

A Suspicious Painter: You're a miracle.....will you please come visit my atelier?

He was surrounded by passengers who had just disembarked from a luxury cruise ship that had just arrived in port.

Elbert: I've got something to do over there.

The wave of people coming by one after another pushed Elbert further and further away.

Alfons: Ahhh, just like bread crumbs being picked up by ducks –

Alfons: Let's cut the crap and get back to it, shall we?

Alfons: I hope they haven't noticed us tailing them.

Jude: Ellis, that thing, you're aware of it.

Ellis: Yea...what are we going to do? Catch it right away?

Jude: No.

Jude: If we're going to take care of it.....let's put it all together.

Liam: I wonder if the Al & El's tailing went well?

William: Well, what do you think?

Liam: Oh, they just got back! Welcome back......?

Alfons:............

William: You have a dark expression on your face. What's wrong?

Liam: Maybe he was a spy or something after all...?

Alfons: I have to tell you a horrifying fact.

Elbert: What is it?

Alfons: Surprisingly, those two have been working.....the entire time!!

Liam: What?! How diligent!

Elbert: It's not like it's a horrible fact.....

Harrison: Huh...is that so?

Alfons: They were working so hard there was nothing to report except that. Aren't they crazy?

Elbert: Although Jude was feared, Ellis seemed to be liked.

William: What are your views on whether Jude and Ellis can be trusted?

Alfons & Elbert:

To be frank, I really don't care. I don't know yet.

Harrison: Will this ever pay off?

Liam: Haha, it's a long road ahead.

William: Speaking of which....this reminded me of something just now.

Harrison: ….?

William: Roger was acquainted with both Jude and Ellis before they joined Crown.

Harrison: What?

William: Perhaps a little perspective might be helpful to see if they are someone we can use?

Harrison: It's....You just remembered that. That's a lie.

William: Well, I wonder.

Roger: So, what is it you want to ask me about?

Harrison: Can you tell me anything you know about Jude and Ellis before they came here?

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[Master list]

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Perspective

Summary: Written for Day 17 of Augusnippets 2024. Set in a Modern AU, Sci-fi AU. Mind Full AU. Astrid and her friends feel Hiccup's absence.

Warnings: Death mention, Implied/referenced Child Abuse, Conditioning

Rating: Teen and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 498

Prompts: Forgiveness / Grace / Resolving a Misunderstanding

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Heather, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs

Pairing: Heathstrid, Minor Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: A little whump for everyone!

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“Ungrateful jerk,” Snotlout growls as he punches Astrid’s punchbag.

“We saved his life! He would’ve died from heatstroke! We gave him a place to heal! Where he could be himself again!” He vents at his friends. “We gave him all of that and he went running right back to mommy!”

“You said it, Snotlout,” Ruffnut scoffs. Everyone is hurt by Hiccup’s departure. They gave him a chance and this is how he repays them. Even Fishlegs is hurt. He was working up the courage to ask him about Meatlug. Because when she’s not trying to kill him, she seems so sweet.

Granted, he didn’t leave by himself. Instead, Valka appeared with a small army of dragons. They were so afraid of Hiccup being the one to give their location away that they forgot about his Frightening Five.

Some of the Defenders, people, died when she came. Mala is in intensive care, where she’s fighting for her life.

Astrid sighs, wishing she hadn’t spend her last day under the same roof as Hiccup being angry at him over his eating habits.

“You can’t blame him,” she says mutedly from her bed. His abuser, his captor, showed up at their door and murdered with claw and flame to get him back. What was he going to do? Refuse the woman he’s been under the control of for five years after a three week break?

She caught their attention and at least Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut don’t agree. Next to her, Heather is suspiciously quiet, too. They expected him to put up some kind of a fight.

This is her room. She rises, her hand leaving Heather’s and instead dives into her nightstand. She pulls out a photograph and places it on her desk loudly, where Ruff and Tuff sit.

It’s a picture of their school’s Summer Games. Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, with Hiccup in the middle. They’re shouting, fists pumped, two arms pulling on Hiccup’s shoulders in different directions as he holds a trophy in the air. It’s a chaotic photo.

