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lychee-bearx · 5 months

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Quite self indulgent if you ask me. but i wanna cry so . ig this willl have to do

♡

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 - marc s.

In which you finally lose your last straw with marc

paring: marc x fem!reader

wc: 1.26k

theme: angst, not really happy ending

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You were too tired to do this anymore.

You couldn’t stand it. All the excuses were too much.

“I'm sorry, but I can't tonight. I have things to do.”“The number you’ve reached is not available at this time. If you’d like to leave a message, press 1”“Can’t baby. I'll see about it tomorrow.”

The feeling of loneliness and emptiness hung around your head. It followed you like a curse. You remembered the good times. The times you spent together making a mess in the kitchen, or watching a scary movie curled up on the couch. Those times where you would go on long drives without any care for the world. Those times where only you could think of each other..

But they were all gone. The memories kept fading each and every day. There’s nothing to do about it anymore.

“Marc please answer me…please”

The moon hung high in the sky as you waited anxiously to hear the phone ring. Sitting on the floor next to your bed wasn’t ideal, but it definitely beat being in a bed that didn’t feel like home anymore.

After the fifth ring the phone went dead again. No answer. The tears ran down your face as small sobs left your mouth.

Why didn’t he call me back? Why isn’t he answering?

You decided it wasn’t worth it. You curled up onto your bed and covered yourself with the warm cozy sheets. You slowly drifted off to sleep, trying not to worry over the man you loved so deeply. You hoped you woke up the next morning with him next to you.

But alas that didn't happen. The bed was cold and empty as you woke up with puffy eyes. Your heart ached for him to come back. You missed him. You missed his hugs, his smile, his laugh. You missed how his presence made you feel safe. You tried calling him again and again to no avail each time.

“He’s just busy. He’ll come back.” you told yourself..

He didn't come back until 8 days later. 8 excruciating days of calls that weren’t returned. 8 days where texts were read but not responded to. 8 days where the sunken feeling of being alone set into your heart.

It was 3 am. You woke from your slumber to get yourself a glass of water when you heard the door open.

You turned your head to see him. The man you’d thought to be the man you could trust. The man who had your heart ever since you were with him. The man who fixed your broken heart. The man that you could never let go of.

“Where have you been, marc?” your voice trembled, already feeling your heart sink as you watched him sit into a chair.

“Mission” he replied in a monotone voice.

“You didn’t tell me. You didn’t return any of my calls. You read my texts but didn’t respond! You didn’t even leave a note! Marc i was-” you started. Your emotions piling over you.

“Get off my back will ya? I had a god awful week and all i need right now is fucking rest. I don’t need to deal with you and your stupid nagging.” he grunted, laying his head into his hand

That was it. That was the last straw.

You had spent time and time again trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Always giving him excuses as to why he wouldn’t pick up. Always trying to forgive him when he gave you his “im sorry it won't happen again” speech.

But it did happen. Over and over and over again..

And this was it.

You were done.

“I'm sorry you have to deal with me. I never knew that it was such a burden. I’ll go.” you said with a lump in your throat.

“Ok then. Leave. Jesus.”

And that’s what you did. Packed a bag with your most important things and left.

Marc was used to waking up to the smell of your cooking. A warm meal to help him recover from the shit he’s seen. But the morning he woke up half naked on the couch, the apartment was empty. No sizzling pancakes. No distant humming coming from you. Just silence and cold.

He was confused for a minute. He walked all over the apartment looking for any traces of you. Some of your clothes were gone. Your favorite stuffed animal. Your toothbrush and toothpaste. He searched his pockets to find his phone. He opened it to find 26 messages and 29 missed calls from you. He attempted to call you, but when he put the phone to his ear, the phone operator said that the number wasn’t available anymore.

Now he was super confused. What happened?

It wasn’t until he sat down at the table did he remember the early events of that morning. How he told you to leave after you were expressing your worries to him.

Fuck.

He fucked up so bad

Fuck.

You got up from the couch of your best friend’s apartment when you heard a knock at the door. SHe was at work and told you to crash as long as you needed. Thankfully, today was your day off, so you spent it on a self indulgent day.

You walked to the door in your fluffy bunny slippers and your makeup headband. You opened the door to see him.

Marc.

“Baby,” he started..

“No.” you said, closing the door. But he stopped right before it could shut.

“Please , wait, just hear me out for a sec.” he pleaded.

You decided to listen to him, already making up your mind to stand your ground no matter what.

“Look, baby, i'm so so sorry. I'm sorry for not responding to you, or-or returning your calls and not returning your calls. Im so sorry baby, i promise it will never happen again. I promise. Please please please come back to me im so sorry…”

You could tell the emotion and regret. But still. It didn’t make u0p for the pain and sorrow you’ve felt for the last few months.

“Marc listen. I loved you. I was there for you. I supported you. But you took advantage of that. I can’t keep betting on your life. I can’t keep waiting until ungodly hours in the morning. I love you but i don’t think this will change. Im sorry.”

You felt his heart sink. You felt it because so did yours.

Marc didn’t respond after that. He just turned away, heartbroken and filled with sorrow.

What will i do… without her?

9 months had passed. You moved into a new apartment. You got a pet cat you named oreo. You had a very well-paying job. You had everything. You have been happy for a while now. You found joy in little things.

You were happy

You were.

Right?

Marc on the other hand wasn’t doing well. His life was in shambles. He slept constantly. He didn’t listen to anyone. He stayed cooped up in your old apartment, trying to recreate the old memories with you.

But nothing worked. He had to see you.

He had to.

It was a busy day. You had just gone shopping with your friends when you finally sat down at the food court. You got to the table a bit before them, so you were scrolling on your phone when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see him.

Marc.

Your marc.

“Hey” you started..

“Hey…can I talk to you?” he responded.

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welp

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 9 months

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Helpless part 13 (Hello I hope someone is listening)

"Morning Death boy."

"What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock I the morning."

"Goodnight Giraffe."

"Get up, we're getting breakfast."

"Let me sleep."

"Nope." Nico was refusing to get up so Will decided to do the only logical thing and pick him up.

"Put me down Solace."

"Don't think I will Death breath."

"That's a new one."

"Thought of it on the spot."

"Good for you Sunshine, now put me down."

"Not a fan of that idea." Will ran, carrying a very pissed Nico. "Hey Percy."

"Hi Will, should I ask why you're carrying Nico and also how you haven't gotten murdered yet?"

"Well he wouldn't get up so it was to only logical solution."

"Fuck you." Nico muttered,

"I wish you luck on not getting murdered."

"You know I could just shadow travel away?"

"No you quite literally can not, it would kill you."

"Great."

"Neeks."

"Do you have a death wish Will?"

"He's harmless."

"I have killed people William."

"I can confirm this, I was nearly a victim."

"Let's not forget you also tired to kill me."

"Why are you two trying to kill each other?"

"We don't talk about that."

"He's annoying as fuck." Percy and Nico said at the same time, locking eyes with each other, leading to a mildly concerned Will.

"Okay.... I'm going to pretend this never happen." Will placed Nico on the floor.

"Finally."

"Di Angelo, me and Jason-"

"-Jason and I."

"Not you to, same thing. We have decided to kidnap you, you're finally joining us on the big three table."

"Why exactly?"

"You'll get lonely."

"I'm perfectly fine being alone."

"Too bad, sucks for you."

"Stronzo." Nico muttered under his breath before waking off to join Jason, Percy went to follow him but Will pulled him back.

"Make sure he eats three full meals a day, shove it down his throat if you have to. I'm not joking, if he's refusing to eat or drink hold him down and make sure he eats for the next few months. I don't know how he's still alive at this point."

"I'll make sure he eats; mate you alright? Your eyes are bloodshot, when's the last time you slept?"

"A few days ago, I'm fine."

"A few days?! Mate, you need to sleep."

"I'll survive, pure chaos in the infirmary. Oh, don't tell Nico this but, you know how Aphrodite kids can speak French because it's the language of love? I can speak Itallian because it's the language of music, so if you were wondering, when he walked off he called you an asshole."

