#hiccup x oc fanfic

[fresh-new-yoik-watah]

Duplicity

CHAPTER TWO:

where am i?

a/n: revised chapter two is here!!!!

pairing: Hiccup x OC

warnings: panicking?

word count: 2.5k

MA STERLIST

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Pain.

Immense, immeasurable pain.

It scorched through, overwhelming her senses and consumed her entirely. Her head felt as if it were splitting open, the sensation raw and jagged, like her very being was being torn apart, limb from limb. She couldn’t tell where parts of her body ended and began—arm, leg, face—it was all fire, a searing, unrelenting inferno.

Aja pried her eyelids apart with extreme effort, sticky, like peeling apart parchment left out in the rain. Her vision swam, shifting in and out of focus as though she were submerged in a pool of paint, shapes blurring and colors bleeding together, muted and formless.

She blinked furiously, ignoring the pulse of pain that flared each time her eyelids met, urging the haze to lift. Shadows slowly sharpened into lines, and she made out the details of a low wooden ceiling, weathered and cracked, and a flicker of firelight somewhere, casting shadows across the rough walls. She inhaled shakily, a thick scent of smoke, and somewhere, faintly, herbs.

Where was she?

Fragmented memories surged forward unbidden, like waves craves crashing against jagged rocks—flames, darkness, icy cold dragging her down into ocean depths. She squeezed her eyes shut again, as though she could force the memories away, but they lingered, relentless. Her hands curled into fists, the bit of movement sending bolts of white-hot pain through her side, like her veins had been electrified.

Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she forced her eyes open once more, now noticing she was lying on a bed, or something close to it, her torso wrapped tightly in linen bandages, reeking of blood and something sour.

Her gaze darted around the room, her vision finally clearing. Shelves lined the walls, overflowing with jars filled with unidentifiable slosh, dried plants tied in bundles, and trinkets she couldn’t quite identify, and in the center of the room was the source of the firelight, a cauldron bubbling over a flame, releasing thin trails of steam.

Then she saw them.

Two figures standing by the door, their backs turned to her. One tall, lean, with long auburn hair braided into thick, rope-like plaits that cascaded down their back like coiled vines; the other shorter and a bit more broad, having loose, wheat-like hair that covered a fur hood. Aja’s heart thudded hard against her ribs, and she forced her breaths to remain shallow, attempting to avoid aggravating the pain in her side.

Her fingers twitched toward her waist, seeking the familiar weight of her knives that would’ve been there—strapped securely to her belt, within easy reach—they had to be, her only chance was to be ready to fight, to defend herself.

But the tip of her middle finger met bare hipbone, her belt—her knives—weren’t there.

Without thinking, she tried to move to look down, and her body protested violently, sending fiery waves of pain that ripped through her limbs, and before she could stop it, a gasp escaped from her mouth, raw and involuntary, and loud enough that the two women at the door turned sharply toward her.

She froze, her wide blue eyes locking onto theirs. She felt like prey caught in the sightlines of hunters, and how ironic, as she was usually the hunter. Her muscles coiled instinctively despite the agony that screamed against them, every fiber of her telling her to be ready to flee, but her injuries trapped her, her own body betraying her.

The taller woman moved first, green eyes locked onto Aja, her expression held somewhere between concern and curiosity. Aja’s heart pounded harder as the woman moved closer, she wanted to shrink into herself, hide away.

The woman crouched beside her bed, close but not too imposing, as though trying not to startle her. She turned her head slightly toward the blonde, murmuring quietly, “Get Hiccup.”

The other woman hesitated, her own eyes lingering on Aja for a brief moment. Then, without a word, she slipped out of the room, the door creaking as it closed behind her.

The woman’s focus shifted back to Aja. She didn’t reach out, didn’t touch her—simply watched, as though gauging whether she might bolt like a frightened animal.

“You’re alright,” she said, her voice warm, like a blanket on a cold night that had been heated by a hot brick.

The reassurance did nothing to abate the tension in Aja’s shoulders, her muscles remaining taut, ready to spring into motion should her body allow it, but something in the woman’s demeanor did give her pause; there was no malice in her gaze, only concern. Aja studied her more closely, noting the soft lines etched into the skin at the corners of her eyes and mouth, a few faint creases on her forehead, she seemed close to the age her mother might have been—had she lived.

“Can you understand me?” the woman asked gently, tilting her head slightly.

Aja hesitated, her throat dry and tight as she weighed whether to respond. She managed a small, tentative nod.

The woman’s thin lips curved into a faint smile. “Good.“

Her hand reached for something on a nearby table, returning with a small wooden cup that looked polished smooth from frequent use. “Here,” she held it out. “Drink.”

Aja glanced at the cup, her instincts warring with her thirst, whether or not she could trust this stranger—if she had a choice but to. The woman remained patient, calm, continuing to hold the cup, and eventually, Aja relented.

She raised a trembling hand, wincing from the sting that accompanied, and took it, bringing it up to her cracked lips and taking a small, tentative sip. It was just water, but it felt heavenly as it trickled down her throat, cooling her insides, soothing the flame, and she drank the rest greedily, emptying as though it might’ve vanished if she didn’t.

The woman spoke again, her voice now probing with curiosity. “The chief found you,” she said. “You were quite injured.

Aja stilled, her grip tightening, as the woman continued. “Do you remember what happened?”

Floods of fire, screams, oranges and black, clawed their way to the forefront of her mind, tearing past whatever barrier her brain had built in an attempt to protect her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale shorter and sharper than the last, and the walls seemed to be closing in around her, the flickering fire from the cauldron warping into the flames of the ship in her mind’s eye. Her fingers dug into the thin blanket beneath her as she shook her head violently, as though she could force the memories back into the recesses of her mind.

“I—I have to go,” she stammered, her voice rising in pitch, trembling with desperation. “I have—”

A flash of her fathers face, the moment his eyes widened with something unrecognizable, as if he had forgotten who she was or that she was there.

Was he alive?

Was anyone else alive?

She tried to sit up, the need to escape overwhelming all else, but another sear of pain ripped through her ribs, stealing her breath as the cup slipped out of her hand and clattered against the floor.

“My fath—” Aja gasped, her voice cracking. “I have to—!”

Thin hands reached for hers, their touch steady, brushing against her trembling knuckles softly back and forth. “Breath child, you’re safe here,” the woman whispered, voice carrying the same steady cadence as the tide lapping against the shore.

But Aja barely registered her words, breaths coming in more erratic. She felt as though an iron band had coiled around her ribs, constricting tighter, refusing to let her lungs expand.

Her eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for something—anything—familiar to ground her.

A sharp creak cut through the storm in her mind, like a crack of thunder, stilling her through sheer unexpectedness. Her head snapped toward the source, her body still trembling but held in place.

The first thing she saw was green.

Eyes. Not the vibrant, crystalline green of precious stones, but softer, earthy—moss-like, as if they belonged to someone molded by the soil, incredibly disarming even as her instincts screamed to stay on guard.

The rest of a face came into focus, features slowly being unearthed like pieces of a hidden treasure. Speckles and blotches dotted his face—freckles, most likely—but they mingled with smudges of dirt and soot, blurring the line between where nature had marked him and where human began.

He was a boy.

Well, not a boy, but it had felt wrong to call him man. Youthful, was a better word. He had a wiry, lean frame, and his brown hair was tousled, sticking up in uneven tufts as thought he’d run his hands through it far too many times.

He moved with a slight hitch in his stride, unevenness so subtle that it might have gone unnoticed if not for the soft squeak that accompanied each of his steps. Aja’s eyes dropped, following the song and landing on his foot—or rather, the metal prosthetic that replaced it. It sprung and moved with the weight of his body, as though mimicking an actual limb. Under different circumstances, she would have marveled at it.

He hovered just in front of the door, as though unsure how to proceed. He cleared his throat. “Hello,” he said. His voice was quiet—nasally, even—but not timid.

She didn’t respond—if he was expecting her to—her heart still racing. She watched him, fight-or-flight gripping her like a second skin, ready to spring if he moved too suddenly.

He took a few cautious steps forward, the soft squeak of his prosthetic filling the silence. His gaze swept over. “How do you feel?” he asked after a pause.

She almost laughed. How did he think she felt? She was battered and broken, swaddled in bandages, stranded in an unfamiliar place, her mind still swimming in saltwater.

“In pain,” she replied, flat and gold, devoid of the humor she didn’t have the strange to summon.

A wince flashed across his face, his eyes darting downard for a split second before meeting hers again. “Right,” he murmured under his breath.

As if realizing how he might appear looming over, he stepped to the side and grabbed a wooden chair, its legs scraping against the floor as he dragged it closer to the bed. He sat down slowly, placing himself at eye level with her, as though he were trying to put her at ease—or at least not to make things worse.

He cleared his throat again. “Do you know where you are?” he asked, studying her.

Aja shook her head, “No.”

“You’re on Berk.”

Berk.

Of all the islands in the Archipelago, of all the beaches she could’ve washed up on. Her stomach churned, feeling as if she might throw up. It was some cruel joke, some sick, karmic punishment for her father’s sins, ending up exactly where they had been trying to go. The gods themselves must have laughed as they casted her ashore. Maybe it would’ve been better if she had drowned, maybe then she could’ve pleaded with them, begged for clemency directly.

She needed to leave, to get far away.

The man shifted in his chair, adjusting his leg. “I’m chief Hiccup,” he added, his voice uneven, the word chief dipping ever so slightly in pitch, as though it were still foreign on his tongue. She noticed the hesitation, he didn’t wear it like a badge of honor, rather like a new cloak, too stiff and not yet broken in.

And she then realized, he was who had found her, had brought her here. She would’ve been dead if not for him, rotting in the sand, cold and lifeless.

He had saved her life. She owed a debt.

His eyes lingered on her expectantly, waiting.

“And you’re…?” he prompted when the silence stretched a moment too long.

She blinked, realizing he had wanted her name. She considered lying, but she hadn’t planned on needing a pseudonym, and now she had already hesitated too long.

“Aja,” she answered finally.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, repeating the woman’s earlier question—who had at some point moved to stir the cauldron at the center of the room. “What did this?” He gestured faintly toward Aja’s bandaged torso.

How much should she tell him? How much could she tell him?

As far as she understood, Berk didn’t know of her clan, or her father and his reputation; three weeks prior, she hadn’t even heard of Berk. She would need to tread carefully, withholding just the right amount without being suspicious, if she wanted any hope of leaving the island intact.

“I don’t know,” she said, forcing the words through her still raw throat and dull throb in her head. “I was sailing with my father and our crew, and then…” Her voice cracked and faltered, her breath hitching, as she blinked rapidly, forcing away the forming tears. “Our ship went up in flames,” she continued. “I went overboard. I wanted to get back to the ship, to get back to him…”

Hiccup leaned back in the chair, eyes widening just a bit, like a sort of realization, before he exhaled slowly. “Gothi’s our healer,” he said, softer, less formal. “I’ll send her in to change your bandages. Just… rest for now. I’ll be back, then we’ll talk more.”

His leg squeaked as he stood, and whatever calm he had managed to provide seemed to lift with him, Aja feeling her insides sink like a heavy stone in water.

He turned toward the door, leaving the bedside, and the woman followed behind him, but before stepping through the door, she cast one last glance at Aja, lingering on her for a brief moment. Then she shut it behind her.

The room was completely still, save for the sound of the crackling fire. Aja stared at the empty chair the man had left behind, her thoughts a tangled, knotted mess that couldn’t be unraveled, every thread she tugged only tightening the bundle.

The dam broke.

Her chest heaved, a sob tearing from her throat, shattering the quiet like a crack of a whip, starling even herself. She clamped a hand over her mouth, as though she could control and shove the grief back down, but another sob followed, and then another, until tears began spilling down her cheeks in hot streams.

She curled her knees to her chest, wincing as a fresh pulse of pain shot from her side, but she didn’t stop, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs as though she could hold herself together, that the physical act might keep her from falling apart.

Her forehead pressed against her knees, the skin digging into the coarse blanket that draped over them, tears soaking the fabric. She hated how weak she felt, how powerless.

This couldn’t be her life? Her world couldn’t have fractured so drastically so suddenly?

She sat like that for what felt like hours, until her tears gradually subsided into quiet sniffles. Her body trembled, exhausted from the effort of holding her body up, but she didn’t dare lie down, sleep feeling too much of a luxury, that it just meant to tempt her.

She allowed her head to rest against the rough wall behind her, her bloodshot eyes flicking toward the door. She supposed she’d wait for the supposed healer.

She was alone, completely, utterly alone, but she was a survivor.

Whatever it took, she’d keep herself alive. And she would find her way home, to her people.

[mahoganyrust]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *feelings after chapter 20*

Anywho could I possibly ask for silver fox daddy Overland and momma Overland?👀👀 Gotta admit, I wrestled with the decision whether to ask for them or Jack Sparrow but the dilf and milf won

Yours truly, dogbone🫡

*slaps down*

Ye get all three babes. <3

Other Jack, plus power couple Jeremiah & Sarah. Or two pirates & a scary lady.

And formal apologies for the heart wrenching in chap 20

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Chapter One: A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter Summary: When a destroyed fleet of dragon hunter ships wash up at Dragon’s Edge, with all that is left behind are white scales and scorch marks, it leaves some questions to be raised within the dragon riders and what could have caused this. On the other side of the archipelago, a girl that appears and disappears at Northern Markets makes her presence known, planning to stick around until the heat calms down.

Overall Summary: A mysterious new dragon rider has been starting to make their presence known by tearing through dragon hunter ships and leaving nothing in their wake. What dragon they ride is unknown. What they look like is unknown. Why they are hunting the dragon hunters is unknown. The only thing that is known is that they will stop at nothing to destroy every dragon hunter ship at any cost.

N/A: Make sure you check out the prologue for this series! I feel like near the end of the chapter it sort of goes off the rails a bit. Hope you enjoy :D

*Art and gif is not mine.

Hiccup started his day like any other; waking up relatively early–at least earlier than the twins or Snotlout–and getting Toothless for a morning flight, usually to be met with Astrid as she finishes her rounds of the island, insisting she does a sweep of the island to make sure no hunters had found their way onto the beaches.

Toothless was already awake and bounding around Hiccup’s hut. His teeth were retracted as he watched Hiccup stir awake.

Not waiting for his rider to fully wake, Toothless jumped onto the bed, shaking it as Hiccup startled awake, trying to sit upright only to knock his head into Toothless’ snout. A disgruntled groan left the dragon at the contact.

“Sorry bud,” Hiccup began to say, cutting himself off as the grumbled scorn from Toothless. “What's got you so rowdy this morning?”

A gargling noise rang out from Toothless, flashing his gums before hopping off of Hiccup and his bed before jumping towards the hut’s door, large steps shaking the wooden beams the hut is balanced on. With the rustling from behind, Toothless looked back with a toothless smile to find Hiccup slowly awaking from bed, getting ready for the day on the Edge ahead of him.

“Alright bud, I’m on my way. Don’t worry,” Hiccup muttered with a yawn as he paced after the Nightfury. A steady hand landed on Toothless’ head, pushing him back a few paces so he could push open the door. The sun had started to rise by now, nearly set high enough to commence breakfast. Toothless raced forward, bumping Hiccup with his tail and causing him to stumble forward, a laugh rolling in his chest. “Perfect morning for a flight, isn’t it?”

Before Toothless could rumble a reply, Stormfly came barreling up, Astrid sat on her back as she stared worriedly at Hiccup. “Hiccup, there’s something you're going to want to see,” She announced upon her arrival, causing Hiccup to stumble out of his hut a couple of steps faster.

“What is it?” He hurriedly asked, resting a hand on Toothless’s head, ready to mount his back at any given second to follow after Astrid.

“I think it would be better if you took a look for yourself,” She called out, head flicking around to look down at the docks she and the other dragon riders had built when they first started working on building the Edge.

Hiccup didn’t have to be told twice.

Before Astrid could blink, Hiccup and Toothless were already in the air and flying towards her. His eyes hadn’t yet locked on where Astrid had come from, waiting for her guidance to lead him.

The two of them were in the air for only a few seconds, a quick glide down before their dragon’s claws were touching down on the wooden planks that made up their docks. That was when Hiccup was finally able to see what had Astrid so spooked.

In front of them was a fleet of half-destroyed ships.

Each ship had a number of scorch marks that plunged through the wooden decks, the sails that had the dragon hunter crest torn to shreds. Most of the ships also had discarded weapons and helmets, left behind by the hunters that had sailed on these ships. But something stuck out on one of the ships, the largest out of the lot. There was a variety of cuts and indents in the ship, looking to be placed there by a sword or some other kind of weapon, perhaps claw marks along with a few scales white as snow scattered around the destroyed ship.

“Astrid… what do you think could have done this?” Hiccup questioned, his head whirling around to face Astrid only to find the blonde girl staring hauntedly at the ship graveyard.

“More like who.”

𓆩⟡𓆪

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite customer from beyond the archipelago," A middle-aged man boasts as he sees a young woman walking up to his stall in the Northern Markets, his arms spread wide and a yellowing smile. His loud comments forced many heads to turn as Sindri was one of the best weapons traders within the isle, the man always having something to please any form of customer.

A dry chuckle escapes the girl as she steps up to the stall countertop, her boots digging into the muddy floor as she rests one of her gloved hands on the counter. "You should stop spoiling me with the praises Sindri," She says with a grin, her eyes briefly scanning over the items the man had on display for the day. “Your words might start to get to my head after all.”

"Maybe I'm just trying to make sure I get into Valhalla when my time comes," He says with a booming grin, leaving his prior task behind as he walks up to the girl. "I do after all need a Valkyrie to take me there. Your ego is free to inflate as much as you wish," He comments smugly, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl as he stops in front of her.

"Just because the name Valkyrie belongs to me it doesn't mean I will be flying you anywhere in the afterlife," She chides the man loosely. "And besides, you need to die in battle to be sent there. I don't think selling these weapons counts as so," She says amused at the slight drop in the man's shoulders.