The one summer they made an attempt to get to know him. The one summer they might’ve become best friends with him, just because he was put on their team. He was awkward and sassy, but they liked him. He got them their win, his plans unorthodox and fun.

“Don’t forget why we came here,” she tells them before walking out.

-XOXOX-

Later that evening, they find her training in the gymnasium. She didn’t want to punch her own bag and face them after their disagreement.

Quietly, Astrid turns to face them and Heather walks closer.

“You’re right,” she tells her. She got in this mess because her brother had grand ideas, but Astrid did because she heard her girlfriend talk about someone who fit Hiccup’s exact description, down to his freckles and the scar on his chin. Now that they’ve found him, they can’t just let him go. He’s a victim of Valka’s and he needs their help.

[vindikaetion]

Thank yew @butterfly-siege for the tagggg this is a good excuse for me to come clean 😔 I have in fact not rlly been cooking up anything hijack lately, and that is because I have been haunted with thots of my OC, Klaufi....... Who is a httyd OC dhdbejsbsjsbwnwn

I'll be revealing more about her later once my friends start posting about their own OC's (wink wink nudge nudge) but below I've posted a blurb I wrote that takes place not long after Klaufi first washes up on Berk <33

"I don't trust her." 

Hiccup sighs. He's spent the past week bedridden, and his patience for Astrid's paranoia is at an all time low. Not to mention is head is pounding, and the Meade hall isn't exactly quiet.  "Has she done anything to warrent your suspicion?" Hiccup asks, rubbing his temple. 

Astrid's face falls. But then she steels it and squints her eyes at him. "Remember Heather?" she hisses, leaning over the table to whisper at him. "Some girl washes up on the shore with some sob story? What are the chances that happens two years in a row?"  Hiccup purses his lips. "Good point," he says. "But I still disagree. When Heather showed up, we weren't exactly in peaceful times. In hindsight we should have been suspicious of her."  Astrid gives him a flat look. "I was."  "Yes, yes, and you haven't let me forget it." Hiccup rolls his eyes. "But tell me; if she did have ulterior motives, what are they?"  That seems to catch Astrid off guard. For a few seconds her gaze drifts down to the wooden table, seemingly trying to think of an answer to his question.  It pains him to say, but Hiccup was suspicious of Klaufi at first. After everything that happened with Alvin and Dagur, he learned to stop being so trusting of strangers. For the most part, at least. But Klaufi's tale of misfortune seemed too fabricated to be true. 

Then he met her, and saw the genuine kindness in her eyes. From then on Hiccup decided not to treat her like an outcast. Which became a bit hard when their first meeting left her embarrassed and she started to avoid him entirely.

Eventually, Astrid sighs. "I don't know," she says, but there's still a pinch in her eyebrows. "But I think we should still be cautious. We have the book of dragons, and we've put a big target on ourselves. Maybe she's an assassin." 

Hiccup gives Astrid a dry look, and then turns his head to where their new guest is walking through the throes of tables. Every day since she's washed up on Berk, she's come to the Meade hall to grab food and flee back to Gothi's.  Her shoulders are bunched up to her ears, and her gaze stays glued to the floor as she tries to get out of the hall as fast as possible.  In her haste, it seems she didn't account for her... dexterity. Something catches her foot, a high-pitched yelp echoes in the air over the chatter, and she falls to the floor. Her food and drink spill all over herself.  Astrid stares blankly as the citezens of Berk erupt into laughter, the subject of their torment springing to her feet and escaping the hall with a blush so potent Hiccup wonders if red paint spilled as well.  "Does that look like an assassin to you?" Hiccup says dryly. "... There's no way she's that clumsy," Astrid mutters under her breath.  Hiccup laughs. "Her name is Klaufi."  "What are the chances her parents knew she'd grow up to be that... Well, y'know."  "I dunno. Maybe the gods blessed them with the gift of foresight."