"Eh, not surprising. I'll catch you around Will."

"Yeah see you round." Willl walked off to join his siblings at the Apollo table.

***

"Don't think we didn't hear that, you're taking today off and no night watch until Tuesday." Kayla said pulling Will down and shoving a piece of toast in his hand, "And you're eating breakfast today, you've skipped it for a week."

"I've been busy."

"Would you like me to show you a list of every single person you've told to stop skipping meals? Let me start the list, Nico, Selina, Leo, Beckendorf, Annabeth, Michael-"

"Okay, okay you win. But I can't take the day off-"

"Not optional, go pine over Nico for the day or something. Maybe even, you know, sleep? Can't remember the last time you did that, more than a week."

"Oh shut up."

"Actually, I have a great idea." Austin interrupted, "Go talk to Cecil and Lou Ellen, they tired to kidnap you many, many times."

"Shit, yeah I should probably go talk to them." Will tried to get up but was held down by his younger siblings,

"Not so fast, you're still eating breakfast." After being force fed three full plates and swearing on the river of Styx that he would get eight hours of sleep that night he was finally allowed to leave.

***

"Finally, we missed you. We've been waiting for you to get off work for the past week." Lou Ellen said punching him in the arm.

"I should probably tell my siblings the kidnapping's off..."

"The what?!"

"Well me and Cecil tried, but Kayla found out we were coming and stopped us."

"So then I thought if I got the rest of the Hermes kids in on it they couldn't stop all of us."

"Of course you did."

"Well you're always in the infirmary."

"I've been busy for a few days, that's all."

"Well I know you haven't slept properly for the last eight days, and that you always insist on taking night watch."

"And anything difficult, and Nico."

"So? I'm fine, just busy."

"You're overworking."

"No I'm not."

"Will when was the last time you took a break?"

"Last year, Michael and Lee's funeral, I took half a day off."

"You can't do that to yourself."

"I can't let Kayla and Austin burn themselves out."

"Gods, I can't do this right now. I'm going to trust your siblings to talk some sense into you; want to go steal something?"

"I'm down, we just need to be back by three. In time for the thing." Lou Ellen smirked,

"Ohh rightttt."

"What did you do?!"

"You'll find out Sun boy."

"I'm scared."

"You should be."

***

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I wonder, if nobody is listening to my voice. Am I making any sound at all?

I hope you're prepared for what's coming soon.

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azullumi · 2 years

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albedo — in love headcanons ☆彡

summary — albedo and his feelings.

pairing — albedo/gender-neutral reader

tags — a little bit of angst, some fluff, kind of pining at the beginning also; headcanons

word count — 706

To love is to be a being in their most flawed and barest form. To be consumed by a reckless kind of emotion, having yourself driven by an insatiable thirst.

He envies the earth that gets to hold you, he envies the dirt that you walk upon and leaves trails behind, he envies the birds that get to sing melodies to you, he envies the blanket of your bed that gets to wrap your body and wishes it was him. He wishes it was all him.

He first admires you from afar, from a distance he calls safe even if it leaves him desiring and wanting to get closer to you but he can't. Even with the torturous feeling of wanting to feel his fingertip against your skin, he held himself back.

But things will never go the way he intends it to be. Suddenly, the gap between you two had closed and he is now lacing and weaving his fingers against yours just like in his dreams. He can now feel the softness of your palm and his lips against yours, molding perfectly like two missing puzzle pieces.

If ever this was really a dream of his, an extremely realistic one, he would never wish to wake up from it.

Albedo is good at nearly everything except for expressing himself and his emotions completely due to the fact that he is not a human, in essence, and has a hard time relating to humanely things but he assures you that he lays himself bare just for you and that he knows that what he felt for you was sincere and genuine love and affection.

"(Name), you do not hold my heart."

"You are my heart itself, my soul, the physical embodiment of my weakness. I fear that when the time comes and if you ever ask me the world, I will gladly give it to you."

Words of confession roll off his tongue so easily as if it was the natural thing to do, often leaving you flustered with the way he uses his words at you. Albedo's nonchalant expression is always replaced with a tender look filled with admiration, adoration, and sweetness.

Albedo finds different ways to show you how much he loves you and cares for you. He would look after you and would get immediately worried at a small change of your health.

Although he lets you accompany him whenever he goes up the mountains of Dragonspine so he could continue on with his research. Normally, he wouldn't let anyone touch any of his materials or enter his laboratory easily but you're not just anyone. He even lets you help him with what he's doing— if it's safe enough for you— even if you have no prior knowledge or experience.

"And should you ever leave me, I don't know what I will do."

He fears that he'll have to learn everything by himself. He would have to learn the things that he has already gotten used to before but was then replaced or changed because of your existence and arrival in his life. He's anxious at the thought that he will wake up without you by his side and the warmth beside him is no longer.

He's afraid that he's already too used to you being around and that being alone will soon feel suffocating even if it's something normal for him for a long time already. He fears that he might seek out for your touch which no longer exists and he can no longer feel.

One day, you, too, will disappear. The time will come wherein you'll never know what his name would sound like at the tip of your tongue nor will you ever remember the way you held his hands but everything will remain with him. He knows that but now, right now, he'll just indulge himself in this fleeting moment with you even if it will crumble him to dust sooner or later.

Time willl past and his memories might fade but paintings of you that he has created will continue to exist. You will live on even after you have passed, just in forms of words and paintings that he never had courage to show you.

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the-phantom-author · 10 months

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I feel like it would take Hasan so long to confess or ask her out! Like he’d pine for months and be jealous about other dates or a casual relationship you have with that guy and never say anything. Until his feelings get worse and worse where he gets super upset when he’s alone and realizes he’s never gonna be with her (which is not true but he’s a drama queen) :(((

until one day will snaps him out of it and is like??? Just tell her how you feel!!!

I rewrote all your ask and just placed them in one place, hope that's okay with you! 🩵

I’ve been so unbelievably obsessed with jealous! Hasan!!! Where the reader and him are not together and have been friends recently and at first he just sees are as a good presence in his life. The more they hang out though (whether it’s in a group setting or just the two of them) the more he wants her around and the more quickly he feels he misses her when she’s gone :(

But then one day she’s staying over and he had just ended stream. He walks into the kitchen to see her all dressed up in a beautiful dress, hair and makeup done and he’s like wait hold on..??? Wow ??? And he joins the conversation not thinking about the reason she’s dressed up until she’s literally like oh shit I’m gonna be late for my date! And Hasan just immediately feels a sinking in his chest and doesn’t get why. He doesn’t say anything as she leaves and doesn’t even notice the frown on his face but you know who does??? WILLL!!!!

-🍵

It's the way that Will would be suspicious of Hasan from the very beginning. He's really like "Hasan what do you mean 'you just want her around always, and everything's less fun when she not here.'"? So he's just immediately keeping an eye and ear on you, just to see if he can pick up on any hints that you also like Hasan.

But there's a gas leak or your building is under renovation and Hasan offers his place for you to stay at while it gets fixed. One afternoon, after months of Hasan acting like fool because of you, Will is over early to record Fear& and he sees you milling about the frontroom messing with Kaya or Fiona, and he starts questioning you. And I do mean full force integration on your feelings about what your looking for in a guy when dating. Market research

It's also from that day forward he pays more attention to how you talk about Hasan, because he knows that Hasan is down bad and if you are also down bad and just don't know it, he can set you two up.

The entire time Hasan is pining he is complaining to Will about your dating life. Hasan is also having an attitude with you so you're also complaining to Will about that. Eventually he has enough of it from the both of you, even if your's is a valid thing to complain about, he just sees when Hasan is in a mood again and all but drives him over to your place to make him ask you out.