"You might be right there," The man comments, an eyebrow being raised by the girl across from him in question at the might part. "So, what can I help you with today? It's been a while since your last visit to the Northern Markets," Sindri asks, both his hands leaning on the countertop as he waits for the girl across from him's request.

Valkyrie absently looks around the stall, staring at the many weapons discarded around the wooden crates and countertops. "Do you have any more of those Hideous Zippleback exploding boxes? The ones where the gas pours out of it until it gets lit," She asked, going into explanation since she knew that wasn't the name Sindri had given her when he first sold the items to her, and that exploding boxes could be quite vague.

"Of course, I have those in stock! I make them myself, remember?" He asks, grinning wildly as he bends down to reach for something hidden in a crate. Pulling out seven rectangular-like boxes, all made from vast metals and wood. He places them on the counter just in front of the girl’s hands. "Now, Valkyrie, these are the last ones I have in stock since you keep forgetting to bring the empty ones back to me." He says with a slight scold to his words.

"So there worth a pretty penny?" Valkyrie asks, staring up at Sindri slightly sheepish and with her shoulders bunching to her ears as she raises a brow in question, both palms facing up in front of her.

"Precisely," Sindri says with a sharp nod. "Now, I'm willing to trade them off for something, but if not, I'm going to need about two bags worth," He states, his face losing most of its joy as he goes into trader mode, making sure he gets the best deal for himself.

"Two bags?" Valkyrie questions with a huff of air, picking up one of the canisters loosely. When a hum of agreement leaves Sindri, Valkyrie places it down on the countertop rather harshly. "And here I thought I was your favourite customer," She says slightly dejected, pulling out a small pouch of coins from her waist. "How about this? I give you half of this, and the next time I sail in, I'll bring you two double-edged axes?" She offers, loosening the string that was keeping the pouch sealed and flashing Sindri a toothy smile.

Sindri's eyes narrowed at the girl, one of his fists balling as he study's her for a long moment. An air of silence dragged on between the two of them before he came to his final decision. "How do I know you’re not just going to fly off and never return?" He questions with a glower, an opening statement for something further.

A fake mortified gasp escapes Valkyrie's lips as she brings her hands up, resting them on her chest. "You wound me Sindri," She states, closing her eyes like she was crying. Bringing a hand up to wipe at a nonexistent tear, she says, "And here I thought we have built some trust up over the years."

The man across from her rolled his eyes with a huff before he shook his head with a grin stretching across his face. "I’d be in safer hands while wrestling with a Nightfury than putting any trust in you. But fine, I'll take you up on that deal," He mutters. His agreement got a crooked grin slipping onto Valkyrie's face as she raised her chin slightly in accomplishment. "But if you don't return in two moons, I'll be putting a bounty on your head."

The thing with Sindri is that he totally would, which only made Valkyrie grin more. "I'll be back in three then," She said, emptying half of her coin pouch onto the countertop as she pulled another brown bag from her waist. This time the bag was empty, and a lot bigger than the last as she started to load the Hideous Zippleback gas canisters into her bag.

Sindri only looked slightly amused at her words as he tested each of the coins, roughly gauging how much each of them weighed. Valkyrie attached the bag of items back to her hip as he did this, waiting until he had finished the task and put them into his own pouch. "Is there anything else you might need before you vanish without a trace again?" He questions.

"I think this is all I need for the moment," Valkyrie says, her eyes going distant as she racks her brain for any other possible items she could need for the next following days. She couldn't picture any dire situations arising where she would have to prepare for, everything already thought out in her own mind as they had repeated this process a number of times. The only reason she was buying the Zippleback gas was because she would be going in solo and she would be dealing with a larger number the usual.

Sindri gave her a sad nod. "I'll see you next time you decide to grace the aisle with your presence." He comments, lighting up with a grin before he is turning to a new customer—or maybe it was the person he abandoned to talk to Valkyrie.

Turning away from the stall, Valkyrie begins her way back through the trading village. She kept her head high as she began to weave through the different stalls, a steady eye on anyone who decided to get too close for her liking.

A certain thing that came with the Northern Markets is that there is a large number of dragon hunters always running around getting weapons fixed or buying new custom traps to help them capture dragons that they would later sell to a select few from this very island. It never mattered how much she attempted to avoid them when on the island so she gave up long ago, accepting the fact there was no getting around it.

So when a certain hunter clad in dragon hide started to approach her, there was nothing Valkyrie could do except hide her finds and ready herself for conflict.

Keeping her head held up, she planned to walk past the man, keeping her eyes from the mace hanging at his hip where his hand was starting to itch for. But as she passed a hand shot out, fingers enclosing tightly around her upper arm. Valkyrie was instantly on the defence, a hand shooting to her hip where a broken down sword lay wrapped around her waist. With a hiss, Valkyrie spoke, “Can I help you?”

“Do I recognise ya?” The man spoke, spit flying from his mouth.

“I would hope not,” Valkyrie started. “Now, if you would be so kind as to get your filthy hand off of me, I would be glad to let you leave with all your limbs intact.”

The two stood off, neither being the first to back down. As Valkyrie’s hand slid forward, fingers wrapping around the loose handle of her broken-down sword, another hand came shooting out and wrapping around her shoulder. “Why don’t we all take it easy for a second.”

Turning to see who had spoken, Valkyrie’s eyes landed on a tall boy with auburn hair and pale green eyes. He didn’t look directly at Valkyrie, his eyes instead focused on the hunter that she had previously been threatening.

“Mind your own business boy. This doesn’t concern you,” The hunter spoke with a sneer, attempting to pull Valkyrie closer towards him but when Valkyrie didn’t budge, the hold that the boy had on her keeping her grounded, he let go.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Of course, this is between you and this helpless lady,” The boy said, releasing Valkyrie as he raises both hands in an act of surrender.

Valkyrie’s head whipped around to face the nameless boy, eyes wide with her top lip curling up. “Helpless?” Her voice rose an octave, once again her hand shooting down to where the handle of her sword rested.

The boy flashed Valkyrie a sideways glance with an almost pleading look on his face before he turned back to the hunter. “It’s just, I didn’t want to see anything break out when it was so clear that she wouldn’t be walking away as steady as she came in.”

The hunter pondered the boy’s words, face slowly starting to light up. “Aren’t you the chivalrous type?” The man huffed out before turning away, casting one last fleeting glance at Valkyrie before flashing his teeth and blending into the crowd and fleeing from Valkyrie’s sight.

Valkyrie glared at the man even long after he vanished from her sight. Only when she was sure he was gone did she turn to the nameless boy, putting an end to his stuttering responses as one of Valkyrie’s hands slammed into his chest. “I could have handled that myself,” She scorned, going in for a second shove where the boy’s hands mixed with hers, trying to deter their path. “And come on, a helpless lady who can’t fight her own battles? You couldn’t come up with a slightly more justifying cause?”

“It’s the first thing I could think of,” Came the strangled response from the boy, his grip tight as he stopped Valkyrie from pulling her hands away where she would most likely go in for another hit. “I didn’t exactly think of a plan when I came over.”

“You clearly didn’t think much if you had the bright idea to come over here in the first place,” Valkyrie snapped, tugging her hands free in a quick pull, making the unknown boy stumble and fall towards Valkyrie.

Valkyrie quickly raised her arms, bracing herself as the boy collided with her. A soft grunt escaped her lips at the close proximity of the two of them. “Uh hi?”

Valkyrie’s eyes narrowed at the boy’s words, their eyes meeting through the gaps in her arms. “Bye,” Valkyrie said in return, shoving the boy back one last time before turning on her heel, not caring for the startled yelp that came from the boy as she walked away. She told herself as she left, ready to disappear from the island and the views of the world once more, “I don’t have time for this.”

“It was nice meeting you too,” The boy called out after Valkyrie and said girl found herself gritting her teeth at the sound of hurried footsteps running after her. As the nameless boy came to her side, falling into step with her as they walked through the markets, he said, “I’m Hiccup by the way.”

“And I didn’t ask for that knowledge nor do I care for it,” Valkyrie said, earning a soft chuckle from Hiccup in return.

“Normally when someone gives you their name, there's an unspoken rule that you are meant to give it to them in return,” Hiccup said, gesturing loosely with his hands out in front of him, quickly drawing Valkyrie’s eyes to them and the leather cuffs wrapped around his wrists. “And, I mean, I did kind of save you from a fight with a dragon hunter.”

“Something which I didn’t ask you to do,” Valkyrie stated. But at the sight of Hiccup's dejected face, one of his hands bounding up to scratch the back of his neck, Valkyrie find herself speaking without her conscious permission. Turning her head straight and keeping her eyes off the other boy she said, “But if you must know, my name is Valkyrie.”

“Like one of Odin’s warriors?” Hiccup quickly questioned, his face lighting up as he put two and two together.

“Yes, like Odion’s warriors,” Valkyrie muttered, shaking her head as she answered the common question aimed her way once she revealed her namesake.

“Did your parents know you would be just as fierce as a Valkyrie when choosing a name for you?” Hiccup asked another question, seeming to have several more lined up for her to answer.

“More like vicious,” Valkyrie commented. “And I think they trained it into me when I was younger. Had to look at the world as a proper Viking one way or another.”

HIccup’s thick brows furrowed but he chose not to say anything. “What brings you the Nothern Markets?” He tracked back, changing the topic quickly. Before Valkyrie could say anything, Hiccup's head swivelled to the side, something catching his attention from another stall. Valkyrie was about to use these few seconds of distraction to slip away when Hiccup's head came swirling back towards her, large green eyes staring at her expectedly.

“Originally, before I got ambushed by two Vikings?” Valkyrie questioned, hiding a smile at the sheepish look that flickered over Hiccup's face first before a stubborn fierceness took over his eyes. Valkyrie quickly cut him off before he could once again go into why he had to help. “I came here for the same reason anyone else would. To trade and gather.”

Hiccup slowly nodded his head, wringing his arms back and forth and preparing to say something before a loud bang caught both of their attention, two heads of blonde hair fleeing from the scene. “Oh Thor, not those two,” Hiccup mumbled, dragging a hand down his face before looking back to Valkyrie. “You wouldn't be willing to wait here for me, would you?”

“No promises,” Valkyrie shrugged.

“Yeah,” A soft sigh escaped Hiccup's lips. “I didn’t think so.”

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[afriend410]

One Night

Summary:  After the loss of his father, Hiccup, ends up alone in an unknown tavern where a young barmaid keeps him company as he becomes more intoxicated and emotional after a few drinks. By the end of the night, he shares more than just the weight of his sorrow with her. Warning: Contains sexual content and scenarios, cheating, and alcohol consumption. Pairing: Hiccup/OC-Eira

The dimly lit tavern was filled with a mixture of muffled conversations and the clinking of mugs. Hiccup sat alone at a corner table, his green eyes fixated on the amber liquid swirling in his cup. The events of these past weeks were finally catching up to him, none more than his father’s passing. That weighed heavily on his heart, like a mountain crushing an ant, and he sought solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol just so he could feel something else or nothing else. He wasn’t sure as he did his best to quickly finish off his mead whenever the memories arose again.

A young barmaid with kind dark blue eyes and a gentle smile noticed the young Viking’s desolated state. She had seen many troubled souls seek refuge in the tavern, but something about his sorrow resonated with her. Gathering her courage she did her job and approached his table and gently place a fresh drink in front of him.

“You look like you could use another.”

 “Thanks.” He took the mug without looking at her and slid a coin her way. He then immediately started to drink the concoction presented to him.

Even his voice sounded in pain and although unprecedented for a barmaid to only focus on one customer, she couldn’t let him sit alone. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice soft and compassionate.

Hiccup finally looked up, his gaze clouded with grief and possibly the alcohol and was taken a bit back at who was offering their time with his miserable ass. He wanted to be alone clearly but seeing that the woman was actually pretty and was the only one who seemed to care, he couldn’t help but silently nod in agreement.

She gave a soft smile and set the other mugs she was carrying down on the table. She watched as he reached for more money and stopped him. “Let’s say that these are on the house from now on.”

Again he nodded. He swallowed nervously for some reason and he wondered if the mead was working better than he thought. He took another large sip of his drink as she introduced herself as Eira. He put the mug down and wiped his mouth and held back a burp before telling her his name. “Hiccup, name’s Hiccup.” He saw her small smile when hearing his name and he felt a slight heat rise to his cheeks. Yeah, the alcohol was working.

As the night progressed, Eira sat beside him, lending a sympathetic ear to his woes and pains. The mead slowly chipped away at Hiccup’s stoic exterior. He spoke of the weight he carried, the responsibilities that now rested solely on his shoulders, and most importantly the death of his father. The vulnerability in his voice grew as he confided in the maiden across from him. He revealed more as he drank and more as he watched her join him. He continued to retell his fears, doubts, and the overwhelming pressure he felt to live up to his father’s legacy.

Eira reached out and placed a gentle hand on his, offering him a rare moment of solace. “You know you don’t have to carry this burden alone,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with empathy for the lad. “Sometimes it’s okay to let others help shoulder the weight. And you seemed to have a few people that will help you.”

Hiccup’s gaze met Eira’s and for a fleeting moment, he felt a glimmer of hope in the depths of his grief for the first time. Moved by her kindness and understanding, he mustered the courage to share more than just the pain he was feeling. He shared stories of his father, reminiscing about his adventures with not only him but also his friends, and the lessons he had learned from them. He even managed to chuckle at a couple of memories as they both continued to drink. He then allowed himself to speak the more he consumed the alcohol. He spoke of his dreams and aspirations, his deepest desires, and lingering regret of things left unsaid. Things he hadn’t even said to any of his closest friends or family.

Eira listened attentively, her presence providing the Viking with a newfound sense of comfort and companionship. She also made sure that their mugs were never empty and she had an idea that he really had no clue how much he was drinking, but again neither did she as she was slowly keeping up with his own pace.

As the hours passed and the mead kept flowing, the weight on Hiccup’s shoulders felt lighter and a flicker of resilience danced in his eyes. Neither even noticed how close they were getting near one another as they continued to share memories and stories. At one point Hiccup stopped to take a moment to gently squeeze Eira’s hand and quietly tell her with all sincerity, “Thank you.” He took a big sigh trying to take a moment, “I really needed this.”

Eira smiled warmly, her eyes filled with a mix of compassion and admiration. “Glad I can help,” she replied softly. “And remember no matter how dark the night may seem, there’s always a light to help shine your way.” She took a moment as her face gave him a glance of her own sorrowful memory coming through. “At least that’s what my own parents had taught me.” She took a deep sip of her drink.

Hiccup saw the pain that reflected in her dark blue eyes and realized exactly what that meant. “When… when did you lose yours?”

Eira’s smile faltered and a trace of sadness shadowed her expression even though she tried to hide it from him. It was no use once he asked her that question though and so she took a deep breath. Her voice held a bit of melancholy as she replied, “I lost them when I was little. My mom during a raid and my dad soon after because of an illness.” She trailed off a bit and gave a soft huff as she said, “I guess he really couldn’t live without her.”

Hiccup felt a surge of understanding of her pain. He reached out and gently clasped both of his hands with his. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said. “It must have been incredibly difficult for you.”

Eira nodded, her gaze fixed on their intertwined hands. “It was,” she admitted softly possibly the first time she ever did. “But they taught me to cherish the memories we shared and find new ones to make here and now.” She gave a small smile and then lifted her mug a tad before taking a swig of the alcohol she had. She light heartily said, “They also said a party should never end on a sad note. So, drink up!” She then lightly tapped her mug against his encouraging him to follow her lead.

Hiccup looked at Eira, her words resonating deep within him. Despite the weight of their shared losses, it seemed her spirit remained resilient. He then couldn’t help but smile. Her lightheartedness brought a momentary reprieve from the heaviness in his heart again. With a nod, he raised his cup, the corners of his mouth turning upward. “To the memories that shape us and the love that carries us through,” he toasted, tapping his drink against hers. They both took a sip, the warmth of the mead filling their souls and easing their burdens, if only for a moment. They laughed the more they drank creating more memories together and honoring the teachings of their parents. Neither realized how much they were actually drinking and how open they were clinging and touching each other.

The night wore on and the tavern was becoming livelier once the music was starting to play. Hiccup’s and Eira’s laughter mixed within the air and as their conversations grew so was their intoxication. Despite the mead intake some of the things Hiccup was saying the young barmaid couldn’t believe.

“Dragons? Aren’t those myths?” she chuckled taking another mug out.

He shook his head and placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned into her. “No, no, no,” he hiccupped before continuing, “In fact… I can show you mine just outside the forest edge.”

She giggled and leaned into him as well. She then playfully teased him whispering in near his ear, “You know you don’t have to go that far to show me your dragon.” She twirled a couple of locks of his hair with her fingers. Her lips were dangerously close to his.

His face turned bright red when he realized her meaning and he couldn’t find the words to interject. Luckily, he didn’t have to when the band began to play another song, one that happened to be one of her favorites. He laughed when she dragged him on the floor, the mead doing wonders in making him forget he was a horrible dancer as he happily joined her.

Eira and Hiccup found themselves swept up in the intoxication of the mead and the joyous atmosphere. Their inhibitions melted away, replaced by a growing sense of closeness and comfort between them. Each step of their dance was clumsy and they had to cling to one another to make sure they didn’t fall. They did laugh at their coordination skills, but through the midst of their shared laughter, their gazes met causing both of them to blush and giggle in delight at the newfound freedom they felt in each other’s arms.

Their touches became more lingering, their embraces closer as they continued to stay on the floor. The weight of everything that caused them to start drinking seemed to fade into the background as they found solace with each other at the moment.

Eira’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue whenever his green eyes caught her own blue ones. Both of them sparkling with an unspoken understanding.