Yeah I'm a dirty OC/MC shipper what about it

Oh erm yes tags. @that1notetaker @droptoposmosis @yanleafy hi pookies. Feel free to just post a line or two from your most recent WIP. I'm just a yapper and incapable of only posting that many

[sarnai4]

Movie Marathon

Here are some modern headcanons I have for Dagur when he's watching movies/his reactions afterwards.

Action films: He's memorizing all the best stunts so that he can try them immediately once the movie has ended. If one of these includes a fight scene, he's also planning which one of his friends he's going to have join him in this (probably Snotlout because Hiccup would die).

Comedies: He does better with dark comedies because he always laughs at the wrong spots for the regular ones. They have a sad moment and he's still thinking it's a joke, then wonders why everyone is giving him weird looks. At least with the dark comedies, he's supposed to laugh at someone dying.

Romance: Constantly says something inappropriate so that Astrid and Hiccup are embarrassed. The scene wasn't even intimate, but all his comments and winking would make you think otherwise. The only time he blushes too is when he and Mala are brought up, then he gets a bit bashful, but he also keeps kissing her during the smooching scenes.

Adventure: Will not stop asking Hiccup to go on the same adventure with him as the characters had. The puppy dog eyes don't go away until Hiccup finally agrees, then he gets a giant hug.

Film noir/mystery: Trusts no one, especially the main character. He's convinced the killer is secretly the hero and that the MC is just giving their side of the story to deliberately throw everyone off their trail. He's extra paranoid towards everybody for a minimum of 3 days. Mala's trying to let him know that their friends are not out to get him.

Drama: Finally knows when the sad moments aren't supposed to be laughed at. So, he tears up instead while hugging a pillow. Snotlout sees this as a cue that he can be watery-eyed too without being poked fun at. Now, they're both crying on the sofa because the main character just expressed how much love is had for someone else right before that second person dies.

Western and pirate: Combine action with adventure. This is why Hiccup's on a horse with a cowboy hat and why Snotlout is trying to not be forced to walk the plank.

Suspense/thriller: You thought he was paranoid before with the mystery films? He's not so much suspicious of the others as he is jumpy. This was probably the quietest he's ever been when watching something because he's waiting for that moment when everything goes wrong. The twins definitely take advantage of the jumpiness later, but they might get tackled in retaliation.

True stories: Sits by Fishlegs so that he can fact check that what the movie is saying really is true. They're whispering just about the entire time because Fishy is having as much fun talking about what he knows as Dagur is having learning about it. When the movie ends, they will proceed to geek out about the new information like it's a Gronckle until someone stops them.

Fantasy: Lots of "oohs" if there are impressive visuals. This genre gets his mind going with all the potential creativity, so he becomes disappointed if what actually happens in the story isn't as inventive as what he thought of. He also always thinks the heroes should be more ruthless than they are.

Musicals: Is making a mental note of the best songs so that he can ask Heather to sing them. He'll sing his request until she gives in. Some form of dance/movement is happening during the numbers too. If he's trying to not disturb the others, he's probably bouncing in the seat.

Science fiction: Is torn between being a skeptic and suspending his disbelief. He both scoffs at the overly unrealistic parts, then is impressed by how the characters managed to pull something off without dying. This time, Hiccup is his fact checker if the movie involves some type of engineering.

Horror: He's taking notes. Who let him watch one of these? There will be no stopping him now. He's determined to be even better than the scares he saw in the movie (according to him, they weren't scary and he thought each kill was funny). At least the next week is spent with everyone around him on edge because they don't know when there's going to be a pretend masked slasher coming for them. It's not even Halloween, but it is for them. Mala's not safe either. After Dagur puts a probably harmless snake in their bed, she makes him sleep on the sofa until he's out of his horror phase.

Every movie: Has a big container of some snack. Don't reach in without asking because he will bite off your hand not be happy. He's never on the edge seat because he wants to be able to hug people on both sides. He tries to not talk for the entire thing, but he will absolutely give the characters advice with Snotlout. Expect an in-depth discussion afterwards.

(Update) Decided to write this for whatever reason, so the first part is now on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net under "Movie Marathon" too.