#🍵#hasanabi x reader #hasanabi #hasan x reader

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ohdudedhesflirting · 1 year

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I just miss you

Word count : 600

Pairing : non-idol!Matthew x gn!reader

Synopsis : Missing your journalist boyfriend Matthew

Notes : I have been struggling to write recently and this is just me trying to write, I promise I'm working on those request !

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

"A penny for your thoughts ?"

"Hmm ?"

Looking up from your book, you looked at your boyfriend, Matthew which had just came back from his day at work.

Matthew was a busy man. Ever since he had finished college and had started his job at the tv station as a news anchor he had been busier than ever. You knew that and you understood. Yourself, you were quite busy, waking up early and always finishing late.

The both of you had met in college, during your second year, introduced by a common friend in a party. WIthout him you would have never met, he was sudying journalism and you were studying english litterature, not so distant but not close enough to have been able to met.

Getting closer to you, Matthew positionned his hands on your hips, briniging you closer to him. Slowly he forced you to put your book down and look at him. He knew you could never resist him, not when he was looking so incredibly good and his sparkling eyes were questionning you

"Talk to me"

This time it was your turn to question him with your eyes, playing innocent as if you were not understanding what he was telling you.

"Y/N come on, talk to me, please"

Slowly laughing, you looked at him. He knew you perfectly and of course he had noticed the fact you were giving him the cold shoulder ever since he had came home.

It would be lying to say that the distance and the heavy workload from the two of you were not getting to you… But you simply missed your boyfriend.

"It’s nothing Matt really"

Pouting at your response, Matthew engulfed his head in the crook of your neck. Begging you to tell him what was in your mind.

"I just miss you"

Getting his head out of the crook of your neck, he looked at you, slowly understanding what you were trying to say.

You continued "It’s just, I’m proud of you and of your work and I love seeing you on tv but I just wish I could see you in real life more, we moved in together to see each other more and I just feel like it is the opposite of that."

Hearing your words, Matthew could not stop himself from feeling terrible. He knew that his work time and his job were not the most accomodating ever, and even more since he was preparing a surprise for you.

He had accepted to take on more work hours, finishing late and covering some topics for his colleague only to get more money. It had been a while that he wwas thinking of proposing to you, and he knew how important that was for you, wanting to offer you the best, he had taken in more workload to get the prettiest ring and to prepare for the wedding of your dream.

Of course it was a surprise he could not very much spoil no matter how much he actually wanted to.

Bringing you closer to him, he put both of his hands to your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

"Everything will be different soon I promise, just give me a little time and I promise you I willl be there by your side."

Looking at his immense eyes, you questionned him. You knew that you could trust him but a part of you were just tired, and wanted him back by your side entirely.

"Just trust me, everything will be back to normal soon, I will be back to you."

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k-x-tana · 1 year

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'I see you'

Pairings: Merida DunBroch & Hiccup Haddock Horrendous III (mostly platonic)

Word count: 5,424

Synopsis:

After reuniting with his mother during a crusade for magic, Hiccup is overwhelmed by the things that this event has awakened, however, he is not alone, a good friend comes to help him.

Or, where Merida and Hiccup tell each other parts of their lives that they hadn’t allowed themselves to share with anyone else.

(Most of this is just Hiccup and Merida telling each other how they viewed their stories)

Warnings: Abandonment issues, regret, insecurities.

Author's note:

Hi everyone! First of all, this is my first fanfic ever, I wrote this just to please my 9-year-old-self and she was obsessed with mericcup, but it has little to no romantic content, it's more of a character study, I needed to understand MY Hiccup, because I changed A LOT of the HTTYD plot, I really just stayed with the first movie, the rest it's just little bits of all of the other things, so keep that in mind. For me it's just the start on a slow burn but but you don't have to see it the same way.

Also, this is part of a RoTBTFD saga, and if you just like all of this people being friends, no shipp drama (not even the canon one), then the first book of said saga is for you, no shipps, just friends and bonding and a little bit of angst, after that, there willl be slowburn mericcup, so stay tuned! (The thing with Hiccup and Valka would be fixed eventually, it's in their nature to understand).

Thanks for reading!

Other places to read:

AO3 (english)

AO3 (spanish)

Wattpad (spanish)

That morning, Hiccup discovered that her mother had not been killed by a dragon, leaving no trace behind, but left Berk, she had seen how a dragon showed curiosity for her son, saw that dragons are not bloodthirsty beasts, she thought maybe there was something else behind all this ridiculous war, but if so, in the village they would never listen to her, they would probably throw her overboard; being the village chieftess would not gain her any privileges. So she left her son in the care of her husband, and left the only home she had ever known.

When Valka and Stoick reunited, she was sure he would hate her; but her husband simply took her face, wiped her tears and welcomed her back into the family; turns out that Vikings don’t usually stop to think about the past. Or, well, most Vikings.

At first Hiccup was happy, but as the day went on, he began to think about what it meant for his mother to be gone, everything plummeted when in his mind a short, simple and hurtful phrase echoed: "So, that’s why she left me".

That terrible idea did not come alone, it took many different forms, but so far it had not left him alone. Hiccup retained his emotions as much as he could, it wasn’t something he used to do, but this time he didn’t really know how to act, so he kept a slight smile all day and just watched her parents dance, love and tell how much they had missed each other. During the night everything exploded. In his insomnia, Hiccup was scheming so many ideas and questions that he thought he would ignite at any moment. Then he began to feel that he was short of air and that he had a big, heavy lump in his throat, he needed fresh air urgently, so he began to walk towards the exit, and he inadvertently started running; he only stopped outside the ice cave, then the air began to fill his lungs again, but it was not enough to continue to hold the cry and fell on his knees. Shortly after that, Toothless arrived, he brought a boot and a blanket, the dragon had accompanied him for many nights where it was only him, Toothless, the fire of the chimney and his silent tears, today he did not care to let out sobs or gasps, he was tired of being silent.

The pair of friends were huddled together, until the sound of the iron falling interrupted them.

-Hiccup? Oh my, are you hurt? Is everything okay?

It was Merida, her hair looked even more agitated than usual and she had an untied boot. What they heard was the girl’s huge sword that she had dropped to the ground as soon as she saw Hiccup hugging Toothless and rushed over to make sure they were okay.

-What are you doing up?

-I... couldn’t sleep and I heard you running away, I thought something would have attacked you, besides, I don’t know if your sense of direction is as bad as Corona’s and I didn’t want you to get lost here by yourself.

She finished scanning them and their agitated breathing began to stabilize, apparently no one had hurt them. However, she noticed his friend’s wet eyes and the dragon’s sad look.

-Oh Hiccup, do you need anything? I can give you some space, or listen to you or just stay with you without talking or-

-Stay. Please stay.

The boy wiped his face a little, sat on the edge of an overhanging rock and pointed the place to her. She sat and then turned to him:

-Do you... want to talk?

-I’m not sure, but I’d like to try.

-Whatever you need.

She smiled at him, and he returned the gesture. Toothless moved a little so that Merida could reach his head to scratch it. Hiccup took a deep breath:

-These days have left me exhausted, but today more than tired, I am... confused, I think, a little angry even. Meeting your mother after 20 years shouldn’t be so painful, I should be happy, all my life I was imagining what my life would have been like if she had been with me at Berk. I thought that would have made the days where I haven't met Toothless yet, well, easier. I never imagined there would be a life with her away from the island, and now I’m not sure what I would have preferred, or why I care so much to answer that question.

-How did you imagine your life with her before?

-Well... I don’t know, I think that more than having her with me, I needed someone to keep me company, anyone. I know it’s hard to believe, but I wasn’t always "Berk’s pride".

In the last sentence Hiccup made his voice deeper and bent his arms showing his thin biceps. "At least he still maintains his terrible sense of humor," she thought. Then the boy returned to his hunched pose, resting his elbows on his knees.