The Viking holding her steady on her feet couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for this beautiful woman who had become his companion through the night. Whatever walls he had built up to protect himself had crumbled all because of the girl he was holding and it could have been the alcohol or how vulnerable he was actually feeling or a mixture of both, but Hiccup gathered his courage and leaned in. His heart was pounding with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation as he planted a gentle kiss on Eira’s pink lips causing her giggling to stop as soon as he pulled away.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks darkening in a red blush. She smiled shyly, her fingers intertwining with his. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Follow me.” He didn’t have much of a choice again as she was leading the young Viking Chief up a staircase away from the tavern’s party down below them.

Hiccup’s heart raced with excitement and anticipation as she allowed the striking female to lead him, his hand firmly clasping hers as they ascended the stairs.

As they reached the top, the noise of the celebration faded into a distant hum, replaced with a serene stillness. Eira had led Hiccup into a cozy room adorned with a soft fireplace glow and a decent size bed. The air was filled with a sense of intimacy and possibility, leaving the young Vikings feeling breathless.

They stood face to face with one another, their eyes locked in a shared understanding and an unspoken desire.

Hiccup was the one to test the waters between them. He gently cupped Eira’s face, his thumb brushing against her cheek seeing the blush rise on them, and as soon as the door clicked closed their lips met in a tender passionate kiss, promising something more to happen.

Her hands moved up his armor to rest on his shoulders while his hands went instinctively to her hips. Both pulled the other closer to each other as they deepen the kiss.

There was a brief moment where Hiccup did wonder if what he was doing was wrong, but that moment was fleeting as he felt her hips press his and grinding into his already stiffen cock. The mead clearly not affecting him there. He didn’t even give her time to gasp at the discovery as he continued to kiss her pushing his tongue against hers, muffling her moans. The young chief then led her to the bed, all while gently caressing her trying to figure out what clasp or knots undid what.

Eira was doing the same until she made it to the bed and was pushed softly upon it. It was the only moment she had to catch her breath. She leaned on her elbows to watch him easily undo his buckles and ties of armor and although she was enjoying the show she was following his suit as soon as she saw his actual clothing.

As soon as both were done they took a moment to admire the other. Eira had a deeper blush on her face than Hiccup as she noticed just how well-endowed he actually was. She muttered to herself not realizing she was not as quiet as she thought, “And here I thought it was your armor.”

He smirked and climbed on top of her settling between her legs. His hands stroking up her arms to pin them just above her head against the bed. He softly spoke, “Nah, holds me back when riding on my dragon.”

Her blue eyes rolled. Again with the mythical beast, but she didn’t respond in words only in a belated gasp and groan as she felt his lips attack her neck. Unintentionally it made her hips buck up making her grind against his throbbing cock.

Hiccup hissed at the sensation and tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but she made it difficult as she kept up her menstruations teasing him with the one place where his dick wanted to be. He growled in her ear when he felt her wet slit rubbed against him again, “Stop teasing me.”

Eira felt his hands let go of hers and move down her body. She felt them go to her breast and he carefully squeezed them making her moan. She was breathing heavily as she spoke, “Who’s teasing who?” She gasped again when she felt one of his thumbs rub over her nipple.

The young lad smirked and looked up at her. “Did that feel good?”

She nodded feeling his breath upon her skin, she then threw her head back softly moaning when his tongue passed over the sensitive bud. Her right hand gripped onto his shoulder as her left one tangled itself into his hair keeping his head there as he gently teased her chest with his tongue, lips, and hands. Her hips kept grinding into his causing herself to tease his hard cock, each time having it rub against her clit.

She moaned his name. She was almost pleading to him with his name alone.

He let go of her nipple with a pop and kissed his way back up to her body until leaning above her. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at her. He felt kind of lucky that someone as pretty as she was with him right now. Her dark blue eyes were glazed with lust as her brown hair cascaded around her. Her cheeks whether from alcohol or not were pretty pink color and if he paid attention he would be able to see a light scatter of freckles across them. But he didn’t have time for that. Hiccup captured her lips with his hungrily. Both groaning into it when he pressed the tip of his dick into her opening. Without warning he thrust into her causing her to break the kiss and quietly yell out.

“Oh fuck.”

Eira’s nails scraped lightly at his back as her legs wrapped around him as he continued to thrust inside her. She kept saying his name or a god’s name every time he entered her. He also kept assaulting her neck, collarbone, and shoulders with small kisses and nips, which caused her to say his name.

Whether she knew it or not it left a small smirk on his lips when she did. Hiccup was enjoying the way his name was coming from her. Almost to the point where he purposefully drew out each thrust only to slowly push into her fully, pressing against her womb, just so he could hear her draw out his name. Yet when that happen he also couldn’t hold back and he picked up his pace fucking her harder, if possible. He grunted and groaned every time she squeezed around him and if she continued it then he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. So, in order to get her there with him he reached down and pressed his thumb on her swollen clit and rubbed it in small fast circles causing Eira to once again call out his name and tighten her hold on him.

The dragon rider leaned in close to her ear and in a deep groan said her name. “I’m almost there Eira, are you?”

All she could do was nod rapidly until she was cumming around his cock arching her back trying to keep him inside her as she did so.

He couldn’t though. He kept his quick pace fucking her relentlessly until he was about to cum. When he was about to he told her, “I’m going to fill you. I’m going to fill you up Eira. Gods, I’m gonna…” He did. He grabbed hold of her hips and held her against his dick as it twitched inside her filling her pussy with his seed.

Both of them were out of breath and Hiccup carefully rolled over off of Eira as he lay next to her. Both were physically exhausted and the effects of the mead were taking its toll on them. Hiccup lazily reached for the blanket to cover themselves with before they passed out. Neither said a word to the other before sleep over took them.

As the dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the open window, Hiccup and Eira lay in each other’s arms, their breathing calm and peaceful.

Hiccup’s eyes fluttered open and he took a moment to gather his thoughts and regain his bearings. The throbbing ache in his head served as a reminder of the indulgence of the previous night but paled in comparison to the weight of guilt that settled up his shoulders.

Gently extracting himself from Eira’s embrace, Hiccup sat up his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He watched her peaceful form, her features softened by the morning light, and a pang of regret coursed through him. He couldn’t help but question the choices they had made in the haze of the night and the vulnerability they shared. His heart was now carrying a mixture of conflicting emotions as well. While guilt was tugging at him, there was also a part of him that felt a glimmer of happiness and perhaps some liberation. The time spent with Eira, even for the brief moment, had lifted some of the weight of his grief. She had shown him that life will still hold moments of joy and excitement even amidst the loss.

He sighed as he was going deeper into his thoughts. His mind wrestled with the aftermath of their night together. The guilt was persisting as he realized he fucked someone who wasn’t Astrid, the woman he was supposed to be with. He placed his head in his hands. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of something to say or even do. Maybe he shouldn’t say or do anything. Maybe it should be a night only for the two of them to know. He sighed again and turned to the woman still asleep beside him. A soft smile graced his lips while looking at her and he made his decision right there on what to do.

Hiccup decided to give Eira the space she needed to wake at her own pace. He quietly got dressed and slip out of the room, leaving her to her rest.

He found himself outside the tavern taking in the crisp morning air. As the cool breeze brushed against his face, Hiccup pondered the path that lay ahead. He knew that the responsibilities of leadership and the weight of his father’s legacy still awaited him. But now, he had to go back home to Berk. Back to his people. Back to his new duties. Back to Astrid, the woman he may be in love with- was in love with. He shook his head as he corrected the thought.

Before he left to go find Toothless to head home, he cased his green eyes towards the loft above the tavern where he spent his night and quietly bid farewell to the beautiful maiden who kept him company in his time of need, Eira.

[toothbrushfingers]

Orphaned

A httyd oc one-shot

[Mention of Major Character Death(s), Ocs, Angst, Whump(?)]

Characters: Tove Jorenson (oc), Scuffnut Ingerman (oc), Åse Jorgenson (mentioned/oc), Snotlout Jorgenson (mentioned), Hiccup Haddock (mentioned), Hookfang, Unnamed Deadly Nadder

Summary: Tove opens up to Scuffnut after the death of her mother.

Sorry for any mistakes, this is kinda my first official fic

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Tove sat with her legs crossed over a cliff, fiddling with the grass beneath her. The wind whipped through her hair, tossing it carelessly into her face. But she didn’t care, she simply sat on the edge of that cliff, staring into the ocean so far below her.

Hookfang sat curled around her protectively, rumbling soothingly. He wanted to help her stay grounded, and to make sure she didn’t do anything rash. The sea stack they sat atop wasn’t very large, but it was big enough for them. That’s all that mattered.

The familiar flapping of wings and chirps of a nadder soon came from behind. Tove did not acknowledge them, simply stared with glassy eyes into the depths below.

The thump of a dragon landing rang gently through her ears, as uncharacteristicly gentle footsteps came to join her in her spot.

“You’ve been here for hours” The voice was that of Scuffnut, Tove’s best friend since they were both too small to even remember. Neither looked at the other, simply taking in their surroundings instead.

“She loved this spot,” Tove began after a moment or two of silence, “did you know that? This is where she’d sit. To get away from it all. And I never wanted to sit with her. I was so stupid for that. Stupid an.. and selfish.” Scuff turned to look at Tove, noticing that she was now looking to her thighs, soft tears dripping off her reddish nose.

But she said nothing, simply rubbed calming circles onto the brunette’s back.

“I shouldn’t have gone. If- If i woulda’ just.. stayed here. She- She’d still be here. Gods, this is all my fault” It was becoming clear in her voice that she was boarding a full on sob. She tried to stay calm, keep her head cool. And she had, until now. “I.. guess it just hadn’t really set in until now,” Tove tipped her head back and let out a humorless chuckle before sighing softly, “man, orphaned before I ever even knew what hit me.”

She turned somewhat quickly to Scuffnut, face red and chin quivering with a pathetic half smile. Scuff looked at her sympatheticly, before grabbing her shoulders and bringing her into a tight hug. The hug lasted a while, as Tove held onto her for dear life, sobbing harshly. Hookfang rumbled, pressing his snout against her back.

After a while the two parted, once again sitting in silence, looking to the water.

“Ya know… He said he’d be back..” “Wha- … Who..?” Scuff asked, confused. “My- My dad. Before they left for that.. ‘meeting’. I remember I didn’t want him to leave. I… I could just feel something was gonna happen,” she took a deep breath before continuing, as if bracing herself. “he told me, ‘I’ll be back in no time.’.. but- but he never came back.”

Scuff didn’t know what to say, she’d never really seen Tove this vulnerable, not like this. And so there they sat, in comfortable silence, watching the waves calmly play beneath them.

After a while, the sun began to tuck itself in for the night, and Tove’s angry stomach rumbled viscously, demanding for something to eat. “I think we should head back,” Scuff started, “You’ve been here all day and I’m sure Hiccup has the whole village looking for you by now.” Tove let out a dry chuckle at that. She stood slowly, as if it were her first time on legs. “Thank you… For being here.” Tove spoke quietly. Scuff didn’t respond, only pulling her into another tight hug.

The two climbed onto their dragons and headed back to Berk. Tove would be ok, at least Scuff knew that.

[justelib]

Possible Fic?

I’m literally dying to write a Hiccup Haddock Fic, specifically a oc x hiccup, no specific Gender yet, but I got inspired on TikTok to use a disney\Pixar\dreamworks any animated 3D Face claim, the possible FCs, I’m taking votes:

Raya (from raya & the last dragon.)

Anna (frozen)

Elsa (frozen)

Moana (Moana -I LOVE HER-)

Rapunzel (tangled -my 2nd favourite princess-)

Merida (brave)

Flynn\eugene (tangled)

Jack Frost (RoTG)

Johnny (hotel Transylvania.)

Kristoff (frozen)

I also currently have a heartstopper polycule Fic in my drafts, along with a sweet pea x male!oc.

Sat, 14, 10, 2023

So, I was thinking that the Oc’s village along with their family, leaving the ocs and their siblings, could have been destroyed by dragons except one, who was trying to stop the chaos.

The oc and their siblings find themselves at Berk where they’re taken in by someone (undecided). A couple years later, Hiccup shoots down toothless and another dragon, who just so happens to be the same one that tried to stop the chaos in the ocs village.

(That is all I have for now)

[impala-dreamer]

We're All Irish Tonight

An SPN Fanfic

~Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going...~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, OCs

1344 Words

Warnings: Jealous!Dean, BAMF!Reader, Fluff. Drinking

A/N: Thought you could all use a fluffy drabble today so I banged this out for ya. Happy St Patrick's Day!

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The crowd was buzzing with faux Irish pride, only about ten percent of the patrons able to boast any actual connection to the Emerald Isle. But it didn’t matter- tonight, everyone was Irish. The bar was crowded three deep and the trio took turns wading through the sea of drunken green to wave down Chris, the bartender, and order more rounds. 

Y/N was nursing a Guinness like it was poison, but knocking back whiskies like they were the cure. 

“I hate this stuff,” she said behind a hiccup, voice carrying over the throng and across the table to Dean, who was the picture of calm with a thick, foamy mustache. “Tastes like bread!” 

He laughed and licked the head from his lips. “Then why do you keep drinking it?” he yelled back, leaning over the table to get closer to her. 

She shrugged and batted her lashes innocently. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a dumb floosy at the bar tonight. Besides, everyone’s Irish on Saint Patty’s Day!” 

Seated between them, Sam laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling for the thousandth time like the third, unwanted wheel on a scooter. “I’ll get you something else when I get back up,” he offered, smiling sweetly at Y/N. 

She was too drunk to really care, but they were having fun. “Nah.” Pushing her chair back, she stood with the pint, downed the rest in one gulp and amazingly did not choke. 

Dean watched her in awe, his green eyes wide, his plump lips gone slack. “Damn.” 

Y/N slammed the empty glass down and cheered. “Whoo! Next one’s on me, boys!” She winked at Dean before turning to the bar and squaring her shoulders, preparing to fight through the noisy masses. 

Dean sat back, staring at her ass as she left. He rubbed his hands down his thighs and whistled with interest. “Ya know, Sammy, tonight might be the night.” 

Sam, having heard this more than a dozen times in the last two months, rolled his eyes and went diving into his beer, hoping to drown or find an escape hatch at the bottom. “Yeah, sure, Dean.” 

“What? You don’t think it’ll happen? Tonight is perfect. Drinks, music, tons of people.” Dean smiled to himself, thinking of the prospects. “Maybe we’ll go for a walk later, find a quiet spot… yada yada… see what happens.” 

There was no help at the bottom of his glass, just a fishbowl view of the grimey table. Sam sighed. “Sure. Just like last week and the week before and that time in Oswego when you were so sure you were gonna hook up. Give it up, Dean. She’s not into you.” 

Dean took it all to heart and slumped down in his chair, crossing his arms. He pouted and then scoffed. “What do you know anyway?” 

Up at the bar, Y/N was waiting for the pints to be drawn, and she herself had drawn some attention from a group of fratboys in various shades of green. One in particular, a blond with pretty blue eyes, was leaning in pretty close, the stench of whiskey and weed on his breath. 

“Come on, baby,” he cooed, pressing himself against Y/N’s shoulder. “You gotta let me pinch you.” 

She spun and lay a playful looking hand on his shoulder while actually pushing him back a step. “Really? And why’s that?” 

He laughed. “Ya ain’t wearin’ green!” 

Y/N licked her lips and gave him another shove backwards. “How do you know?” 

The man ran his hand down her back and moved in again. “I don’t see nothing green on ya, sweetheart.” 

She reeled him in a little closer, whispering. “Well, maybe you just can’t see it over my clothes…”

He sucked in a quick breath through puckered lips and went for it, nearly tumbling over her for a kiss. 

The crack of Y/N’s palm against his cheek rang through the bar like a lightning strike. 

Dean’s head popped up and his eyes narrowed. In an instant, he was at the bar, shoving people aside to get to Y/N.. 

She was standing in the middle of a crowd of morons, one hand on her hip, the other wagging through the air. 

“Don’t you fucking touch a lady without her permission,” she snapped, glaring up at the boy like the Headmistress of a boarding school. 

Blondie got smart and sneered. “I don’t see a lady here,” he barked, arms wide open, looking for a fight. Her handprint bloomed like a rose on his cheek. 

Dean unclenched his fists and his jaw. “Hey! She said back up, buddy.” 

“Who you calling ‘buddy’, pal?” 

“I ain’t your pal,” Dean spat. “And you best take your candy-ass out of here before I paint your other cheek.” 

Dean stepped in, the fratboy countered. Y/N cocked a brow, watching the display. 

The asshole backed down. “Eh, she ain’t worth it anyway.” 

Dean’s shoulders relaxed, but Y/N did not. Stepping between them, she cracked her fist against his other jaw, nearly knocking him over. 

“I am too worth it, ya jackass!”

Sadly, Chris had no choice but to kick Y/N out of the bar, and Dean found her moments later, walking towards home in the chilly night air. Her arms were wrapped around her middle and she walked slowly, kicking at the sidewalk. 

Dean shrugged off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders, startling her a bit. 

“Oh! Hey…” 

He smiled and stepped in front of her to close the top button lest the jacket fall off. She looked terribly small and precious in his oversized coat; too precious to be walking home alone by herself. 

“Ya left without us,” he said, hoping to get a laugh. 

She sighed instead. “Yeah, well… I didn’t want to ruin your night out. Not anymore than I already did, anyway.” 

Dean laughed. “Ruin? Are you kidding me? Watching you beat the crap out of that guy was the highlight of the evening. Hell, of the week.” He turned and slung his arm around her, enjoying the closeness. 

“He really was being a dick. You didn’t see but he was a little grabby…” 

Dean skidded to a halt. “I’ll fuckin’ kill him…” 

“No, no!” Y/N laughed and grabbed his flannel, turning him towards her again. “I was very impressed how you came to my rescue like that.” 

He bit his lip, gazed down with hope in his eyes. “Y/N, if I know anything about you, it’s that you don’t need rescuing. But still, if he comes near you again, I will stab him in the throat.” 