-I tried to fit in as much as I could with the other Vikings, to be strong and big like them, but as hard as I tried I could never, not quite. You know? For the last attack before we faced the red death, my father needed volunteers to go on an expedition to find the nest, and nobody wanted to go until he said that whoever stayed would have to take care of me. Of all the adults in the village, only Gobber, the old woman and a couple of farmers stayed on the island. Maybe they didn’t see me as a productive member of the community, and I was always screwing up, but they didn’t gave me a chance to prove otherwise either, they’re too stubborn to do something like that. Before I understood that dragons are not enemies, I was always to be equal to others, or not to get in the way. I was so lonely for so long.

Merida thought of her father, he taught her that she had potential, to develop it, she couldn't imagine what life could have been in the castle without him. However, the walls of the castle were very lonely as well, more so when her brothers were not yet born.

-And today, to see her, to know her a little... We are very similar, now I see that all of this-

He pointed at all of himself.

-Didn’t came out of nowhere. I think having her would have made me feel accompanied, understood. And the worst thing is that she saw Berk, she lived there, Gods! She was the head of the village! , she saw everything that was wrong about dragons, and she saw me, she knew I was not as strong as the rest because I came early to this world and almost died in the crib. Still, I don’t understand what made her think Berk was a good place to leave me all alone. And I know it’s unfair to say that, I had my father and Gobber, but being the Chief while grieving her, I wasn’t his only responsibility, since I was 7 he left me almost totally in charge of Gobber, and neither of them ever listens to me. I don’t understand how anyone can make that decision... But I’m willing to listen, maybe I don’t like what she'll say, but I think I need answers.

The boy turned to see his friend, and was surprised to see her gaze fixed on him, it seemed that she was about to release an arrow, one would think that that expression would be intimidating, but Hiccup had seen her frown the same way when Jack showed her the way, or when Rapunzel explained to her how they had solved the whole matter of her hair, the sun and the moon; she was simply paying attention to him, only that he had never seen her so determined (and so close). The boy felt the heat running down his face to his ears and looked down, he thanked for his tan skin and Odin who hid the sun so she wouldn't notice. Even now that he was used to being listened attentively by the entire village, he had never talked about that part of his life with anyone, not even Astrid, because it was not necessary, she had seen it with her own eyes.

-What about the blonde girl? I thought you and her... Well, you have a very strong connection, I thought she would have been with you since the beginning.

-You mean Astrid?

-She’s the only blonde girl in the group, Haddock, I doubt you can mistake her for Gobber.

The boy smiled slightly, she was right, and he really needed sleep.

-Oh, well, she became my friend thanks to Toothless, like everyone else, although our story is a little more complicated than that. I remember when we were barely 10 years old I used to go out and walk in the woods as far as I could, and once I got lost, that time I thought the rest of my life I would live among deer and rabbits, but she found me, told me "no Viking should be left behind", then took my hand, guided me through the forest showing me in detail what was the way back. By the time we saw the village again, she had my heart in her hands.

-You really are easy to impress, huh?

-Hey, that was the first time someone from the village care to help me. And the first time someone called me a 'Viking'.

-As you say, lover boy.

-Well, after that, it was about four years of absolutely nothing, at best she scolded me, saying that I had to take my place among others, take things seriously or try harder. Today I understand why she told me all those things, she was one of the few who had a little common sense, and it was always central to her the commitment to Berk and the community, without blind trust, of course. She was the first to trust me and Toothless, the first to know about him, and the first to support me in the fight against the red death. But it was only until that moment that she really saw me, that she regarded me as more than just another child in the village. And after the battle with the dragons ended, she... Well, she fell in love with me, and she didn’t know what to do with that, so she acted like nothing happened, and when I tried to get close to her, she would get me away, usually with hurtful words.

-How did you solve that? You look so close now...- She had the same eyes a kid has when the bedtime story gets too exciting.

-Actually, we fixed it because I exploded and asked for an explanation

-Did you have to explode to ask for an explanation?

-Huh, I guess so.

-And did you told each other how you felt?

-It sounds easier than it is, but yes, long story short we did. Now that we knew that we loved each other, it seemed pretty easy to fix everything, right? Well, we tried to be together for a while, but we realized that we wanted different things, she wanted to stay and I wanted to leave, and that what was good for us was just to support each other and that made our friendship even stronger, she would make sure I don't lose the floor and I would help her... Well, I’m not really sure, but she likes me a lot so I guess I have to do something right. She’s like my soul mate and she’s one of the most important people in my life.

-So you’re not together now?

-Nope, this guy is single. Why? You interested?

Hiccup arched an eyebrow and gave her a smirk. A very dumb one. Merida let out a chortle, although it really sounded far away from a normal laugh.

-Okay, I have experience with rejections, but you didn’t have to make fun of me like that.

Hiccup’s remark only made her laugh more, and instead of feeling offended, the laugh became contagious.

-I guess I have a bright future, I have found my mother, new friends, a mission, an opportunity to learn more about dragons... Maybe I didn’t get a girlfriend with a stunning Scottish accent, but whatever.

-If you keep making me laugh we’ll wake up the others.

-It seems that I touched a nerve.

-You have no idea.

-I could, if you'd like to tell me...

-I would like to, but I’m not sure this is the right timing, you are my priority right now.

There was silence for a moment, a warmer feeling in Hiccup's stomach.

-Gods, you have no idea how much I like to hear that.

Hiccup smiled at Merida, and this time she was the one who suddenly had her face as red as her hair. She didn’t thank anything nor anyone, she was well aware that even in the dark night her carmine face was evident.

-I’d like to say that to you more often, but if you’re going to get all sentimental every time I do, then I think I’ll keep it for special occasions only.

-Ha ha, how funny, even when you blush for my charms you take advantage of my vulnerability.

-You’re not as charming as you think, Haddock.

-Ouch, okay. Thanks for your consideration, but I think a distraction might help, let me listen to you for a while, would you?

Merida sighed, took her hands to her face, hoping the cold touch would help lower the temperature of her cheeks.

-Okay, I’ll tell you.

Hiccup got up, moving a little away from the edge, Toothless accompanied him and settled down so that the two friends could lie down on him and look at the stars. Merida understood and settled down on the side of Hiccup, arranged the blanket that Toothless had brought to cover them both.

-You see, a few years ago, my mother sent three letters to the lords of the allied houses, Macguffin, Dingwall and Macintosh. I had already reached the appropriate age to make the traditional games for the heirs of each house to fight for my hand in marriage.

-Wow, do they really do that in your village?

-I’ll get to that. And actually, we are a kingdom.

-Alright new-world girl, get on with your story.

-So, all my life I lived inside the castle, I only went out to ride Angus or for some lesson; I do not know how my mother expected me to be ready to marry when I had only had human contact with my family and the people who work in the castle; or maybe that’s the whole point. Anyway, back then, my mom and I had a terrible relationship, she wanted me to become this perfect princess, a symbol of righteousness and grace that is always at the service of all and whose life is limited to tending the castle and the lands. And I’ve never wanted that, I mean, now I understand why all the boring protocols I’ve been taught throughout my life are important, and why I'm important. But at the time my mother only thought that this was the only goal of my life and I thought that nothing that happened made sense.

-I think I would have thought the same as you.

-It was difficult not to do so when no one ever explains you the reason for something but force you to obey it.

-Touché.

-When the lords and their sons arrived, my mother explained the rules "Only the firstborn of each clan can compete for the hand of the princess of DunBroch", and well, I am the firstborn of my clan. And, according to tradition, the princess chooses the activity with which the clans compete.

-Let me guess, you chose archery

-Duh. Nonetheless, when I faced the clans to defend my hand I almost started a war. My mother was furious, we had a big fight and I thought that the only way to achieve what I wanted was by changing my mother so that the thought that bethrothing me to some lord was not necessary. I took Angus and I rode into the forest, we reached some very old stone steles, in my kingdom we say that those stones were placed by benevolent trolls, and that there they wrote instructions to control magic, as a symbol of peace between the men and the creatures of the forest. It’s a very important magic center. When I got there, the first thing I saw was a path of little blue fire-like creatures, what we call Will-o’-the-whisp, souls that decided to stay longer on earth to guide the living to their destiny. They took me to a witch’s cabin and I asked for an enchantment to change my mother, I wanted her to stop believing that marriage was a good idea, but when I came home and gave the enchantment to my mom, she turned into a bear. Once again I acted without knowing the consequences.

"Magic really is strong in DunBroch", he thought while trying to hide his amazed expression. At the same time, he remembered having an encounter with something very similar to this souls Merida described, but kept it to himself.

-Then I had to take her out of the castle, and try to find answers. Meanwhile, my mom and I had the opportunity to get to know each other a little better, she listened to me and I listened to her, or something like that, she was a bear, she couldn’t communicate with anything but gestures.

-That explains why it is so easy for you to understand Toothless.- he said, althoug he didn't mean it to be outloud. He scolded himself.

-You think so? Corona is also tactful with animals and this boy gets along very well with Jack.

She said as she scratched the dragon’s forehead, he seemed very comfortable and happy.- He relaxed a bit, he hadn't lied anyways.

-Yes, but you listen more calmly and do it more often, I think you are the only one who "converses" with him besides me. I would even say you're his second favorite, after me, of course.

Toothless turned a little to lick Merida’s face.

-Toothless, I told you that doesn’t come off! Stubborn, giant lizard. Wait, I have a handkerchief over here.

-Don’t worry, that's how you show affection, don’t you? oh, poor boy, the bad Viking mistreats you?

Toothless nodded, feigning a painful scream as Merida scratched his chin.

-Great, another rejection.

-What can I say?, everyone wants a little of me, you should get used to it.

-And here I thought that this trip would lead me to make more friends, not to lose those I already have.

-Do you want to keep listening to my story or are you going to keep feeling sorry for yourself?

-Please continue, at least I will know well who is leaving me alone in the world once more.

Merida rolled her eyes, but she contained laughter.

-Well, we went back to the witch’s cabin, and it turned out she left us a message, said we only had two days to undo the enchantment or my mother would become a bear forever, and just recited a couple of rhymes as a clue.

The girl cleared her throat a little and gave a more mystical tone to her voice:

-’Fate be changed, look inside. Mend the bond torn by pride.’

Hiccup felt chills, sometimes he forgets that Merida can have visions and recite prophecies, when the girl’s blue eyes became glassy, as if looking at something in the distance, while speaking in Gaelic.

-That was really creepy.

-I think you’re too soft.

-Oh come on, attacking me again. Better keep talking.

-As you wish. The point is that it didn’t really tell us anything, so we left, frustrated. Well, before that we made a couple of weird mixes with the jars the witch had left and almost destroyed the whole cabin.

-I think we should reconsider entrusting you with the spell...

-Haven’t you just say you wanted a chance to prove yourself despite your mistakes and-

-Okay, okay, I get it.

-Better. Then we were discouraged and nervous, but once again the will-o’-the-whisp guided us, this time towards the ruins of an old kingdom. That’s where I had my first vision. I touched a broken carved stone, and I saw a man become a bear in an ancient throne room. You see, my mother always told me the story of an ancient kingdom, the king divided the kingdom among his four sons before he died, but the elder was superb, and proclaimed himself the legitimate leader of all the land above his brothers, The war on those lands continued until my father and the lords united to defeat a common enemy. Remember when I told you how my father lost his leg?

-He was attacked by a bear called Mort

-Mor'du, but yes. It turned out that in all that time, the greedy son who faced his brothers became Mor'du, he wanted the strength of 10 men and asked the witch for the same enchantment as me. When I returned to the present and saw the broken stone, I understood what the witch told me: during the fight with my mother, I cut in half a tapestry that she was making, the whole family was in it, I sliced my sword right were my mother and I held hands. That tapestry had to be mended. Suddenly, in the shadows I saw a huge beast full of arrows that pierced his thick skin, a blind eye, and a black and ruffled fur that was advancing dangerously towards me. Without knowing it, we had entered Mor'du’s home. My mother and I ran and we managed to lose him. Now that we knew what to do, we went sneaking to the palace. Meanwhile, in the castle, things were getting tense, the lords wanted to know which clan I was going to marry. My father defended me every second...

Merida smiled slightly, remembering her father's courage.

-Before mending the tapestry we had to avoid a war, so I went to talk to the lords while my mother explained to me with signs what to say, and against all odds, my mother asked me to say to break with tradition and give me and the young heirs, the opportunity to follow our heart and find love in its time.

-That's hard to believe, amazing.

-I know, I wouldn't have expected it, I was honestly about to pick one of those three before my mother stopped me to give a precious speech about making our own decisions.

-Really? Which one were you going to choose?

Hiccup's eyes were mischievous. In less than a second, Merida’s face was boiling.

-It is not important.

-Oh, come on, I don’t even know them.

-Most likely you will.

-Even if I have the pleasure of meeting then, I promise not to tell anyone.

-Hiccup, I trust you, I’m not worried that you’ll tell them, I’m worried that you’ll know.

-All right, I won't insist further.

Until then she had not wanted to tell anyone, but Hiccup had entrusted her with a vulnerable part of his life. It wasn’t that she owed him anything, but she wanted things to be reciprocal, so she took a deep breath and let go:

-Macguffin, I would have chosen Macguffin.

Hiccup seemed surprised, but ventured to ask more.

-What is Macguffin like?

-Well, today I know he’s kind, altruistic, sensitive and a great friend, but at the time I would have chosen him more than anything because the other two guys didn’t show their best side, Macintosh had a terrifying outburst of anger when his shot wasn’t perfect, And Dingwall just looked distracted and you could tell miles away that he was only there to do a duty to his clan, at least Macguffin seemed interested in me and not in my title. Although if we’re strict, I should have been Lady Dingwall, he was the one who hit his the bullseye, even if it was mere coincidence.

-Merida Macguffin... It doesn’t sound so bad. They match.

The girl hid her face between her red curls, and spoke to Hiccup in a very faint voice.

-For Gods’ sake, Haddock.

The boy laughed.

-Come on, Merida, I’m just messing with you.

-I know...

-Why don’t you finish your story instead? I suppose you managed to break the spell.

The girl looked up at Hiccup, nodded and came out of her hiding.

-Fortunately, although it was not easy, the will-o'-the-wisp led me once again to the stones, they were about to kill my mother, I had to fight with my father, and if it was not enough trouble, Mor'du decided to go out to greet. My mother and the devil bear had a gruesome fight, but Mom got one of the stones to fall on him. When Mor'du stopped breathing, his soul came out of his body and gave us a little bow, before turning into a whisp himself; it seems he just needed someone to free him from the bear skin he got himself into. When it was all over, the sun began to shine, I hurried and covered my mother with the tapestry, begging the gods and fate not to be too late. And for a moment it was it, I saw my mother lose the white in her eyes and become just a creature of the forest, and I felt the weight of the world on me. I thought I had lost her forever, and it was my fault. There are still days when I have nightmares where I really lose her like that, where i loose her because I was selfish and stubborn.- He saw something in Merida, something he thougt impossible: fear, regret.

-That day, life gave me another chance, and my mother returned to her human form, just like my brothers. After all the fuss, my mother and I really changed, I took her lessons more seriously, and she was more patient with me. Now we both hear each other, and we understand each other, we’re closer than ever.- Merida was watching something beyond the sea in front o of them, her eyes full of love and pain at the same time. She was far from home.

-Despite everything, I wanted to learn more about magic, how to use it, stop it, and mold it as much as possible. So without telling my parents, I went to take lessons with the same witch who gave me the spell that time, I mean, she just gave me what I asked for, and I know some problems would have been avoided if she had explained in detail what was going to happen and how to undo the spell, but she’s the only one who knew magic in the whole kingdom, and being something so alive and so present in our lives, it seemed wrong not to know anything about it, even if in doing so, I hurt the relationship with my family... My parents didn’t want me to go near magic again, but being in DunBroch that’s impossible.