Another laugh knocked her head back and Dean couldn’t stand it any longer. Without a plan, without a thought, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The moment was brief but not without the shock of truth and they both gasped when space lengthened between them. 

“You… kissed me.” Her eyes were wet and her skin was flushed. Her fingers curled tighter around his flannel. 

He blushed, licked his lip, dipped his chin. “I did, yeah.” 

Stunned, she hung there for a long moment, eyes caressing his face, unable find any words at all. 

Dean grew anxious and cleared his throat. “You’re thinkin’ about laying me out like you did that asshole, aren’t you?”

Slowly, she shook her head and smiled. “Actually, I was thinking about kissing you back…” 

Their lips met under the streetlight, with the noise from the bar lost in the background. Dean wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close while she slipped her tongue between his lips, tasting, exploring, begging for more. 

When she let him go, he looked down, awed and drunk and happy for the first time in a long time. 

“Well, I guess today is lucky after all,” he whispered. 

Y/N shook her head, laughing gently. “You’re not Irish, Dean.” 

He inhaled deeply, pulling in the memory of the moment as his arms tightened around her. “Baby, tonight, we’re all Irish.” 

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[zoguy1]

So. Every June, I try to challenge myself by posting something for Pride Month. For the past couple years, it's been ships with cute little pride flags. This year, the priority focus will be on the Trolls Summer Gift exchange. But at the very least I'd like to show ya'll the ones I've made in the past.

2022 bundle:

Bi Hiccup x Gay Jack. Fun fact: This was the first gay couple I've ever laid my eyes on as a young child. I saw this ship and thought "I want that kind of relationship."

Bi Tony x Gay Rudolph Watching the 2017 movie, these two reminded me of Luca and Alberto so much.

Aro Merida You get it? Cuz she's an archer. It's funny. Laugh.

Bi Nan Fang x Ace Fu Yao The headcannon was based off of a fanfic I read a while ago.

Demi Ace Xie Lian x Gay Hua Cheng. I sevearly enjoyed the series. I occasionally eat fics of these two as comfort foods.

Pan Xu Xuan x Trans Xiao Bai White snake was basically 2 hours of "What you are doesn't matter, it's who you are that matters", THEE Pansexual anthem, and then the second movie Turned Blanca into a guy? This is cannon.

Ace Liu Qingge x Bi Shen Yuan Imma be honest. I didn't like SVSSS very much. Yandere's are not my cup of tea. And I was really hoping Shizun would have gotten with Liu-shidi instead.

Gay Luca x Gay Alberto I'm so glad Luberto was actually confirmed to be somewhat cannon. Though Nowadays I see Luca as bi, cuz if we're counting the concept art as apart of the lore, then Luca had a crush on both Alberto and Giulia.

Gay Jade x Gay Katie. Kate is the first character I actually felt scene as a queer person.

Genderfluid Shi Qingxuan I freaking love them so much. Easily my favorite character.

Aro Nezha This kid knows chaos and only chaos.

Pan Adam x Gray Ace Freddy I saw this crossover on DA and thought they made so much sense together. Adam the literal personification of nature, and Freddy the unification of humanity and animals.

Non-Binary Merz x Lesbian Alice These two are OCs of mine.

Aro Lesbian Isabela and Aro Lesbian Elsa. I ship this in a sort of queer platonic way. Like a "we don't really want to date people, but everyone thinks we're dating, and we just don't care enough to correct them." kind of way.

Genderfluid Camilo I want the ability to shapeshift so badly.

Pan Ao Bing x Bi Xiao Jiu Ya'll get brownie points if you know which Ao Bing this is and double points if you know who Xiao Jiu is. Lol. It was a random crossover ship I made because the company liked to crossover their medias for advertisements, and we see the adults interacting and having fun, and Nezha joins them. But we don't see the two teenagers interact at all.

Bi Verta x Bi Li Yunxiang Another crossover ship I made up cuz I didn't see a lot of Nezha Reborn and White Snake crossovers. Which surprised me, especially after Green Snake.

Gay Jiang Ziya x Gay Shen Gongbao These two lived in the same house together for 10 years and adopted a daughter together. I am convinced these two are a married couple.

Bi Mirabel There was a little bisexual rainbow on her dress. That's proof enough for me. Lol.

Lesbian Amaya x Lesbian Janai I loved seeing their dynamic in the show.

Non-Binary Kazi I love them. I'm glad they got more attention in the show.

Lesbian Susie x Trans Noelle "Why does Noelle have antlers. Is she trans? The Null the Null the Null the Null..."

Non-Binary Kris I love them. They literally never said a word, and I love them.

AroAce Krel Based on a comic I made.

Aro Blaze Another OC.

Aro Douxie Idk why, but I get that vibe from him.

2023 Pack:

Furry Omni Toby x Furry Demigirl Darci The moment Darci said she didn't want people to like her just because she was a girl, I felt that in my soul.

Bi Steve x Pan Aja I am not convinced Steve is straight.

Pan Simon x Gay Ao Bing This ship was inspired by a youtube video that had a list of crossover ships, this being on of them. And I freaking love it.

AroAce Sun Wukong and AroAce Tang Sanzang In Monkey King Reborn, out of everyone in the friend group, you can just tell that these two cared about each other the most. And I think that's just sweet.

Fuck. I can only have 30 images per post. I'll reblog with the rest of the 2023 pack.

[drunkoffsmoke]

elliot's request page.

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about the writer. male, any prns. but mainly he/they, music + cats + sleep lover, trans 'n omnisexual. might add more later but for now this is enough.

rules.

1. remain respectful. i don't tolerate disrespect. if you're rude to me in any way, i won't be nice anymore. remember, i'm a mirror. i copy others behavior.

2. don't ask for fem reader. i strictly write for male and gender-neutral audiences. any fem aligned people, please don't interact.

3. be patient. i have a life outside social media. i'm a busy man, and sometimes i'd rather not spend my free time writing fanfictions or i simply won't feel motivated to write.

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fandoms.

COD (Call Of Duty).

könig, capt. price, ghost, soap, alejandro, valeria, farah, alex, rudy, nikolai, gaz, graves.

AOT (Attack On Titan).

eren, zeke, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, erwin, levi, hange, reiner, bertholdt, annie, pieck, porco.

SPIDERMAN (ITSV + ATSV).

miles, peter b., miguel, gwen, hobie, pavitr, noir, penny, the prowler (miles).

BEASTARS.

legoshi, louis, haru, juno, jack, bill, pina, melon, riz, gohin.

HTTYD (How to train your dragon).

hiccup, astrid, fishlegs, ruffnut, tuffnut, snotlout.

TLOU (The Last Of Us/Show).

joel, tess, tommy, marlene, ellie.

MARVEL. (CLOSED)

tony starks, capt. america, peter parker, thor, dr. strange, bucky, scarlet, deadpool, gamora, black panther, ant-man, star-lord, mantis, nebula, bruce, natasha, loki, hawkeye, falcon.

ARCANE.

vi, viktor, jinx, vander, silko, ekko, caitlyn.

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what i write.

smut

angst

fluff

headcanons

gore

lemon

platonic

multiple characters x reader

various au's

pretty much anything

what i don't write.

incest

non-con/rape

crossovers

minor x adult (both have to be at least 18.)

any weird kinks (such as piss kink, foot fetish etc)

character x oc

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a/n: this will get updated whenever, so be sure to always check before requesting.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

no, i haven't forgotten about the old requests—i believe there are four. i will get to them starting from tomorrow, 07/21. after i finish them my requests will be open (i deeply apologize to the people who had to wait so long in order to receive their fanfics).

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[echoes-of-belonging]

HTTYD fanfic

So I am writing a Hiccup x oc fanfic on Ao3

Hireath Of the Forgotten

I just wanted to share it here as well.

I made this blog because I wanted a place to share things about the world or stuff that don't fit into the story or need explaining and the notes in Ao3 is not the place to do it.

[draconic-ichor]

The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/moon x female oc

Part 8

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, vaginal fingering, use of toys, vaginal sex with a toy

Summary: Tabby and Sun spend some quality time together and finally have a real date day while exploring their new relationship…while Moon feels like a third wheel.

Feedback appreciated, 18+.

The last week had been quite eventful…

Sun, ever the robot to please, took every opportunity to fulfill duties he saw as ‘househusbandly’. Despite not putting actual labels to each other, Tabby and Sun very quickly started giving ‘I love yous’ to one another. True sentiment warmed the words, neither ever finding such companionship and acceptance prior.

Tabby had cared for them for a good long while, finally starting to accept how deeply that feeling truly ran. They were animatronics, but had given her more in the short time she’d known them than any man with a heart of flesh. It was an odd feeling, to be safe in another’s arms, but they were weird and that was perfectly alright.

Not to mention Tabby’s fingers had quite literally been within his chest, a special type of intimacy only he, Moon, and her shared.

Vulnerability was a gift, one that both Tabby and Sun chose to give after keeping it so hidden after years of mistreatment at the hands of others.

It was a layer of closeness that Moon coveted, yet his fears held that want deeply.

More good news came in the announcement that Fazbear Entertainment was cutting losses and fully pulling out of that area of the country. Too many financial losses over the last year.

Tabby nightly creeped all their socials and Internet forums since the fire to keep tabs on the company the best she could. It was a relief to have their presence no longer casting a foreboding shadow over them.

Tabby was more comfortable going on walks with Sun, getting him some true fresh air and new sights. The attitude of the world shifting, the younger generations hardly batting an eye to robots in the city. Tabby still made them keep their hood up, even going as far to make him wear a face mask or carry an umbrella some days.

Moon was another story…still being quite withdrawn and moody. He’d started climbing the fire escape at night, spending hours just looking at the sky…

~

The bedroom filled with the rhythmic sounds of passion, praises mixed with the slap of skin against metal.

Sun’s hand was over his pelvis, fingers curled upwards to mimic the placement of a cock. Tabby straddled him, bouncing on those fingers, being urged on by his free hand on her hip. Sun was nothing but words of praise and encouragement, rays spinning as she lost herself further.

Tabby had her hands flat against the metal of his chest, legs trembling as his fingers stretched her open.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was wistful, optics hearts as he watched her.

The sound she made mixed in with the wet squelched of her cunt.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” Sun chanted, “All for me.”

“Yes.” Tabby nodded, losing herself rapidly.

“Say it.” Sun urged, curling his fingers into her sweet spot.

“I’m yours!” She hiccuped, hips bucking forward.

His rays spun, smile spanning the width of his faceplate. The hand on her hip gripped her a bit tighter, fingers digging into the skin possessively. He very quickly learned the weakness she felt by just the size of his hands.

Moon watched, feeling a mixture of jealousy, discomfort and soul crushing desire. Becoming an involuntarily voyeur to their activities did nothing for his shyness when interacting with Tabitha.

He knew what she tasted like, the sounds she made in pleasure, and what her insides felt around exploring fingers. It was all through a film of gauze, a layer of separation when he wasn’t in control, but it was enough.

Oh god it was enough.

The desire he felt, when watching her cry out for Sun, was indescribable.

It sank deep into his circuits, melting his processors to mush when he’d replay those tapes over and over again for himself later.

Sun was deaf to Moon’s current suffering, much too preoccupied with the woman using his fingers to fuck herself silly.

He felt her tighten, urging her on sweetly.

“I love you!” She cried, clamping around his fingers. She fell forward, cuddling into his chest as quakes of pleasure rocketed through her body.

“I love you too, Sunshine!” Sun held her close, working her through the most recent orgasm, “You did so so so so well!”

Feeling that she was quite spent, he withdrew from her, cuddling her a bit before sitting her down.

She flopped onto the bed, sweaty as she gulped in air.

“Good morning Starlight!” Sun’s smile was arrogant as his rays softly clinked back and forth.

“M-morning.” She managed back, raising a thumbs up.

Sun chuckled, leaning closer to ask cheekily, “Better than coffee?”

She gave a nod, echoing, “Better than coffee.” She swallowed, adding “I still would like coffee though…” There was almost a pleading lilt to her voice making Sun chuckle further.

He stood up, leaning his lanky frame easily over the bed to press his faceplate to her forehead in a makeshift kiss.

“I’ll start a bath for you, then coffee after, alrighty?” He hummed.

She nodded, attempting to still the small quakes of aftershocks.

Sun continued to hum, evolving into a tune as he left the bedroom.

Tabby smoothed back sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, hearing the faucet turn on across the hall.

Sun’s caretaking skills smoothly slid into the daily routine of taking care of her “in every way” as he would say. The animatronic not leave much space to doubt his intentions, or Tabby the room to question…often.

This is weird…

She thought, sitting up.

But I’m…happy?

Her thoughts swirled.

It was an odd feeling, to be content with the presence of a partner, to feel secure in someone’s arms. Like they would kill for you.

As promised the coffee was poured and ready on the counter as Tabby stepped out of the bathroom, towling her hair dry as she went. Cup still steaming she carefully took it, breathing deep the aroma.

“It’s a beautiful day!” Sun announced, looking out the balcony door windows. He mindlessly swayed as he watched people walk below.

“Let’s go out today?” Tabby offered, brightening as she sat the damn towel beside her.

“Just a walk?” Sun asked, not turning from the window, “We just bought groceries.”

“We could go to the mall?” Voice hopeful, “It could be fun.”

“I've never been to a mall!” Sun’s head spun around like an owl to meet her question with an excited grin.

“It’s a weekday, so it shouldn’t be too busy.” She sipped her coffee again before going on, “But I can show you where I get my shoes and stuff.”

“I’d love love love to!” Sun agreed wholly, his body twisting fluidly to right itself with his head position.

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Even though they’d taken a handful of walks together previously Sun never lost that look of wonder about him with every new outing. He would smile up into the sunlight and admire every little tree or bird that dotted the city streets.

Being near him made Tabby forget how mundane things had seemed to become. His optimism was a breath of fresh air to her smog filled mind.

And when the animatronic was happy he was talkative.

Sun chatted her ear off as they walked to the mall, reaching out to hold her hand. She would nod and smile, just listening to him ramble on about anything. He moved his free hand to emphasize certain words, smiling at her with utter delight.

The mall was big, multiple stories of shops with a large food court and open central plaza. Everything was a pale white with natural lighting making it feel more inviting despite the emptiness such a building could have on a slow day.

Sun walked in, faceplate raised towards the ceiling in an attempt to take everything in. It has been a long time since he’d been in such a large structure, waves of nostalgia washing over him.

“Woah.” He turned a bit, face still skyward.

“And this isn’t even the biggest one in the city.” Tabby pointed out.

“Dang.” Sun hummed, listening to the echo of their shoes.

“It’s a nice place to waste a day.” Tabby shrugged, taking his hand again.

She led him towards a bigger clothing store; Sun just followed obediently, too engrossed in trying to see everything around him.

“I shop here a lot when I’m not buying stuff online.” She informed, pulling him into the maze of clothing racks. Sun looked like a lone tree standing far above the racks, faceplate a never fading smile as Tabby explained certain sections and styles.

“Let’s put you in some skinny jeans and a nice flannel shirt!” Tabby clapped her hands together excitedly.

Sun looked bashful but nodded.

They found what she was imagining, scouting out a free dressing room to follow. Despite his stick legs it took a good few moments and teamwork to get him into the jeans, the pants only coming to his calf given his tall stature. The flannel was much easier, button ups totally avoiding the issue of his disk-like head and the wires that attached it.

Tabby stepped back to admire her work as Sun looked himself over.

“You look good!” She smiled brightly, a blush dusting her cheeks.

“I do?” He cocked his head, fiddling with the shirt a bit in the mirror. He shifted a bit, commenting, “The pants are a bit restrictive…”

“The price of beauty.” Tabby teased, padding up to look at them both in the mirror. Sun put his arm around her.

“Make a good pair?” He asked, a smile stretching across his faceplate.

She leaned into him more, making a thinking face just to worry him.

“Yes.” She finally gave him relief, adding afterwards, “But if you really want to match I’ll have to find some leather pants and spiked jewelry for you.”

Sun wilted, making her laugh.

“I’m joking!” She playfully shoved him away a bit, “I know black isn’t your color. Moon might dress punk with me though.”

“You both are brats.” Sun huffed, crossing his arms and looking away indignantly.

Tabby giggled harder, trying to tickle him and break his resolve.

As Sun worked to shimmy out of the jeans, Tabby’s attention shifted back towards the mirror. She looked herself over: her clothes were starting to get pretty tight…

She smoothed her hands over her stomach, drifting downwards to her widening hips.

She gave a little sigh.

Sun perked up, the look of frustration falling away to concern. He shuffled around a bit, pants holding his feet together.

“Sunshine?” He chirped.

Tabby sighed again, unwavering in her scrutiny, “I’m gaining weight…” her voice was thick with disappointment.

Sun scoffed, “Because you are finally eating healthy.”

It was true.

Sun was an attentive caretaker, making three meals a day for her and guilt tripping hard if she refused. She was finally providing her body with adequate nutrition after years of energy drinks and boxed snacks.

“I think you look pretty.” Sun spoke genuinely, adding, “More now than ever.” The certainty in his tone, like every word was fact, made her look back at herself again.

There was more color to her cheeks, a brightness about her. If anything she looked less boney, filling out her figure.

“You think so?” She hummed.

“I know so.” He smiled back, hopping a bit to get his foot free of the constructive pants.

Sun ended up buying a flannel with his own hard earned money, even finding a funny T-shirt for Moon. Tabby giggled, reading over it. The shirt was dark with big bold letters saying: I Bite.

It didn’t take long for Sun to spot their next impromptu stop.

“They have an arcade!” Sun exclaimed, pointing towards the gaming corner of the mall. His optics showed stars, bouncing a bit as he asked, “Can we go? Can we? Can we? Can we?”

“We gotta stay in the main half.” She pointed out, remembering the darker, neon light section.

“Please!?” He begged, jumping in place.

Tabby took his arm to steady him, smiling, “Let go.”

“Yeah!!”

As they stepped inside, shoes sticking to the crunchy patterned carpet, Tabby realized how barren the place was. They would basically have the main gaming area to themselves.