-I think I understand you, the dragons were also as present in our life as the sheep and we never stopped to think why they attacked us. We just took the war for granted.

-You know? The relic I’m trying to save on this mission belongs to one of the clans, blesses them with good harvests every day of the year, and we all rely heavily on those harvests during the winter, if I didn't have asked the witch for help, right now we wouldn’t know what to do, chaos would ensue and everyone in the kingdom would be dead by next spring. I honestly think we all make a great team, I’m sure we’re gonna make it. I know that even after we recover the magic of the relic, we have a lot ahead of us. You don’t know how grateful I am to everyone for helping us with this and trusting me.

Merida tried to hide a yawn, and failed. Hiccup sneered.

-Don’t you think I should have been the one bored by your story? Or doesn’t Her Majesty usually sleep late?

-My story was not boring, Haddock. And, just so you know, I sleep a lot, sometimes in the castle, it is necessary for my mother to take the triplets to bother me to get me out of bed. And between my unexpected insomnia, Toothless and this delicious blanket, I’m more comfortable than you’d expect to be out in the open at midnight.

Hiccup realized that he was also starting to feel heavy on his eyelids. Finally, he was resting.

-Sorry I woke you up and worried you, but i'm thankful that you did.

-Hey, we’re more than a team, okay? We’re friends. The day you need me and I’m not there for you is the day my heart stops beating, I promise.

He took a moment to see the stars shining on him, and then to Merida and the kind smile she had over him. There was something comfortable in her, and not just that, she was amazing in all kinds of aspects; he found himself mentally listing all of them.

-Well...- She looked nervious and her cheeks were light pink, maybe he stared at her a little too long- I think it's time for us to go back before we fall sleep here, don't you think?

-Yeah, sure, you're right.- He got up in a jump. -Let's go.- He extended his hand to help her get up, she took it.

-I'll take the blanket!- She said in a playful tone, and hurried to cover herself with the thick fabric.

-How considerate of you...- He looked at her like she was dressed in jewels and silk. Fortunately, Merida was already walking back and didn't noticed.

That morning Hiccup thought that he would have a broken heart for the rest of the trip at least, but as he saw her leave, he realized that he wasn't so sure anymore.

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princessbratzblogz · 2 months

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wishing she was inside of me.

I need my mommy.

wishing she was curling her fingerings deep in my cunt, rubbing my core of built up orgasm.

I need my mommy.

slowly rubbing my clit, in a circle

then spread my slit.

ugh I need my mommy.

grinding on my own finger isn’t enough, only her fingers makes my overfilled well drip.

the way she pulls my hair and forces eye contact.

the way she sluts out my ego. forcing my masculinity to be handled with femininity.

softening me up by slutting me out.

mommy I miss you.

only you can touch it like that and do it well mommy. only you can bounce on my cunt, and make my clit so big it slips in you while we scissor.

keep making me throb mommy. because only you will be able to satisfy the throb mommy.

I’ll be a good boy and wait, but please force me to be a good boy.

I have too much pride, fck it out me till it’s dripping.

Show me that my pride can easily get slutted away. Degrade me with your kindness while making me hear what I let you do to me.

Let me beg you for more. so you can see how serious of a need it is for you to please me. So much of a need, I’ll wait for whenever you’re willling. Because everytime is the best time.

Just know that, even though my cunt needs you alll the time, I’m so needy for you mommy I’ll take you anytime.

Anytime you allow it mommy.

I may be a boy, but I love when you are In charge.

I may be dominant outside of bed, but only you can force me to be submissive in it.

so let me throb mommy, just please when you do give it to me, give it to me good mommy. show me why I’m pathetic and patient for mommy. 🩷

because you do so good everytime 🙇🏾

- a healing trans boy 🤓✊🏾/dude Capricorn

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lpsluvblr · 5 months

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Ok, here goes, some Vinnie touch-centered headcanons:

this one might be obvious at this point but his love language is very much physical touch

his favourite ways of being hugged is to be hugged from behind or being picked up in any way to get hugged

he looooves massages, professional or not, foot or back massages are great for him. He was not aware how great it would feel for him until one day he went to a spa with Zoe, not thinking much about it, he was just mainly going there to spend some time with his friend, you know? But then he received a massage and was never the same again

kinda related to the previous one, but he loves massage chairs and whenever seeing one, like in a shopping mall of something, he can't help but spend his money on that sweet sweet massage chair (idk how common it is actually so I thought I should explain that what I mean is that in especially bigger shopping malls here there are sometimes one or two massage chairs that you can use for a certain amount of time for certain amount of money and that's what I mean)

as much as he is not willing for his hair to be touched because he doesn't want it messed up, he's more than happy to let someone play or experiment with it because just kinda touching around his scalp and pulling on his hair feels sooo good, especially the pulling part

sometimes when he really craves touch and it so happens that someone else (that he wants to be touched by) is standing right next to him but not quite touching he willl be so distracted by it because he wants that touch so much he just keep focusing on that person and he swears he feels the hair on his arms standing in anticipation

whenever he is especially content with touch and is in a standing position he will lift one of his legs, happens especially with kissing but can be anything really

he's perfectly fine with being picked up at any moment for any reason, no warning needed, and in any way too, be it sitting on someone's shoulders or back or being held bridal style but also being picked up like a luggage or upside down is fine with him

if he really wants your attention and is not getting it (or just feels like it) he will cling to one of your legs with his entire body, so now you have a choice, either give him what he wants or try walking like it (orrrr I mean you can try to kick him off, shouldn't be that hard actually)

he loooves touching muscular people because first - it's impressive, second - it feels so different to usual soft not muscly skin and I mean, it's not like most people he knows have any sort of muscles. So if he has a permission, yes yes he wants to touch the pecks and he also wants to test the strenght by hanging off of their arms and stuff like that

ok, and a last one for now, sometimes he will pretend to trip just to "accidentaly" fall into someone's arms. No no, he didn't do that on purpose, he just tripped, you know like he often does, and just so happened to fall into someone's arms >:3

Ok this took some time to get to too sorry haha but as always I’m so excited that this was sitting in my ask box so let’s GOOOOO!!!

-This first one I agree 100% he can’t live without touch it’s a fact at this point even if he acted like he could I believe he really couldn’t especially if the person he wants touch from isn’t around then he’s just sad awe give him all touch this man needs this 😩

- hugs yes he needs all the hugs it’s a way he can be so close to someone plus being squished/squeezed seems like something he associate with a positive feeling kinda like oh they are squeezing me with this hug that must me they really missed me or maybe they need that hug as well? So he’s happy to do so. On a side note he’s so easy to pick up and at this point it’s easier then walking so if the offer is there of corse he’d jump on it lol and being lifted a chance to be tall for a bit yes please!

- him going to the spa so much they’d know him by name and what he wants his friends may have to have an intervention for him Zoe doesn’t know it yet but she’s giving him a new addiction lol and he seems like the type to also spend money on what makes him happy so every pay check would just be spent there but he wouldn’t see it “darling you have a problem” “what no I don’t!” “you can’t make me stop” and they’d. Try to explain to much of a good thing to him but they’d support his happiness and relaxation by saying he could do spa dates with Zoe instead lol

- every time he goes to the mall he just books it to the chairs lol they just leave him there “oh he’s fine we know where to find him” or they make Vinnie the meeting spot like “meet back to Vinnie in an hour?” Bonus sometimes he falls asleep but it’s such a good nap though!

- his hair though you don’t know how many styles I’ve pictured him with but I know you like it long for him so I’m going to go with that for this but yes! That and the girls style it in so many ways and he just sits/ lays there and lets them relaxed plus having it washed by someone else he’d be in heaven letting it happen I have to admit I agree with him lol

- THIS ok so he just is there and they are so close but he just can’t get to what he wants (poor thing) I wonder if he’d eventually find a way to get closer to that person or just let them be and sit there in space dreaming of their touch or he goes home imagining that a pillow for example would be what he didn’t get in the moment and he hold regret but imagine when he did get what he wanted he’d never let it go.