She found a token machine, ruffling through her purse for money. Sun swayed happily beside her, excitement vibrating through his system.

“I always wanted to go to the arcade.” Sun beamed, “It looked so fun!”

“Why didn’t you?” She asked, feeding dollars into the token machine as she listened.

“It was against the rules.” He answered simply, “But Moon would go sometimes. And sometimes he’d bring me little things back.” Sun cupped a hand as if holding the little trinkets, smiling down at his empty palm in memory, “One time he found a little fish toy that could glow in the dark. I made sure to leave it in the light so he could see it glow later.”

Tabby glanced back at him. Sentimental affection pooled in his milky gaze, still cupping his empty hand.

“Maybe we can win one today?” She offered, collecting the tokens.

“Yea!?” Sun brightened, looking suddenly determined.

He skipped deeper into the game room, faceplate rotating as much as the hoodie would allow, to take everything in.

His voice was light as he chirped, “What first?! What first?!”

“Anything you like.” Tabby smiled, adding cheekily, “What would you like to pop your arcade cherry with?”

Sun didn’t even register her risqué comment, too engrossed in his surroundings. Looking like a kid in a candy store, the animatronic wandered around to browse his options. With every bright flash of light from a machine, or funky sound he would jump and gush about how amazing it was.

Tabby smiled softly, following with her hands full of tokens patiently. This was all new for him after all.

He halted, pointing, “That one!”

Tabby followed his finger, seeing a two person racing game. This was one that you could sit on fake motorcycles to turn and steer.

She chuckled with a nod, feeding the tokens in as Sun got comfortable. (Or as comfortable as one with such a lanky frame could manage) He gripped the handlebars, leaning forward to mimic people he saw on tv.

“Easy, tiger.” Tabby swung her leg over her own.

He almost didn’t hear her, bouncing a bit with impatience.

The game was fast, but Sun was full of laughter nevertheless, begging to go again. Afterwards they played some smaller games here or there until Sun’s attention was captured by a corner of rainbow lighting.

“Let’s do this one!” Sun smiled eagerly at a dance dance Revolution game. The bright lights of the dance pad reflected off his metal, sending colors dancing over his features.

“I…might sit this one out.” Tabby held herself a little tighter, taking a step back.

Sun cocked his head, reaching out for her, “Come on starlight, it’ll be fun.” His voice was both gentle and encouraging at the same time, sending a crack through her self consciousness.

“I’m shit at dancing.” She shook her head.

“It’s not about being good.” He smiled, “It’s about having fun!”

He took her hands, leading her closer to the game, “Come on.”

“Fine!” She conceded, awkwardly stepping onto the dance square.

They both were pretty bad at the game, Sun not letting it get to him despite it all. He was all smiles and laughter as he tried to hit the lit up squares while Tabby tried to focus intently.

She ended up loosing…sorely.

“That was fun!” Sun straightened, unable to get winded.

Tabby on the other hand, huffed to catch her breath, face red.

“Better luck next time.” Sun smiled, no jesting to his encouragement.

“No.” Tabby huffed hotly, bending down to fight with the buckles of her boots.

He tilted his head, “No?”

“Fuck you.” She threw her boots to the side, “I want a rematch.”

He glanced down at her sock clad feet, realizing she was attempting to get some sort of advantage without her chunky boots. Sun’s look of concern evaporated into a sly smirk.

“If you insist, starlight.” His voice was like honey, a gleam to his milky eyes.

She lost again…

Sun cheered triumphantly this time, the fires of competition going to his head.

“It’s not fair.” Tabby murmured indignantly as she fetched her boots, “You have longer legs.”

“And you are a sore loser.” He shot back, adding cheekily, “With tiny legs.”

“I’m normal sized!” She stomped.

“Not from my perspective.” He teased, standing as straight as he could to exasperate the difference in their heights.

Tabby sputtered up at him like a feral kitten, becoming worse at his smug smile. He chuckled at her little display, crossing his arms as he waited her out.

“Just because you look like a giraffe!” She spouted.

“A giraffe?” He put a hand to his chest.

“You’re even yellow!” Tabby couldn’t help the smile that cracked over her face.

“I’m even yellow???” Sun echoed in disbelief, putting on a tone of offense, “How dare you?”

Tabby cracked further, a little giggle eaking out as Sun dramatically laid the back of his hand over his faceplate, free hand fisted over his chest.

“How dare you?!” He turned away flamboyantly, bowing his head.

Tabby fully laughed now at his antics, closing the distance between them to grab at him.

“Oh come on, theater boy.” She giggled, trying to pull him, “We have more tokens to spend!”

Dropping the act like a stone, Sun turned back towards her snickering.

They managed to get a good haul of tickets; Sun a bit too proficient with time centric games, Tabby needing to cut him off before they got kicked out for cheating.

Sun waited near the entrance, people watching, as Tabby turned in their winnings at the prize counter. He’d begun to daydream when she padded up next to him.

“Was this what you meant?” Tabby’s voice was hopeful as she held out a little soft plastic toy: it was a small green fish with painted black eyes.

Sun took it carefully, smiling, “It’s a bit different, but it’s still swell!” He had to use his free hand to press against his rays to keep them away, looking almost embarrassed as he tilted his head.

“What else did you get?” He asked, trying to distract from himself.

“Um…” Tabby looked into the little bag, “I got a sticky hand, and a Chinese finger trap…” she showed off each object respectively.

“I used to have to confiscate those a lot.” Sun murmured, gesturing to the finger trap.

“Wait why?” She cocked her head, skeptical.

Sun frowned, “The kids would get them stuck and scream, or they would trick the smaller ones to do the same thing. I just started taking them. That and slime…” Sun shivered in remembrance, “The slime got everywhere.”

“Did you ever have problems with the magnets?” Tabby asked as they walked back into the main plaza. She could remember all the promotional or character magnets the Plex’s arcade counter used to have.

“Like with the kids or myself?”

“Yourself.” She clarified, “Like the kids using them against you.”

“You think Fazbear Entertainment makes gift magnets strong enough to interfere with any software??” He scoffed.

“Fair enough.”

“The most damage they could do is to my patience.” He huffed, “They would make a game of sticking them to my back on the bits of steel around my mounting ring.”

“Mounting ring.” Tabby giggled.

“That’s what it’s called!” Sun snapped, exasperated.

“Like a horse.” She snorted.

Sun played a fairly realistic horse sound from his voice box making Tabby cover her mouth to hide the noise that threatened to leave her.

“I can do more.” Sun announced, playing a different one and making her break down a bit more. Tabby was attempting to keep her cool in public, Sun using that to his advantage. He leaned in closer, smile devious. “I can even gallop a bit for you if you ask reeeeal nicely.”

“What about a horse ride?” She managed through the snickers, still hiding half her face.

“You’ll have to take me to dinner first.” He winked.

“Sun!”

She shoved him playfully as they laughed, other people gave a side eye at their antics as they passed.

As the laughter subsided, Sun caught a sound: a low grumble. His head tilted, asking knowingly, “Are you hungry?”

“…maybe.”

The food court was more busy than the other sections of the mall, as it was getting closer to lunchtime. Sun pulled his hoodie closed around his faceplate, hunching over to follow behind Tabby. She went straight for the Chinese restaurant, a goofy panda sign greeting them.

This was all greasy quick versions of food, although you wouldn’t find her complaining about it. Sun declined any himself, knowing all he needed by a quick scan.

“This definitely reminds me of the plex…” he commented, tapping a finger on the table once they sat down. His optics squinted a bit as Tabby stirred in some packets of soy sauce.

“It’s mall food.” She shrugged, beginning to eat.

Natural light filtered in through the large sky windows over the food court. Sun never realized how much he missed the background hum of people, gathered together enjoying their time together. He felt content, simply sitting quietly to listen as Tabby played on her phone in-between bites.

Sun watched her, optics half lidded. His head tilted to the side.

Tabby noticed his gaze, making a little movement of realization. Sun’s smile widened fondly at the rosey blush that darkened her cheeks.

“What?” She gave a self conscious giggle, averting her gaze.

Sun’s fans whirled more audibly, moving a hand across the table. His arm rested against it gently as his fingers reached out towards her hand. Tabby instinctively moved a bit closer, lacing their fingers together.

“I’ve had a really good time today.” Sun murmured. His voice was soft and genuine.

She gave his hand a little squeeze. He returned the gesture, free hand coming up to push a threatening ray back in.

“I hope-“ Tabby stirred around her food a bit, eyes downcast, “We can do more together from now on.”

“I’d like that.” He nodded.

~

“Oh hey, I used to get some edgy jewelry here!” Tabby pointed to another shop. This one was fairly dark compared to the main mall, with lettering that resembled graffiti. Sun tilted his head, a tight look to his smile.

“Come on!” She pulled him by the hand, “They have cool band t-shirts!”

As they entered Sun was greeted with the sound of heavy music, following as Tabby still dragged him along.

“This definitely looks like a store you’d shop at…” he murmured, half smile forced.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She halted, releasing him to rest a hand on her hip.

He didn’t answer with words, instead glancing around at the spiked jewelry, chains, and fake leather.

“Shut up.” She hissed.

He hovered around her for a bit, groaning here and there as she looked through racks of clothes. Sun finally wandered off on his own as Tabby looked over the jewelry section.

Not finding anything to her liking she straighter, looking around for her animatronic. Being seven foot tall normally made him stick out like a sore thumb, but with this store’s floor to ceiling shelves he was off her radar.

She found Sun near the back of the store, engrossed in the colorful objects lining the wall.

Oh god,

Tabby thought…

He found the sex toys.

Seeing her approach he eagerly pointed to one, “I like this one!”

Tabby followed his gaze to see a multicolored dildo sporting a suction cup base. Her stomach flipped a bit.

“That’s so big.” She whispered to him, embarrassed.

“It says ‘medium’.” He informed, pointing to the listed size.

Tabby’s face reddened, hissing lowly, “In no world is eight inches, ‘medium’!”

Sun hummed a bit, taking the box carefully off the hook. He compared it to the length of his fingers, doing some quick math in his head.

“You’ve taken three fingers already, this shouldn’t be much more of a squeeze.” He gave a big smile.

“Fuckin hell, don’t say that right now.” She was crimson.

“Please Sunshine?” He begged, pouting out his lip a bit, “I think we could have some fun with it.”

She turned away, tapping her foot a bit. Sun, knelt down to muscle her, begging more pitifully.

“Fine.” Tabby conceded.

Sun’s rays spun happily, the animatronic getting scolded shortly after.

Tabby about died all over again when the cashier’s eye drifted between her and the animatronic with a smirk. She had them double bag the purchase before escaping.

She didn’t breathe easy until they were back outside, letting out her breath. Sun was absolutely beaming, carrying the bags as he followed beside her.

“Want to try a smoothie?” Tabby asked excitedly, pointing to a little shop, “They make the best fruity ones here!”

“Sure!” Sun accepted instantly.

They waited in line, Sun hunching a bit to look less conspicuous. Tabby ordered a wild berry smoothie, while Sun wanted to try a tropical citrus one.

They began their walk again, turning their steps towards the apartment. Sun sipped on his drink, rays threatening to pop out in his excitement. “It’s good!” He announced happily.

“I’m happy you like it.” She smiled, walking closely by his side. Her eyes drifted down to the bag he was still holding, blushing a bit.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, voice clear despite him currently mid drink.

“It’s just…” Tabby looked away, “I don’t understand how you can still find me pretty after seeing me so gross and sick.”

Sun scoffed, “That was nothing. I've dealt with far worse, thousands of times.

“And that doesn’t get to you?” She asked, sipping from her cup.

“Not really.” Sun shrugged, smile never fading, “I don’t really feel disgust about the same things humans do.”

Tabby looked interested, Sun going on as they walked, “Well a large part of human disgust to certain things is the fear of contamination or infection, but I can’t get sick.”

She watched as he spoke, loving how he would use his hands to better express his words. His smoothie caused a bit of problems in that regard, it threatened to spill as he spoke.

“Of course I can still find things disgusting, but human fictions I’m quite jaded to.” He smiled, “Oh!” He lifted his free hand to tap at the decorative nose on his faceplate with his index finger, “I can’t really smell…well anything! So that helps.”

Tabby nodded, “That makes sense.”

“But don’t worry about grossing me out.” He waved his hand, a laugh to his tone, “It’s hard to do.”

~

Sun hummed a tune as he stripped off his clothes. Neatly folding the bright colored garments, he placed them back on a shelf in the hall closet, grabbing the much darker stack from the same shelf. He gingerly put on Moon’s hoodie and sweatpants, smoothing himself down afterwards.

Happy with himself he padded over to the light switch, waiting just long enough to finish the song he’d been humming. Nodding, he flipped the switch, the room instantly growing dim.

Moon blinked awake, taking a moment to gather himself. Having gone into rest mode earlier in the day, the transition was a bit more of an effort than normal. Feeling himself over, he realized Sun had saved him a bit of time by changing clothes already. He huffed, mood sour.

Not even that little gesture smoothing him out. He scuttled away, crawling into their box fort.

“Oh hey!” Tabby’s face lit up when she saw him.

Moon jumped a bit, fans kicking up as he ducked into the fort.

Her smile faded ever so slightly, pressing on nevertheless to show him some of the items from the earlier adventure.

She had the shirt set out on the table, gesturing to it, “Sun found a shirt for you. It’ll be less constricting. And…oh!” She found the little fish.

Padding closer she held out the toy to him like an offering, it giving off a faint glow in the dim light.

Moon peeked out, optics shifting in-between the fish and her face.

“We won it for you!” She smiled happily.

His chest knotted up, feeling hotter. Moon gulped, emotions becoming a tangle in his circuits.

Unable to process he withdrew, turning away from her with a grating sound coming from his voice-box.

Tabby straightened, concern flashing over her face for a fleeting moment. She placed the toy on the bookshelf, fingers lingering on the wood for a long moment before she turned back towards the animatronic.

Things had been tense between them since Sun had become a boyfriend to her of sorts…and she couldn’t blame him for feeling awkward around her.

What if he was disgusted? Or maybe he’s angry?

She thought, biting her lip. Trying to smooth things over a bit, they did have to live together after all, she offered softly, “Want to watch a movie together?”

“No.”

The answer was quick and sharp, Moon not even looking up.

“Well maybe we can-“ she was cut off abruptly.

Moon growled out a, “Go away.”

Annoyance shot through her at his total dismissal of her olive branch, that feeling fueling her next words.

“Why are you such a grumpus tonight?” Tabby asked, hands on her hips.

Moon shuffled deeper into the box fort, almost completely hidden.

Taking a breath, she tried to remind herself of his unfortunate, and from her perspective, disinterested, situation.

“Well…” Tabby dejectedly sat the tv remote on the coffee table, “Heres this, if you want to watch tv…and Sun hid all of my snacks on top of the cabinets.” She frowned, “So if you want any, they are up there. Help yourself.”

When he didn’t answer she sighed, leaving him be.

S: You are being a brat.

M: Shut up.

S: Touché Touché

Moon growled from deep in his throat, scribbling away at a drawing. He’d already snapped a few of their crayons by this point.

S: Is someone jealous?

Moon didn’t answer, covering the paper in dark circles.

S: Mad I'm the favorite?

Sun pushed his buttons.

M: what happened to her being ‘ours’???

S: You not making a move happened.

S: I'm not stopping you, she might even enjoy it.

M: unlikely…

Another crayon snapped, Moon ruffling through the box for a new one.

S: What did you tell me before?

Sun made some humming sounds in their shared headspace showily, making Moon roll his eyes.

S: OH! I remember!

S: “You better stop thinking a hole in our head and do something about it…”

S: Awfully ironic now, eh Moony?

S: Eating your own words? So to speak

“Shut up!” He growled aloud, pulling his hat down to cover his face.

Sun softened.

S: I'm only messing with you…

“Im not in the mood for messing.” He whispered, looking down at the storm of dark colors on the paper. He frowned, pointed teeth poking from his lips.

S: Oh moony…

S: Just talk to her, you’ll never know unless you do.

Moon huffed, clawing at the paper a bit.

M: She won’t like me…that way…Not like you…

S: You slept in her bed first, remember?

M: That’s different…

S: I think you’re overthinking things.

M: I'm the bad guy of the act…no one falls for them.

S: This isn’t the stage.

Moon felt a pain in his chest.

M: Sun…I don’t know how to stop acting…

~

By the time Tabby returned home from work the following day, Sun had dinner ready and plated up at the kitchen island.

He was becoming quite the proficient cook, always looking up new fun recipes to try out. Not to mention Tabby had more vegetables in her diet in the last new months than her whole adulthood combined.

“Thank you.” She smiled, sitting down to eat. This was a mix of multicolored peppers and onions seasoned over rice, the kitchen full of its pleasant aroma.

Sun eagerly watched her take the first bite, wearing the apron Tabby had ordered him as a joke.

“Is it good?” He asked, head tilting hopefully.

She swallowed, nodding, “It’s really good! I don’t normally like peppers, but this is good.”

“Swell!” Sun smiled, gushing, “I found a recipe for a Cajun spice mix online and wanted to try it.” He waved his hand as he explained.

Seeing her fully tuck into her meal, satisfied, he started washing up the dishes. He hummed softly to himself as he did so.

“Hey Sunny?” Tabby looked up from her plate.

“Yes Star?” He chimed back.

“Why is it you sometimes use ‘I’ when talking, but then other times you use ‘we’?” She asked.

“Oh….” Sun turned from the sink, drying off his hands almost nervously.

Tabby set her fork down now, seeing his carefree mood evaporate.

“I only use “we” when I’m certain of Moon’s feelings on a matter.” Sun explained, “I don’t speak for him unless directly asked to do so.”

“But isn’t he always…aware?” She searched for the right word.

“No.” Sun shook his head, “He doesn’t pay attention all the time, sometimes going into rest mode or doing background processes while not active. I can even block him out completely if I concentrate hard enough.” Sun went on, “But we try to not do that anymore…it’s rather rude.”