- awe this one is such a classic I feel like if just shows that he’s so happy but listen if he had a tail it would be wagging imagine little wags when he’s happy but back one track to his little happy leg habit soooo cute!!

- again Vinnie is just made for this I mean he’s small and chill so he’s just down for whatever lol plus it could be useful for a bunch of reasons like imagine (he’s mad and wants to fight someone and he gets picked up and leaves with said person or he’s super drunk and he just gets thrown over the shoulders of someone and is like “ok” there’s so many real this man can just be scooped he loves it so much though.

-Lol this one made me laugh he just won’t let go image he’s clinging while whining too the more the better so he’ll have a better chance of getting what he wants and he’s strong when he wants to be so I guess that person is stuck with him now until he decides he’s done with you 🤣

-I think I know where this one came from 🤭 but this man cannot resist muscles,abs I mean not just staring but getting to touch would be sensory pleasure for him and I bet he could just sit there for hours just touching muscles and being like 🤤 its why he can’t go to the gym anymore because he just can’t handle all the muscle men being in one place and he hopes they all eventually ask “wanna feel?” And then they flex for him plus him hanging off of things is also something I headcannon him doing for fun like minka so yeah why wouldn’t someone’s body be one of those things lol

- manipulation I LOVE not as dumb as you think he is hehe especially with Sunil I swear he’d also act like it kinda hurt to get extra attention even going as far as to make a popping sound at the right moment for extra affect BUT really that’s a true headcannon right there I mean did you see the first episode bro knew what he was doing 😆

This was so much fun! Gah I gotta get to sending you more things too I love seeing how others see them especially your beloved I learn new things about him everyday and it inspires me so much Thank you!!! 🙃

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Hey miss Amy do you know what happens when a lee decides to turn the tables and tease her favorite tickle blog? No? Weeeeell youre about to find ooooout cause imma gitcha, imma gitcha really good, first imma get these siiiides~ oh? That tickles miss Amy? Well what if iiiii tickleeeed these ribbies? Oh yes I know I know it tickles alot doesnt it? And you're not even fighting back! Awww youre just the cutest! You look like youre having fun but dont think ive forgotten your armpits miss Amy~ oh yes thats right i knowwww tickle tickle tickle! Awww poor miss Amy its okay I know you really cant escape now but its okay youre only gonna be here until I've had fun with all your spots~ and we still have so many to go~

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Two, Part One.

So, I know the first chapter was a flop, but still, I persist for the two people who are reading it. I’m not going to embarrass myself by applying a chapter unlock feature, since it’s clear it isn’t popular enough, but since the second chapter is not far off 7,000 words, I thought I’d split it. Second half willl come at the weekend.

So yeah, if you like it, let me know, because right now I’m stuck thinking it’s a pile of shit. Either that or people just don’t like the idea of the boys as vampires. I can promise you, it’s nothing represented cheesily, or like Twilight either. I write true to the more authentic characterisation of the undead. But meh, whatevs. Can’t force you to like it.

Previous Chapters - One

Words - 3,087

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Ursula's POV

"My dearest, come sit. You cannot just stare out of the window aimlessly until the shutters come down," my husband tells me as I stand staring through the glass, opening the connection between my offspring and I, the vampire who is like a son to me, feeling his rage and distress fully. When you've had their blood and they yours, when you are the one who made them, you feel them always. You feel their emotions, and they yours. You can even call for them without the use of a telephone, or telepathy. It is more of a feeling you give out that they immediately respond to, the call of their creator. No vampire can deny it, unless they're incapacitated. I'd call out to Angel right now if he wasn't chained up in the CD, to have him at my side. I know he did wrong, I know he had to be punished, but feeling his pain hurts my soul. Yes, vampires do have them, souls.

"Charles, I just cannot rest. His distress is too strong, he's in pain and I know I will sense every ounce of it over the next two months while he is being punished, but right now I just cannot steel myself. I know at my age I have to, and I should find it easy, but I've never been without him. I miss him.” My lamentation is delivered with blinking a bloodied tear that has gathered at my lashes, letting it roll down my cheek. We cry tears of blood because our bodies hold no actual water, in case you wondered. We literally are what we eat. Blood.

"I know, I can hear it in your voice. I miss him as well, but this had to happen. We've done our best with him, even though he has always been troublesome. Even after he turned a hundred years old, he didn't settle fully, we all know of the certain issue he has that cannot be helped, as much as the dear boy has honestly tried. Maybe though, this might do the trick. As his creator, I know you've been tough with him, of course you have and this is not your failing, but maybe him being put through some serious pain might have a better effect.” I hear the couch creak and then a split second later, he is behind me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my head. I sink into his comforting embrace, finally coming away from the window when he pulls me back, going to sit down on the couch with him in front of the fire. We're very oldie world like that. We appreciate an open fire, even though we vampires have no necessity for warmth.

Feeling a flare of rage rip right through Angel, I close my eyes and try to transmit something soothing to him, imploring him to calm down. My beautiful boy, he’s so very bad tempered. "I can only hope you're right. I'm lucky I didn't lose him altogether, and I just have to hope his loyalty to me will prevent him from snapping again like this, that he truly understands what the punishment would be to me if he did. I have to hope that, at least.”

Charles strokes my hair, smiling thinly. "He is exceedingly loyal, and very protective of you, too. I should think the threat of you being hurt for his misdeeds in the future will act as a deterrent probably more than the pain he'll be put through.” I still feel no more peaceful, but I know I do have to try, at least, because of the fact that Angel can feel my emotions. Knowing I'm upset will make him worse. Ever since I gave him the choice to be turned or not one hundred years ago, he's never been away from me. Just the same as his brother, EZ, Charles's offspring, has never been away from him. We're a family. Charles and I had been together for a very long time prior to turning them, over five hundred years.

I met him in 1416, while traveling through Venice. He was roughly the age EZ and Angel are now when I met him, in his one hundred and thirties. I was four hundred and twenty-one years old, and even though such age gap pairings between vampires are not common, I completely fell for him. I had never met a more charismatic man when I was alive, or vampire in my living death than Charles. He is very old British aristocracy, and still speaks with that proper cadence I find truly charming. He has kept me captivated me from the moment I met him. He settled into his vampirism in much the same way EZ has, and had a wonderful composure about him. We vampires can be rather reckless for our first one hundred years, until we begin to mature at one hundred.

When my travels lead me away from Venice, Charles came with me, and we've never been apart since. We married (in a vampire ceremony, of course) around a hundred years after we met. A lot of people assume that vampires are loveless creatures, incapable of feeling anything other than the drives to feed, kill or copulate. Yes, those drives are strong, I shall not lie, but they are not the only things a vampire is capable of experiencing, emotionally. It's just that humans are not typically who vampires bond with. It isn't unheard of, of course. Plenty of my friends over the years have chosen human companions, as did I once, but you scarcely find it in a younger vampire.

It is here that my mind turns back to Angel, and I am relieved to feel him feeling more soothed. They must have just allowed him to feed, for that need within him feels placated. He’s an absolute beast when he’s hungry, so temperamental! I remember once, back when I’d not long turned him, when our sustenance was thin on the ground and he couldn’t find a willing food source. The absolute conniptions! He is, as apparently he was in his life, a bit of a drama queen at times. I slapped him and told him to behave, before going out and seeking a willing donor for him. He’s a very charming vampire, but he often forgets such charisma when hunger plagues him.

He’ll be going through that all over again at the Correctional Department, forced hunger. They'll allow him to feed once a day, which isn't enough for a young vampire of his age to be sustained, but they're doing that for a reason. The reason is to keep him weak. He'll still be unquestionably strong, but much weaker than he would be at full strength. Depending on how he behaves, they could even take away his right to feed daily just as extra punishment. We vampires can last without blood for a long time, but in a severely weakened state. I just hope he doesn't give them the kind of trouble that would warrant that.