“Anymore?” Tabby questioned, a worry lilting her voice.

“Oh well…hm.” Sun became twitchy, fiddling his hands together, “I had to…repress…him often, after the virus infected his side of our software.” His rays withdrew, looking away, “And when he got control he gave me the same treatment…”

Tabby nodded solemnly, food forgotten.

“We were designed to always communicate, different perspectives to best solve issues.” Sun brought his hands together to symbolize both halves joining, “And now we can be whole again. We were never meant to be alone.”

“Is that why you were more high strung at the plex?” She asked gently, adding quickly, “No offense.”

“Little taken…” he frowned, but answered, “It did contribute to the issues.” He sat down beside her, quiet for a moment.

Tabby reached out, softly placing a hand on his thigh for comfort.

His faceplate tilted towards the contact, sighing. “I had to do well…had to perform at a level I was never meant to, alone.” His voice was soft and distant, “After the incident with Moon they threatened to disassemble us. Things changed quickly and it was suddenly all on my shoulders to keep us alive.”

“Lights stayed on, I was the caretaker of the entire area. Staff feared us…left us without regular maintenance…”

“I think…I think they were just waiting for us to burn up. Waiting for the moment we broke. When we stopped being useful…”

His voice wavered the more he spoke, words rambling together,

“They stripped us of so much that made us whole, made us unique. They left us alone, to wear down.”

“Sometimes we still feel the need to go back, some echo of our directive…but they would just tear us down for parts or even just let us rot in storage at a different facility…”

A sound like a sob left his voice-box, smile strained and false. Tabby stood, rounding the kitchen island to comfort him.

Tabby held him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. He lay his faceplate on the top of her head, rocking a bit as he hugged her. It felt bittersweet, to finally say everything aloud, to finally spill the fear and resentment that festered deep inside them.

His breath was static-y, wavering out as he collected himself. He pulled back enough to look weakly at her, smile still fake.

“Your food is getting cold.” He informed softly.

“That’s ok.” She took his faceplate, watching him close his optics and melt into the contact, “Sit with me?”

He gave a small nod, taking a seat beside her as she sat back down to finish her dinner.

After dinner they cuddled closely, Sun still clingy and sensitive. Their closeness quickly evolved into something else: fingers exploring over the other.

“Sun!” She giggled as he pulled down her leggings, the animatronic giving her an innocent look back.

She kissed his faceplate, stepping out of her clothes as his hands raked over her ass and thighs.

The newly bought toy was in the forefront of his mind, having washed it earlier that same day. She could tell he was overly eager, excited about something as he eased in two fingers.

He was careful to stretch her, making scissoring motions to ready her as much as he could until she was a hiccuping mess.

Proud of himself, he scooped her up, toting her off to the bedroom.

“S-Sun?” She asked, holding onto him.

“Don’t worry yourself, I have something fun planned!” He smiled widely, not easing her worry in the slightest.

Her eyes caught the toy on the bedside table as he lay her down on the bed, face heating up.

Sun retrieved it, turning it over in his hands and he walked to the foot of the bed. Tabby watched his every movement, gulping as he looked over her.

Taking her by the ankle he pulled her down the bed.

“Wait, wait!” She blurted out, making him pause. Blushing she asked quickly, “Did you wash and sanitize that? You have to before using them.”

Sun’s optics was half lidded, leaning down to press a makeshift kiss to her ankle. “Done and done.” He cooed.

She swallowed, trying to give a little nod.

Sun attempted to work her up again, his excitement getting the better of him quickly, however.

Thinking she had to be ready enough, he sat back on his heels to line up the toy with her pussy. Attempting to press the bulbous head down into her opening he was met with resistance, the toy sliding up and crossing her clit. Tabby hissed, Sun trying again with minimal success.

“Tight fit, isn’t it.” Sun grumbled, smile faltering.

“I told you!” She yelped as he pulled her closer.

He gave a little huff in frustration, pushing a bit more forcefully. The head popped inside that tight ring of muscle making her cry out.

“Theeeere we go!” His smile returned, looking up at her proudly.

“Shit!” She cursed, thighs trying to close if not for Sun’s free hand keeping her fully open for him.

“Color?” He asked.

Tabby panted for a moment, smoothing back her bangs, “Y-Yellow.”

Sun didn’t move, giving her a moment to adjust. His free hand rubbed little circles into the meat of her thigh with his thumb, patiently.

“Green.”

“That’s it.” Sun’s voice was low and soothing, praising her for every inch of the toy she managed to take.

Finally she’d taken it all.

Tabby gulped in a breath, walls burning. Sun allowed her a moment to adjust, smiling, “Look at you. I knew you could take it!”

“Shut up.” She huffed, face red. There was no hint of a bite to her words, making Sun chuckle.

Tabby gave a little sound, signaling he could move again.

As he pulled the toy out his optics noticed something: the wetness coating the toy was tinged pink. His movement halted instantly, causing Tabby to sit up a bit in confusion. Her gaze followed his own, swallowing to sober herself a bit.

“Are you ok?!” Sun finally caught himself, worry spiking through him as his faceplate snapped up. His hand was frozen, unsure what to do.

“I’m fine.” She answered, keeping her voice low in an attempt to alleviate his tension.

“Is that blood?!” He asked, already picking up trace amounts through his scanner.

“Sun it’s ok!” Tabby insisted, “It’s normal. I told you it’s been a long time, it happens.”

“It’s normal?” He didn’t sound convinced, “Are you sure you’re not hurt? I can stop!”

“It’ll just take some getting used too.” She soothed, sitting back against the pillows again.

“Okay…” he frowned, worry still pooling in his milky gaze, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts?”

“I promise.” She nodded, voice tinged ever so slightly with desperation, “Now, please, do something!”

He nodded back, optics flicking back down to where the toy lay half inside her, carefully pushing it back in to the hilt. He listened to her breathe hitch, free hand moving to her stomach. He pressed down softly as he worked the toy back and forth, marveling at the fact he could feel the bump it created.

The added pressure inadvertently made Tabby arch, mewling out. Sun perked up, falling more comfortably into a steady rhythm.

“So good for me!” He praised, free hand moving to rub quick circles on her swollen clit, adding ardently, “Always such a good girl for me.”

“Ah-Fuck!” She cried, back arching under his relentless hands, “Sunny!”

“That’s it!” He cooed, working her through the orgasm, feeling how she tightened through the toy. His rays spun, the silicone cock holding fast in her flesh.

Waiting for her high to end, he carefully pulled out the toy, laying it to the side. Sun crawled up the bed to cuddle her, listening to her body’s little quakes of aftershocks.

“I wish I could feel what you do.” Sun mused, laying down next to her.

“What?”

Rolling on his side he murmured, “You always look so happy when you finish.” His hand came up, fingers drawing shapes into her skin.

Tabby processed his words, looking up at the ceiling. Closing her eyes she drifted a bit, lost in thought.

“Wait!” Tabby sat bolt upright suddenly, making Sun almost fall off the bed in surprise.

“W-What?” He asked, optics wide.

“I think I know a way!” She announced, jumping out of the bed. Sun followed her curiously as she went to her office, legs still unsteady.

No time for clothes, she pulled out her laptop triumphantly, needed cords still attached.

“A way to what, starlight?” Sun asked, head tilted.

“Simulate an orgasm.” She smiled back, holding up the laptop, “I just need to tap into your processors.”

His fans kicked up, almost looking bashful now, “Really?”

“Only one way to find out!” Tabby smiled, returning to the bedroom. She placed the laptop near the head of the bed, booting it up. As it went through the motions of powering on her glanced at the discarded toy, taking it in her hands.

She looked from the toy to Sun, gears turning in her head.

Beckoning him closer she steadied his hips with her free hand. Sun watched curiously as she pressed the suction cup to the smooth metal of his pelvis. It stuck fast.

“Oh my god.” She snorted, “That’s actually really funny.”

She turned back to the laptop, curiosity sated. As she typed away, deep in thought, Sun gave the phallus an experimental tug. Finding it quite secure he swayed back and forth, watching it as it swung along with his movement.

“Sun?” Tabby spoke, not looking up from her laptop. Fully engrossed in what he was doing, he didn’t answer.

Tabby glanced up. Raising her voice this time, she snapped, “Sun!”

“Huh?” He paused, mid sway, looking up quickly.

“Come here.” She instructed, making room for him on the bed.

Titling his head, he padded over, sitting next to her. Tabby carefully hooked some wires into the back of his faceplate, moving to unscrew the buttons that held his chest plate together.

“What are you doing, Starlight?” His head tilted the opposite direction.

“Going to try to make you feel good, I told you.” She smiled up at him, plugging in the last wire into a port.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s our job to take care of you.” His voice was soft.

“I want to.” She soothed, asking, “Can you lay down for me?”

Sun carefully moved to lay down on the bed, Tabby moving the laptop to sit beside him.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, kneeling beside him.

“Yes.” He nodded a bit, unknowingly taking the more rigid position he would have when in parts and service.

“Good!” She smiled, moving closer to his face, “Now let’s play red light green light again, okay?”

“Ok!” He nodded, excited.

“Let’s start small.” She went back to the computer, going into his processors, “I’m going to do a low grade pulse through your system of touch, ok?”

“Mhm.” He lay back.

Typing up a bit, she hit enter.

A shiver ran through his body with the new

sensation.

“Green light.”

Tabby upped the input, causing a tremor to jolt his body. “Where are we at with this compared to normal feeling?” She asked, turning towards him.

His optics dilated, searching for words for a moment. “It’s more.” He finally spoke, voice breathy, “More than normal.”

“Feel good?” She smiled.

“Very good.” He nodded.

“Let’s give you some more.” She upped it again. This time he began to writhe ever so slightly, limbs seemingly moving on their own with the stimulation. She watched his hands clench and unclench, jaw tight.

“Sunny?”

“Green light.” He managed, optics closing.

While he was distracted, Tabby carefully swung her leg over him, sitting gingerly on his pelvis just above where the toy was still stuck.

Feeling her weight on him, his hands instantly went to her waist. He kept a firm hold on her in an effort to ground himself.

“Good boy.” She cooed, lifting her hips just enough to line the toy up with her still wet cunt. The slide was easy, their hips meeting in moments.

Sun managed to look up, optics showing hearts as he watched her bounce a bit on the toy, mind swimming with fantasies. It made him heat up further, fingers digging into her skin.

“Is it good?” She asked breathily, smiling at his eager nods. Leaning forward she urged, “Tell me?”

“It’s good!” His voice was strained, nodding furiously, “It’s so good!”

“Want more?” She asked, her own hips moving a bit faster.

He bucked a bit to meet her, begging now.

“Please! Please! Please, Starlight!” Sun bit the silicone of his lip.

She leaned forward, toy almost slipping out as she upped the input another level.

His systems surged.

Optics filled with light as every processor sang with feeling. Any little pleasures he’d ever had from mundane things: the softness of fabric, the fur of an animal, the cold of ice, or the taste of food; all paling in the pleasure that threatened to fry his circuits in this moment.

This is what humans felt?

This is what euphoria felt like?

Euphoria: noun: a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

His mind raced, the pleasure threatening pain. Biting at his operating system in quick succession. He felt everything, glitching as his limbs twitched with the built energy. It was ecstasy.

POP

Sun went limp, optics black with a small snapping sound as all his systems blue screened.

Tabby halted, worry spiking through her. She rushed to unplug him from the laptop.

As Sun’s systems came back online a shaking sound left his voice-box. His optics blinked back to life, hands instantly shifting to Tabby’s thighs for grounding.

“You ok, big guy?” She asked.

“H-“ Sun breathed, “Holy moly!”

Tabby started giggling, “It must have been good to get a whole ‘holy moly’ out of you!?”

“Better than anything!”

Sun tried to right himself, some processes slower to get fully going. He gave her a big lopsided smile, excitement in his milky eyes, “Let’s do it again!”

“Later, okay?” Tabby gave him a gentle smile, “I don’t want you to fry your circuits…”

His optics made hearts, large hands moving up her sides to cup her face. Tabby leaned into the contact, still flushed from earlier activities. “Will you marry me?!” Sun asked sweetly, not an ounce of jesting in his tone.

“Sun.” Tabby snickered, “We aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend yet.” She pointed out.

Not missing a beat, Sun then asked instead, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She sobered a bit, gazing down at him with warmth. “I will.” She nodded, accepting softly.

Sun’s rays spun happily.

A stretch of silence grew between them as they caught their breath fully and cooled down. Tabby unsuctioned the toy from him, tossing it aside to wash later. She lay beside him, listening to his fans trying like mad to cool him down.

“Sunshine?” Sun spoke, voice wistful.

“Hm?”

He tilted his head towards her, asking “Marry me?”

“Sun!”

~

Having a rare late shift, Tabby pushed open the door to be met with a dimly lit apartment. The stove light paired with her RGB backlights to her entertainment system gave enough light to navigate and do certain tasks.

Hanging her bag up, Tabby called out, “Hey Moon, I’m home!”

A shuffling sound made her look towards the couch, Moon on all fours behind it, gazing back at her with red optics.

She gave him a little wave before going into the kitchen for a soda. Popping the tab she tilted back her head to take a sip, nearly chocking when her eyes caught something: there was a thick swirling pattern, seemingly drawn onto the wall, near the doorway leading to the hall.

“Hey!?” She sputtered, wiping away split soda with the back of her hand.

Moon peaked out at her outburst, head tilted.

“What did I tell you about drawing on the walls?!” Tabby scolded, storming over to the decorated wall. Her tone was sharp, like one used to reprimand a child.

Moon was still for a moment, having crawled out from hiding to stand, frown darkening his face. He listened, teeth poking out as she ranted on about security deposits and magic erasers.

Without a word he stalked closer, hunched crookedly forward to be face level with her.

Tabby gulped, words dying on her tongue.

Moon stared at her for a moment, red optics narrow.

He raised a hand, Tabby flinching a bit on instinct. Her eyes closed tightly, steeling herself for what? She didn’t truly know.

The sound of ripping paper sliced through the apartment, Tabby blinking in bewilderment, head snapping towards the sound.

Moon had unceremoniously ripped away the paper he had earlier taped up, revealing the unmarked wall underneath at the expense of his art.

“…oh…” Tabby wilted, seeing now everything had been carefully cut out from paper in reality. She looked back to Moon, guilt coming off her in waves.

His face was still tight, frown burned into his faceplate. He crumpled up the held paper, dropping the ball to the floor wordless.

“M-Moon I-“ she started to stutter out an apology as Moon turned on his heels.

She followed him out onto the balcony, stopping as he swung over onto the fire escape, regretfully watching him disappear onto the roof.

Tabby pulled her coat tighter around from the chill of the night air, stomach in knots.

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DUPLICITY

masterlist

Hiccup x OC

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine… coming soon

edits

Trailer

“It Almost Worked”

“We have the same left!”

Holding it together

“You knew the house was burning down”

“Green is my favorite color”

“You’re alive”

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Kari.

He’s so bbg. Jack deffo yanks on those gayass feathers.

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Chapter Three: A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 3.6k

Chapter Summary: It’s not easy trying to persuade a rouge dragon rider, Hiccup finds that out the hard way. In a chase across the open water, there aren’t many places to hide, only deceiving one another or getting a little help from some other riders. It isn’t easy to lose a seasonal dragon rider, Valkyrie finds that out the hard way.

Overall Summary: A mysterious new dragon rider has been starting to make their presence known by tearing through dragon hunter ships and leaving nothing in their wake. What dragon they ride is unknown. What they look like is unknown. Why they are hunting the dragon hunters is unknown. The only thing that is known is that they will stop at nothing to destroy every dragon hunter ship at any cost.

“Valkyrie?” Hiccup was startled, nearly dropping the helmet he had caught midair as he stared at the girl from the markets he had met a day prior. As his eyes rocked down to the dragon that Valkyrie was sitting on. “What are you doing out here? Better yet, what are you doing on a… Dayfury?”

“Lightfury,” Valkyrie corrected, the white dragon below her gargling at the name Hiccup had called her. Stardust’s head turned to glower up at Hiccup, doing so until a green eye caught hers. “Now if you would be so kind, I need that helmet back.”

“You need to answer my question first,” Hiccup demanded, pulling the helmet closer to his body. He could see Valkyrie look back nervously, eyes flickering over the ships before her head turned back forward, a more set expression on her face. Hiccup tried again, “Why are you out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” She rebutted, hands growing restless as she felt her hair smack against her skin. She felt exposed. “You don’t understand Hiccup, I need that mask.”

“Why?” He made his voice gentler as he asked this time around, trying to offer a sense of calm to pull an answer out of Valkyrie. “What is so important about this mask that you can’t go without it?”

“Because Ryker knows who I am, alright?” Valkyrie felt the words slipping from her mouth in a burst of desperate anger. The terror that dawned on Valkyrie’s mind came crashing in waves at the information she just shared with Hiccup. Taking a steadying breath, Valkyrie tried not to let the unsettling silence get to her. She had to think of something, and something quick. “A few years ago I had a run-in with Ryker. Stardust wasn’t with me at the time and I hadn’t yet found the sword you saw me use, so I was basically defenceless. Ryker thinks I’m dead, and with all honestly, I probably should be.”

Now the silence that hung in the air was for a different reason. Hiccup’s face was calculating, the new information being absorbed and stored away somewhere in his brain for later analysing. “But why are you fighting the dragon hunters? Wouldn’t you want to get as far away from Ryker as possible?”

“There is no running from that man Hiccup,” Valkyrie warned, her voice eerie as her eyes shot back down to her helmet. She needed this to sound believable so she could get her helmet back and then promptly disappear. “Ryker has eyes and ears everywhere. So I took on a new face, a face he can’t see.”

“You’re the reason we’ve had destroyed armadas turning up at our island,” Hiccup nearly whispered, the answer dawning on him for something that had been eating at his mind since he and the other dragon riders came upon their first destroyed ship. As he turned to face Valkyrie, the Lightfury below her made a snap of her jaw, drawing Hiccup’s eye once more. “Come with us Valkyrie. Me and the other dragon riders can help you. We want Ryker gone just as much as you do.”

“Oh, we want very different things Hiccup,” Valkyrie’s voice was dark as she spoke, eyes staring hollowly into Hiccup. Valkyrie lifted her left hand and ran it along Stardust’s neck, leading down to her leg, sending a silent message to the dragon. “Now, I’m gonna need that helmet back.”

In a quick arch of her wings, Stardust went hurtling towards Hiccup and the dragon he was flying. Valkyrie had never seen a dragon like it before, the species being of a similar build to Stardust. Valkyrie didn’t plan on finding out what type of dragon that was though as Stardust curved over the top of Hiccup and his dragon, one of her arms outstretched as she snatched the white helmet from his hands. When the scaly thing was back to its rightful owner Stardust flipped back around and shot forward, leaving Hiccup and his dragon behind.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Hiccup yelled, making Valkyrie fasten the helmet on her head quicker. Valkyrie could feel as the muscles in Stardust’s back tense, her wings winding out further as she readied a plasma blast in her jaw. “We got to catch them bud.”

As Hiccup spoke, Stardust released her shot of pink flames. Valkyrie tucked herself in close to Stardust’s back without a second thought. As the warm flames washed over them, Valkyrie felt the sensation of warping run across her skin, the cloaking that covered Stardust extending to her.

“What the?” Valkyrie heard Hiccup ask, a confused mew following his words. Valkyrie chanced a glance back, to see Hiccup and his dragon flying straight forward, the dark dragon looking wildly around. “Find them Toothless.”

Without warning rings of purple shot out straight at Stardust and Valkyrie. Valkyrie tried to warn Stardust as silently as she could, twirling her finger in a circle along her back but Valkyrie wasn’t quick enough as those purple rings wrapped around them. They didn’t hurt but Valkyrie could feel the energy surging over her.

“Good job bud,” Hiccup said at the same time Valkyrie realised her outline was somehow visible. An elated hum left Toothless as he now had a target to chase after. Valkyrie faced forward quickly, keeping herself low down to Stardust.

“Lose the cloaking Star, they can see us so there’s no point trying to stay hidden,” Valkyrie whispered lowly, pressing her right hand down on the side of Stardust’s neck. “Hiccup’s dragon is going to naturally blend in with the night sky while we are going to stand out. Our best bet is to tire them out by both leading them in every direction and vanishing without a trace. Worst case scenario I have to use one of the Zippleback canisters on them.”

Stardust let out a disapproving grumble as she shook her head, effectively shaking the cloaking off of them while also telling Valkyrie her plan wasn’t as thought out as she hoped it to be. “I’m giving you the reigns here Star. Do whatever you need to lose them.”

The words didn’t need to be said twice as Stardust instantly tucked her wings to her body, falling from the sky as they dived towards the ocean. A startled whump came from behind them as Stardust showed no sign of stopping. At the sound of beating wings behind them, Valkyrie knew that they were being followed just like she had hoped. Before they could hit the water, Stardust’s wings shot out, slowing them down for half a second before they were thrown upwards, shooting back towards the sky like an arrow as they attempted to leave Hiccup and Toothless behind them.

Another shot of plasma was launched forward, Stardust diving through it as Valkyrie clung onto her back. As they flew into invisibility, Valkyrie could hear the same echo of the purple rings being shot upwards. This time Stardust was prepared to avoid them as she took a sharp left, flicking out of the firing range of Toothless’s location blast. Stardust began to steer upwards now that the rings had passed her. Their peace didn’t last long though as multiple rings were shot in circles, dancing across the sky as Toothless continued to shoot them at every angle manageable.

“Why can’t that dragon just let us get away?” Valkyrie questioned to no one, in particular, a grunt following her words as her hands grew an outline. A similar response was drawn out of Stardust as she became visible once again with a grumble, her teeth snapping together a few times like she was mimicking talking. “You know what? Let’s just drop a Zippleback canister on them now. Stardust fall.”

A gargle of joy fell from Stardust’s throat as she stopped moving her wings, the two appendages going limp as the dragon started to fall backwards. As the two of them whipped through the wind, Valkyrie struggled to pull one of the canisters from the saddlebag. She probably should have thought everything through a little longer.

It didn’t take long to pull one of the canisters out of the bag, just in time as well as she heard the questions rising from both Hiccup and his dragon. Unlocking the canister, Valkyrie throws it over to Hiccup, the boy naturally catching it. It was only then that he realised what the green gas coming from the small box.

A little too late as well as Stardust’s mouth lit, a small blaze of fire shooting out as they continued to fall. As the explosion emitted above them, Stardust flipped over in the air and shot forward, repeating the process that would turn her invisible. “Sindri isn’t getting that back any time soon.”

Valkyrie was hoping that Hiccup would get the hint this time around. Would leave her alone. But when her hands became outlined in front of her and rings of purple spiralled away, it became clear that she wouldn’t be getting away from the dragon rider that easily.

Hiccup’s hair stood up and was only slightly singed. Valkyrie was good at running away, disappearing–literally–without a trance. But he knew dragons. He had been herding them to and from the Edge for months at this point. With a bit of luck, he’d be able to steer her toward the Edge and hopefully–if Odin’s looking out for him–the other riders will take notice and help him.

Valkyrie was already outlined again in front of him. She didn’t shake the cloak that took over her this time around, making it slightly harder to follow them since the outlining still faded after a while but Toothless made sure to keep them visible.

After the Zippleback attack–in which Hiccup still had the canister held in his hand–he and Toothless were a bit more careful with how they approached the duo in white, not knowing what they might throw at him next. “Come on bud, they’re already taking themselves towards the Edge, let’s just make sure they don’t get off track.”

Toothless’s wings spread as he glided off to the left, silently encouraging Valkyrie and Stardust to fly right, their presence acting as a deter. And it worked as the Lightfury that Valkyrie was riding zipped away, trying to force Toothless (Hiccup) away from her. Every time they got too close the dragon’s nose scrunched up, her head swirling backwards to narrow her eyes at the rider sitting on Toothless’s back before shooting in the opposite direction of where Hiccup and Toothless were.

A few times Valkyrie went off track anyway. Taking sharp turns and dives as they tried to throw Hiccup off their trail, making Toothless have to work extra hard to catch them and turn them away from where they were headed.

When the Edge came into view, Hiccup’s shoulders sagged, relief flooding through him as it meant all of this would be over soon. Toothless let out a mighty roar as they flew closer to the island, the huts and stable becoming clear. He was able to gain the attention of a few dragons as they neared.

Valkyrie’s head shot back at the roar, brows pinching together at how unnecessary it was. But when there was a screech in return, Valkyrie realised what the dragon had been doing. The flaming body of a Monstrous Nightmare soared up from one of the huts on the island, gaining Valkyrie’s attention while a Deadly Nadder sailed through the air, spikes at the ready. The crackling of a Hideous Zippleback scratched through the air while the buzz of Gronckle wings followed.

Valkyrie had flown herself straight into an ambush.

“I’m going to kill that Nightfury rider,” Valkyrie seethed, getting a confused rumble from Stardust below her. “Well, he called you a Dayfury when he first saw you, meaning he thought you were the same species as his dragon. So the first thing that would have come to his mind would have been the opposite of yours.”

“But now we got bigger fish to fry than what Hiccup wants to call you.” If Valkyrie didn’t know that Stardust couldn’t hiss, she would have thought the noise that erupted from her was exactly that. It came at the exact moment Valkyrie had said Hiccup’s name. Stardust wasn’t a big dragon or people animal, especially when certain people on certain dragons chased after her.

Valkyrie’s eyes scanned over the island, trying to think of a way to lose the dragon riders. She was on their home turf so no matter what she did they would have the upper hand. They knew the landscape of the island better, the dragons that inhabited it and how their dragons react and can work together.

“We got to lose them Star,” Valkyrie said as the Deadly Nadder and its rider flew underneath them, popping up on their right as the Monstrous Nightmare tried to close in on their left. Toothless was still behind them while the Gronckle lugged after them from underneath. The Hideous Zippleback maneuvered itself around the sky, not sticking to a single path which Valkyrie was guessing they did on purpose. “Hit the Gronckle. It’ll be easier to get path them.”

Stardust didn’t waste a second before shooting a blast of pink flames down at the Gronckle before plummeting towards them. The blast that Stardust had shot wasn’t deadly but enough to wound or stun any dragon. Shouts of concern could be heard all around Valkyrie, the boy who was sitting on the Gronckle letting out a high-pitched yell as they both went down. Valkyrie tried not to worry about the pair, knowing that if she allowed herself to get concerned with the dragon she wouldn’t be able to pull herself away.

Stardust made sure not to fly too close to the ground, a few meters in between the long grass and her stomach as she wove in between the trees, blocking out certain dragons from following her as their movements weren’t as smooth as the Lightfury. Toothless was able to follow them because of course Hiccup and his Nightfury couldn’t let Valkyrie have anything today. The Deadly Nadder was also pretty close to catching them, a bit behind Toothless as they fought to keep up.

Valkyrie’s hands began to fiddle through Stardust’s saddlebag, another one of Sindri’s Zippleback canisters coming out. As Valkyrie unclasped the box, she didn’t throw it like she did last time. Instead, she held it out to the side, letting a trail of gas run behind her.

“Watch out for the Zippleback gas!” Valkyrie heard Hiccup yell, Toothless letting out a squawk as he tried to fly above the gas and avoid it. The Deadly Nadder tried to get out of the way of it as well but couldn’t get far enough as an actual Hideous Zippleback flew out and into range.

“Zippleback gas?” A female voice questioned from one of her heads of the Hideous Zippleback. “Hiccup, why didn’t you tell us Fury’s could spew Zippleback gas?”

“They can’t,” Hiccup tried to warn, much to the dismay of those sitting on the Hideous Zippleback.

“Who cares?” A male voice now spoke from the Hideous Zippleback. “Belch, let’s light this place.”

“No,” Another feminine voice yelled, but a little too late as the sparks began to light from one of the Hideous Zippleback’s mouths. As the cloud of gas began to light, Valkyrie let go of the canister, Stardust taking a sharp turn and flying through the trees and away from the explosion lighting.

Stardust began to shoot up to the sky again, throat warming as plasma began to build in it. They were going to disappear again. But before anything could be shot forward, a yell rang out through the air as the flaming body of a Monstrous Nightmare came hurtling towards Valkyrie. “Snotlout, Snotlout, oi, oi, oi.”

Valkyrie’s head shot towards the Viking yelling. The short man’s eyes were already on her, a devilish grin on his face as his dragon bound after them. Valkyrie shook her head as she turned back to face forward, tapping Stardust on the neck. The fire that she had previously been warming was shot forward, Stardust diving through it.

As the sensation washed over Valkyrie, they were barely cloaked for a second before Valkyrie felt something slam into her and dig into her back. Valkyrie was ripped from Stardust’s back, the Lightfury whirling around to see what happened when her eyes landed on Toothless, his front claws dug into the scales of Valkyrie’s armour. A class of distress left Stardust as she watched Valkyrie dangle.

Trying to shoot forward to grab Valkyrie back, Toothless deterred her as he turned, keeping his body between Stardust and Valkyrie. That however left Hiccup exposed to Stardust. Slicing her claws into the back of Hiccup’s leather suit, Stardust tried to pull Hiccup from Toothless’s saddle. Hiccup’s foot however got caught. Valkyrie looked up to see why his feet hadn’t fallen from the buckles onto to see a metal foot in its place.

Hiccup’s other foot came undone, jostling him from Toothless’s back and pushing him forward and off until he hung twisted and connected to the saddle, hanging backwards as his head slotted next to Valkyrie’s. The boy let out a nervous laugh as he stared at Valkyrie from upside down, trying not to show too much struggle as Toothless began to fall from the sky as well as having Valkyrie’s deadpan stare on him. “Uh, how’s the view?”

“Really?” Valkyrie asked as she tried to cross her arms, struggling lightly at the tight grip Toothless had on her. As Toothless’s body whirled around, throwing Hiccup and Valkyrie around with him, Valkyrie began to grow worried as Stardust couldn’t get close enough to pull her from Toothless’s grip. “Are you going to do anything about our current situation?”

“I’m working on it,” Hiccup said, slightly more unsure of himself as he pushed himself up, gripping the side of the saddle as he cranked his body up. Slotting himself on Toothless’s back properly, Hiccup could see that they would get too close to the ground for comfort and that Valkyrie was in the crushing zone. Shoving himself nearly off of Toothless’s saddle, Hiccup yelled, “Take my hand Valkyrie.”

“You’re crazy,” Valkyrie said as her head shot down to see how fast they were falling before one of Toothless’s claws left her shoulder, giving her space to swing up and stretch a hand towards Hiccup. As their hands met, a shock ran through Valkyrie’s bones as she was pulled up and pushed behind Hiccup.

“I know. Now, hold on,” Hiccup warned as Toothless’s wings spread, trying to slow down as they crashed down. Valkyrie’s arms instinctively tightened as she dug herself closer to Hiccup’s back. The clanking of Hiccup changing his foot’s position rang before Toothless glided forward, tail nearly smashing into the ground as Hiccup tried to redirect them up.

A sigh escaped Hiccup’s lips as they became suspended in the air again. When Valkyrie didn’t make the instant decision to throw herself from Hiccup’s back, even with Stardust hovering nearby, he leaned forward so he could talk to Toothless. “Take us to the stables, bud.”

Toothless’s gargled response came quickly before he was carefully making his way towards the Edge’s stable. Toothless made sure to keep an eye on Stardust as they flew, the Lightfury hovering as she waited for Valkyrie to signal something to her. Hiccup had half a thought that Stardust might try and pull Valkyrie or Hiccup from Toothless’s back but after the fall they had just suffered he was hoping she wouldn’t try anything. That the Stardust probably didn’t want to hurt Valkyrie.

As Toothless touched down on the stables landing strip, Valkyrie was jumping from Hiccup’s back. She hesitated for a few seconds, eyes darting between the edge of the platform and where Hiccup stood and Stardust flew. But as the other dragon riders landed around her, Stardust fell from the sky and curled herself around Valkyrie’s front, nose scrunched as a snarl started to rise from her throat.

Hiccup was the one who stepped forward, a hand raised as he tried to calm both Valkyrie and Stardust. “We need to talk, Valkyrie. Just hear us out and we’ll let you go.”

“What makes you so certain you can keep me here?” Valkyrie asked, settling a calming hand on Stardust which the dragon ignored, her teeth still bared at the other dragons and riders. Valkyrie’s eyes kept rocketing between those in front of her, trying to stay as aware as possible of who was surrounding her.

“We were able to get you here,” Hiccup brought all of Valkyrie’s attention back to him as he spoke. He still had a hand raised, taking slow steps towards Valkyrie and Stardust every few seconds, making Stardust’s hackles raise. “What makes you think we won’t be able to keep you here?”

“I’ve seen this island on maps before. I know where we are and where the nearest islands are,” Her voice was even as she spoke. Valkyrie took a step forward until she was at Stardust’s side, one of her hands falling into place on Stardust’s saddle. “We could disappear and get there quicker than any of you.”

“Maybe,” Hiccup tried to agree, his head tilting to the side slightly, earning himself a sharper glare from Stardust than he did Valkyrie. Valkyrie’s own eyes hardened, daring Hiccup to say something more. “Look, we have a common enemy. Let us convince you to work with us.”

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Chapter 1 - A Midnight encounter

I decided to try and do some self promotion of my main fan-fic, even if I feel genuinely horrible and my anxiety is killing me :/

Paring: Garreth Weasley x Penelope (my OC) Rating: T - no warnings General Tags for the whole fanfic: Stranger - friends - lovers, developing friendship, slow build, slow burn, crossdressing, pretending to be male student, hurt/comfort, pining

Word count: 3700

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Summary: In her third year at Hogwarts, Penelope faces the aftermath of a Quidditch accident that destroyed her reputation and love for the sport. The accident has left her needing to conceal her true identity by masquerading as a male student outside school hours. So far everything is fine, until one day a new problem comes: acne. When fifth year Sacharissa promises to help, she doesn’t think twice and accepts to get the Bubotuber pus for her lotion. Everything is ready, while the plants were growing in the greenhouse, Penelope carefully outlined her plan hoping she wouldn’t get caught. Little does she know, a fellow student has their eyes on the same ingredients and their meeting leads to a whirlwind of troubles, crossdressing shenanigans and unexpected alliances.

Penelope darted through the Central Hall, as much as the oversized trousers allowed her. Her heart beat furiously in her chest as she crouched under the imposing fountain in the center of the hall, sliding lightly on the marble floor. 

She lowered the face mask over the sweaty face, catching her shaking breath. She leaned the back against the cold stone and nervously pulled down the hood of her uniform over the eyes, hoping that no one had heard the tapping of her footsteps on the floor or the faint tinkling of the vials in her bag.

Was the silencing charm holding?

She hoped so. 

Luckily Sacharissa has been nice enough to cast the Disillusionment charm on her, since it was a fifth year spell, but the Silencio was her doing and she was not so confident about it.

She had come this far, she couldn't afford any missteps now that she was almost at her destination and had passed both the Entrance Hall and the Viaduct Entrance without any hiccups, moving cautiously and expertly in the night. So she took her wand and cast it again, whispering,  just to be sure.

Suddenly, a flickering light crackled, casting a dancing shadow of the stone-carved unicorn above her on the floor.

The girl swallowed, clutching the bag to her chest, ears strained, heart pounding, immobile, trying to capture any sign of movement around her. She closed her eyes to concentrate better, repeating to herself that there was nothing to fear because the professors and prefects would surely be busy watching over the South wing, where the baptism of the new Crossed Wands members was taking place. Or trying to do so.