At my grand old age of one thousand, one hundred and six years old, I need very little blood to survive. Three feeds per week see me right, but after going to see Angel again earlier where he was being detained since the incident three nights ago, I just do not feel like taking my second feed of the week, my appetite affected negatively by it. However, I was glad I saw him one last time, before I will now not see him for eight weeks. He thanked me eternally for saving his life and pleading his case to the authorities. What I had to say, well, I wasn't so sure it'd work, but sometimes with humans, the most simplistic discourse is often the most effective. I find it better to not confuse them, and they can be easily confusable creatures. They're not as sharp as us by a long shot.

I put it to them clearly, how would they feel if two intruders came onto their property, shot two of their pets dead when expressly told they wouldn't harm them if they just left the property, and then attacked them to steal their blood? That is what they did to Angel, attacking the nest (our word for a gathering of vampires all under the same roof) when he was the only one home. Charles and I were out at a social gathering with other vampires, EZ was out walking the desert with the other two wolves, leaving just Angel and the two female wolves. According to him (and I believe him, I know he isn't lying) Astrid and Stellar began making a noise outside, and when he went out to investigate, he found a man standing on the front path leading up to the porch of our home.

He pulled a gun and said unless Angel called off the wolves, he would shoot them, and before he could even reply two shots were fired from a second person, hitting both wolves while the man on the path threw a silver net at my boy. Of course, silver binds vampires and renders us powerless, but the fool didn't do a very good job of throwing it at Angel properly, and managed to escape, thank heavens.

He then proceeded to literally tear them limb from limb, draining them before they got to do the same to him. Vampire blood is of high value on the black market, for those seeing the effects of the dead blood on themselves, which can differ greatly from person to person. Some, but nonetheless that is what they were there to do. Of course, I felt his anger go into overload and rushed home as soon as I picked up on it, but it was too late. I found him standing covered in the blood of his victims, staring down at the two beautiful white wolves who lay slain upon the porch.

Animals are who he has the greatest respect for, he values their lives above those of humans, which is the same with a lot of us. He loved those wolves immeasurably; he'd reared them from cubs when they were abandoned by their mother. The wild wolf population, same as any other wild animal percentage flourished greatly after the disaster. You should see some of the animals we count among our wildlife. It isn't uncommon for the humans to find a baboon going through their trash, or zebra grazing on less arid pastures. When the disaster struck, those animals escaped their zoos and sanctuaries, ran wild and flourished. With little interference from the hand of man, they bred plentifully. I'll never forget walking out of our home one evening and seeing a giraffe standing there staring at me as he ate leaves from one of our trees. It gave me quite the giggle.

It has only been over the last ten years that there has been an animal regulation and control force active again, people who can deal with these kinds of animals and round them up to go back into the zoos their ancestors came from. There are a lot of animal liberation activists fighting this though, trying to let the animals run wild since they tend to stick to less densely populated places. Anyway, Angel found the Gray wolf babies one night about four years ago and brought them home. Two males and two females, the males grey and the females pure white.

They were beautiful, and they had the temperaments of dogs unless they sensed that anyone meant us harm. They guarded the house for us while we slept, and were wonderful companions. The other two, Icarus and Thor haven't left Angel's room since he was taken away. Not even to hunt. Leaving Charles to his book, I head up there myself, into the deep grey walled room and over the dark floorboards towards the big, black bed, upon which two big grey wolves lie upon. I sit down and they both look up at me with sad eyes, whining a little as they shuffle over to me, receiving the affection I give in the form of stroking their lovely, long ears.

"I know, I miss him too," I tell them, sighing. Since we vampires don't breathe, you must get the measure of how low I feel at present to actually do that. We sometimes breathe again, but we're not consciously doing it. Like in moments of exertion, fight or flight, or engaging in sexual acts, our body remembers and the chest begins to rise and fall until the moment is over and we become still again.

"Are you hungry? I'm pretty sure there's food for you downstairs. Food, yes?" I try and encourage them with, getting up off the bed and heading to the door. Just when I think they're not going to follow me, Icarus is the first to move, followed shortly by Thor. I head back downstairs into the kitchen (not that we use it for its actual function) and over to the only human contraption in here, save the kettle and the deep freeze. I have a few human friends, and I like to be able to prepare a beverage should they choose one, even though the smell nauseates me. We vampires just cannot stand the smell of food and drink. Our diet is blood, and anything else turns our stomachs. Opening said contraption, the large double door of the refrigerator, I see a large plate containing two chickens, and take them out to place in each of their big, stone bowls. I then remove those once used by Astrid and Stellar, since we buried them three nights ago.

Icarus and Thor sniff at the chickens before beginning to eat, while I make a mental note to defrost more of the meat Angel has stock piled in the large freezer at the other end of the kitchen. The wolves do usually hunt for their food, but they're extremely spoiled by their master, who always makes sure they have a plentiful supply here at home. I was wrong when I warned him a food supply in the house would make them lazy. They still relish in hunting down their prey, and Angel has done a good job in teaching them not to hunt humans. If only he could teach himself the same. No, I mustn't mislead you there. He doesn't hunt humans, he just… he can't control himself with them at certain times. He's actually fairly human friendly for a vampire; he doesn't loathe them all. He just dislikes a high percentage.

"H, EZ," I say into the nothingness that suddenly then contains the large form of my other child. I felt the presence of another vampire suddenly, and not my husband so I knew it had to be him. Technically, he isn't really my vampire child since he is Charles's offspring, but I look at him as much.

"Ursula," he greets me with, his tone flat. I know he isn't happy about Angel's incarceration either. Why would he be? That’s his elder brother chained up in there, he’s quite rightly pissed off at present. "How is he?"

"He's alright for the moment, he's fed and pacified but still irritated, obviously," I detail, while he walks further across the kitchen to me, his heavy boots echoing across the tiled floor.

He raises his eyebrows, smirking a little. "Of course, he is. This is Angel after all, Angel who is being detained by humans also. He's bound to be annoyed to the root of his fangs and back." Just then, I pick up on a flicker of energy in the house, one that I felt after EZ arrived, but that suddenly just got a little brighter.

"Who's the human you've brought back?" I ask, smiling at him widely and watching his lips twitch. The grin grows after a few moments.

"I forget her name; I wasn’t really paying attention.” Typical EZ. If you’re human, he doesn’t really have a lot of time for anything you might have to say to him, but if you’re female and attractive, he’ll fuck the living hell out of you for hours on end. "Twenty-two, big breasted and obsessed with fucking vampires, I do remember, though. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to entertain her until dawn. See you in the evening.”

"You might want to hurry, I think she's started without you." I call after him as he walks out, watching him suddenly vanish as he moves at our speed, his laughter echoing the hallway in his wake. I can feel energies, just the same as other vampires can, but because of my age I can feel them a little more strongly, and I knew from the moment she began touching herself that the young lady upstairs couldn't wait for EZ to arrive at her side again. I could feel her instant arousal, and no doubt quite soon, I'll be able to smell it, too. That's how sharp our sense of smell is.

I head back to Charles, sitting to converse with him until we begin to grow tired just as the electronic shutters fall to cover our windows and protect us from the dawn, and once I've closed all the heavy drape curtains in the sitting room, we both head upstairs to bed. Most humans find it strange to learn a high percentage of us sleep in beds, but the truth is a coffin is only necessary if you yourself feel the need to be in one, or if you're within a location where the light cannot be securely blocked out.

I prefer my husband to be next to me while I rest, even though I will not wake in my sleep unless something great disturbs me, like extreme distress from Angel. Simply, will lie like a dead body. It is as I close my eyes to rest that I reach out to Angel one last time, and feel what he is feeling. He's tired, the dawn naturally making him sleepy as it does to all vampires. I just hope he can rest comfortably enough, since he is to remain in a tied standing position, allowed no coffin to sleep within down in the chamber he is being detained in. It's part of his punishment, and I must steel myself to that.

"Sleep well, my child." I whisper into the darkness, before sleep takes its hold.

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