Taking a deep breath, she put her mask on and stretched her neck over the edge of the fountain, casting uncertain glances, first toward the door leading outside - the greenhouses, her destination - and then toward the library and the staircase were she was coming from. 

The shadow stood still, most likely, it was one of the torches moved by a gust of wind.

Damn, that castle was made of drafts and nosy ghosts.

Slightly calmer, she was about to decide to get up and resume gliding through the darkness of the hall arches, when she heard voices coming up from the stairs of the Transfiguration Courtyard. Biting her lip, she slipped around the fountain, crawling on all fours, trying to hide from their eyes. Who the hell were they?

She cast a curious glance over the parapet of the fountain, pushing the glasses up the sweat-slick bridge of her nose, trying to discern the figures that were descending the staircase, giggling and whispering.

She instantly recognized the blond curls of Meredith Greyson, the Ravenclaw prefect, and what should have been Newton Third from Gryffindor. There was something between them, and Penelope knew they were on duty in that part of the castle because it was quieter compared to all the commotion in the South part. She just didn't expect them to be so diligent in their task. People sneaking into the night reported them to be quite distracted when they were together.

As if on cue, the two of them stopped on the other side of the fountain and started what seemed like an intense kissing session. Penelope tensed; the sucking noises made her quite uncomfortable, not to mention a bit nauseous. 

Meredith moaned, making her stomach churn. 

What was so romantic about the damn fountain of the Central Hall?

After what seemed like ages, the noises finally stopped and the voices grew quieter as the prefects circled the fountain and moved along the stairs and toward the Viaduct Entrance. Penelope exhaled quietly as a drop of sweat rolled down tickling her back; returning would be a nightmare, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. 

She had to keep moving forward.

As she waited for the figures to be swallowed up by the shadows of the poorly lit corridor - hoping they would not stop to resume their activities - she fumbled with the belt of her trousers, trying to make it tighter so she could run easily. 

Finally, she rose to her feet and darted to the other side of the hall, taking cover behind a column where the lantern's light was dimmer. She waited, holding her breath. When she was confident enough, she quietly moved toward the double door leading to the greenhouse, pushing it open and sliding like a shadow.

As soon as she was outside, the girl lowered the mask once more and inhaled, a gust of fresh air washed over her filling her lungs: for late September the air was brisk and chiller than expected.

Clutching herself in the cloak, she pushed forward, her paces were muffled now by the fallen leaves of the giant tree at the center of the greenhouse courtyard; her favorite place ever. 

With a bitter taste of blood still lingering in her mouth from the frantic run, Penelope hurried down the double staircase, pondering whether she should light her wand. 

Now that she was outside the castle, would it be safe enough? 

She cast a worried glance behind her at the heavy oak door. Something told her it would be better not to play with her luck, she had enough light for now from the glistering glasses of the building ahead. 

She pressed on, determined. It wasn't until she reached the entrance of greenhouse number three that she allowed herself a moment to rest. "Here we are," she thought, "finally." 

"Alohomora"

The door groaned open with a slow, eerie creak, and Penelope wasted no time in stepping inside. Instantly, her senses were overwhelmed by the familiar blend of scents - dragon fertilizer, damp soil, dry leaves of weird and fascinating plants and the unmistakable odor of Bubotuber pus. With a quick, practiced motion, she pulled her mask up to shield herself from the pungent smell and illuminated her wand.

As the thin beam of light pierced the darkness, it revealed two rows of sturdy counters neatly lined with potted plants on top. 

Penelope's eyes darted around, taking in the scene and adjusting to the dark: in one corner, she noticed a stack of empty pots, several bags of fertilizer, and a scattering of gardening tools. 

A slow satisfied smile opened her lips. She did it! Undetected! A rush of adrenaline filled her making her dizzy with anticipation.

She still couldn't believe it, but her mission was only halfway done… so she straightened her back and approached the nearest counter. It didn't take long for her to spot the telltale signs – some of the pots had been shifted, and a few plants had clearly been squeezed, their tubers oozing pus in mephitic rivulets. 

It was evident that some unfortunate students had endured a rather unpleasant detention that afternoon. By the look of the Bubotubers, they had no idea what they were doing.

She shook her head in disappointment, setting her bag on a stool with a jingle. Then she lowered her hood and recoiled her short hair, remembering with a wistful sigh why she had cut it so short, then set her wand nearby so that it lit the workbench. 

Time to get some work done! 

The girl swiftly pulled out some vials from the bag she had carefully prepared that afternoon along with a copper funnel, some small pins, and finally her beloved dragonskin gloves. She tucked them in by tamping the sleeves of her cloak into the edge so that the pus could not run down her arms. Then carefully took one of the pins. 

If Sacharissa needed that pus she would get it. Hopefully the lotion would work this time, as she was growing quite impatient with all her failed experiments on her skin.

She moved one of the pots closer, squinting her eyes in the dim light as she inspected the tubers. They weren't quite ripe yet, but she didn't have a choice. This was the only available night, and it would have to do for her.

Carefully, she took one of the most mature blobs at the top in her hand and pinched it with the pin in different parts, applying pressure little by little while rolling it. Yellowish pus gushed from the small wounds in rivulets. The smell that wafted from it was almost unbearable, but she had to persist. 

This lotion would help her throughout the year. Not that she didn't enjoy wearing her mask to cover her face during classes or while sitting in the library, especially with the cold weather approaching and everyone coughing around her. But the sight of her face, horribly disfigured by reddish pimples, made her skin crawl.

She didn't want her body to ruin an already awful year.

With great care, she tilted the funnel against the bulb, allowing the pus to flow into the vial. 

The first one was almost full.

"I'm sorry, Professor Garlick," she thought with an half smile, "you shouldn't have taught me so well." 

She moved on to the second vial.

As she was about to fill up the third one, she heard a shifting noise. She froze.

"Merlin's beard. You're good." 

Penelope jerked, emitting a surprised little cry. She turned sharply, and the vial she held nearly slipped from her hand, slimy from the overflowing pus. With her heart pounding in her throat, she prepared to face the dark figure that was silently advancing in front of her.

She immediately assumed it might be a prefect or a professor, but instead of shouting, the figure was carefully approaching. She didn't dare to take her wand.

Instead, she widened her eyes, trying to make out their shape; they were not indeed a professor, but rather a student like her.

The Disillusionment charm broke as the figure entered the circle of light, and she reflexively took a small step back hitting a stool with her leg, scared. Her voice gone.

She noticed a tall, sturdy figure, cloaked in dark attire, with something reddish and gold sparkling at the edges. A Gryffindor?

"I didn't mean to startle you, sorry."

The voice was one of a boy, a rather mature one, maybe a fifth or a sixth year?

He came forward with his hands in the air as a sign of peace, and a strand of red hair came into view, illuminated by her wand's light; a vibrant red. Her heart leaped for a moment, could it be... but the hair quickly revealed itself to be too long to belong to Leander Prewett, so long that it flowed in small curls around the boy's neck. She noticed freckles on his face, and although she couldn't see his eyes clearly, she somehow knew their color. They were green, with a hint of gold at the rim. Everyone knew the eyes of one of the quirkiest and most humorous guys at Hogwarts.

Garreth Weasley.

She noticed his eyes traveling over her figure, judging her appearance: her too long and misfits trousers, cinched by a torn belt, the oversized jumper under the cloak and the too short messy hair. They stopped on her masked face, the other half covered with glasses.

Even though she had only been using the disguise for ten days, she had grown accustomed to the way others looked at her, so she maintained her composure and confidence, waiting for the other to speak.

"I was here, and I heard you entering the greenhouse. I thought you were Garlick. Then you started to get all that pus as if it was nothing. While I…" 

Garreth raised the hem of his shirt, showing his wrinkled and blistered skin. 

"It's horrible. Luckily, I had some…" He didn't finish his sentence as Penelope let out a pained cry.

Distracted by his talking, she didn't notice that some of the pus that stained her right glove had flowed down, soaking into her uniform and onto her forearm. She winced and cried out in pain, trying to muffle her noises. Tears started to form in her eyes, while her skin was on fire.

"Damn," she murmured, attempting to avoid gazing at the boils forming on her arm for too long, while taking out the gloves and tossing them aside. Her stomach churned and twisted. 

"I should still have some Murtlap essence," began Garreth rummaging in his shoulder bag. However, when he finally found what he was looking for, amid half-empty vials and crinkled, scribbled scraps of parchment, he realized that all his bottles were empty.

"Sorry, I must have used all of them without noticing," he tried to justify himself with an apologetic expression noticing the ragged breath and the moans of pain of the other.

"It doesn't matter," Penelope replied curtly, already loosing her patience, "I… have…" she grabbed her bag, trying not to let it fall, and opened it with her good hand, she hastily started to pull out the few things she had put inside, including a Wiggenweld Potion. 

She didn't have time to place it on the counter before Garreth had already stepped forward to take it.

"Open it, and give it to me. Quick." She urged him with tears in her eyes as her arm was swelling and stiffening under her cloak.

She extended her hand, but nothing happened. She turned around, surprised and a little annoyed, as the pain began to make her feel nauseous. Garreth was looking at the potion with a strange expression on his face.

"Give it to me!" 

"I… can't." 

"What?" Penelope couldn't believe her hears. What the hell was wrong with him?

"First..." he shook the bottle in the dim light, and something greenish and powdery swirled inside. "This is not a Wiggenweld. You didn't chop the dittany leaves properly. By its color, it seems you forgot the Horklump juice, and..." He carefully opened the bottle and took a whiff of its contents, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "There is way too much salamander blood in it. Way too much," he commented raising his eyebrows.

Really? Was he really giving her a full-fledged potion lesson in that desperate moment?

"Just give it to me," she breathed, exasperated. "Please." 

But her plead didn't work as expected.

"I can't. I don't know what it'll do to you." "Let's pretend it is one of your concoctions, okay? I just want it!" She groaned impatiently, starting to be overwhelmed by the stinging pain in her harm. 

She didn't want to faint, for the love of Merlin she could not afford to faint!

"Evanesco." 

She stared at him with wide, shocked eyes. "You didn't..."

"I did. That Wiggy was just rubbish, and since I need to take you to the infirmary anyway, it's better to go there without food poisoning. Plus… Wiggenweld does nothing for Bubotuber pus."

"I know…" She didn't have the strength to argue. She was not supposed to get injured by the pus if not for his interruption. That was her last resort.

"So, let's go." He moved towards her, cleaning her tools with a swift movement of his wand, pushing them into her bag, and taking it with him.

Penelope didn't move, not even when he took a few steps towards the entrance with her bag hanging over his shoulder. In her stupor, she blinked, her mind questioning Weasley's sanity.

She knew he was a peculiar guy, but… did the fumes of all his weird potions finally got the best of him?

"C'mon, it's late already," he urged, trying to push her.

"I'm not coming with you. Actually…" She gritted her teeth, "I'm not going to the infirmary. At all." She underlined the last words with a painful groan. Now she couldn't even bend her arm; when she tried, it felt like thousands of pins were prickling her skin and it looked like tree bark.

"Okay, little one, it's not time for tantrums," Garreth said, moving towards her with a resolute look on his face. "I'm not leaving you here to get caught."

"And going to the infirmary will not…?"

She couldn't afford to be punished or to lose points for the house. She was already an outcast; there was no need to make this year even more awful than the previous one. She would be scared if she weren't in such agony.

Garreth sighed. 

"There's the Crossed Wands baptism tonight, we both know it, otherwise we wouldn't be here. The infirmary will already be quite full," he tried to convince her with an impatient look, casting a glance at her injured arm. 

He couldn't afford to leave him like this, and he felt a pang of guilt knowing it was his fault.

"Come on, I've got your back, man!" He sent a quirky look her way, his eyes glistening, while he took her wand and placed it in her hand. Then he grabbed her left arm, the good one, and urged her to follow him while she dimmed its light.

Man?

Penelope didn't have the strength to resist his urgent pull. The rush of adrenaline from her trip had already disappeared, leaving her strained and at the mercy of the boy.

He was right. How could she manage with an arm like that? She would end up in the infirmary eventually. It was better to let Mrs. Blainey believe she was injured in battle instead of caught stealing.

They rushed up the stairs, then Garreth stopped abruptly, and Penelope crashed against his broad back almost falling backwards. A soft moan escaped her mouth as the hem of her cloak brushed against her injured skin. 

He prepared his wand and twirled it above his head, rendering himself invisible, a mere shadow in the night against the greenhouse glass. Then he turned toward her, "I guess you don't know the Disillusionment charm," he murmured biting his lower lip. 

She shook her head and for a moment she saw a glint of surprise in his eyes.

"How did you manage to get here?"

Penelope opened her mouth to reply, but then she decided not to answer, she simply shrugged too amused to pass the opportunity to let him think she was some sort of special night creature. 

Sacharissa wouldn't tell him for sure.

But her ruse ended shortly as she felt a tap on her head, a sensation like a cracked egg dripping yolk started to flow from the point of contact making her shiver in discomfort.

"Here we are," he whispered with a satisfied half-smile before dragging her again and opening the door. She wanted to ask how he managed to get into the greenhouse without opening the door and what he was going to do with the Bubotuber pus, but she couldn't care less in that moment. All she felt was the searing pain in her arm and the warmth of Garreth's big hand on the other. 

She didn't know why it felt so comforting in the chilly night, for sure it was nice to follow someone who seemed to know what he was doing.

So she let him guide her into the castle.

They moved quietly and quickly, crouching against the stone walls and sliding along corridors, trying not to wake up the figures in the paintings as they darted across the marble floors. They had a moment of panic when they found Meredith and Newton near the Entrance Hall, so they decided to stop for a moment, catching their breath, and waiting for the two of them to start kissing again so they could sneak past their backs unnoticed. 

When they reached the Hospital Wing, they finally stopped. 

"Here we are," Garreth whispered, panting lightly. Penelope tried to catch her breath and grabbed the bag he was offering her. She moved toward a vase in one of the corners and slowly tucked it inside. She felt the boy's gaze on her back.

"That's smart," he agreed, and he was about to add something when they heard footsteps approaching rapidly. Garreth made an involuntary step toward Penelope, as if trying to hide her with his figure.

"Garreth, is that you?" The Disillusionment charm broke once again, revealing both of them to a third person.

"Leander, yes, it's me," Garreth replied with a relieved tone recognizing the voice. 

"How did it go? Did you get what you needed?"

Leander stopped in his tracks, assessing the small figure next to his friend. "Oh, I hope what you were looking for wasn't him."

"Of course not!" 

Penelope couldn't believe her ears. They had really mistaken her for a boy!

She wasn't sure if she should correct them; they would probably treat her like the rest of the students. So, she remained silent despite the pain in her arm, unable to take her eyes off Leander, blushing under his judging gaze.

"I met him in the greenhouse. How was the duel?" Garreth continued, moving toward his friend.

Leander tilted his head and shrugged. "It was okay. We moved around quite a bit trying to find a suitable place. The misdirection didn't work; the prefects were onto us. A few injuries, but nothing major, probably a couple of suspensions..."

"Yes, but did your pupil win?" Garreth felt his friend tense. "No, Sallow's got the best..."

He stopped; someone was coming once again.

"Okay, we need to go!" Garreth pushed Penelope toward the door leading to the Hospital Wing, while Leander was already on his way to the corridor leading to the Gryffindor tower.

She opened the door, reluctant to go, but her arm was stiff and so swollen it was almost tearing her jumper's seam.

She didn't have a choice. Again. 

"Oh well, here we are. Another one. I wonder what happened to you!" Ms. Blainey looked at her arm with a condescending expression.

Penelope tried to explain, but her mouth was dry, and she blurted out some nonsense before collapsing on the bed. She didn't have the strength to return to the Hufflepuff dormitory. In a few minutes, her arm was back to its normal size, despite some ugly marks that wrinkled her skin. According to the nurse, they should heal overnight.

She took off her shoes and cloak, together with her mask and glasses, then she laid on the bed, facing the corridor while trying to ignore the presence of the other few students around her. 

Then she saw it—a bulky shadow passing through the slightly open door.

Of course, he had to check if she had gone to the infirmary.

Irritated, she yawned, turned and closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn't get punished this time.

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haha… so it just came to my attention that I never posted the rest of this… i’m so sorry to anyone who was waiting for chapter 2 😅 anyway.. here chapter 2!!

Lureabies: Chapter 2

Characters: Hiccup, Fishlegs, Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Eret, Valka

Summary: Hookfang and Goldwing return upset and lead the dragon riders to the place Åse and Snotlout disappeared.

Sorry for mistakes, enjoy :-)

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On a beach lined with soft white sand, the dragon riders impatiently awaited for their companions to return. Early morning turned to noon, as they got increasingly more worried.

“They should’ve been back by now! Oh what if they were captured?!” Fishlegs paced, hands folded behind in back. “I’m sure they’re fine Fishlegs,” Astrid put a thoughtful hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him, “Åse wouldn’t let anything happen to either of them or their dragons!” “Right!” Hiccup chimed in, “I’m sure they’ll be back any minute now!”

As if on queue, two large reptiles come into view from the bright, sunny sky. “See? That’s them now!” Only it wasn’t. It didn’t take any of them long to notice the flames that ignited Hookfang’s entire body, something he rarely did unless something was terribly wrong.

When Hookfang and Goldwing touch down, it didn’t take any of the riders long to rush to them, inspecting them for injuries, expecting they’d been attacked and these two somehow got away. Only, they found no injuries. None. Something was clearly up.

The dragons were becoming more and more agitated as the minutes passed. “I think he wants us to follow him.” Ruffnut pointed out as Hookfang paced back and forth. Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to formulate a plan. “What do we do, son?” Valka placed a gentle hand on Hiccup’s shoulder, making sincere eye contact. Hiccup looked up to her with a worried expression, before stiffening and turning to everyone else, “We follow them.”

They flew in tense silence, listening to Fishlegs practically whimpering in worry. Each of them were preparing for a possible fight when suddenly, the two dragons in lead stopped. Above the thick canopy. “Uhhh.. What are they doing..?” the twins questioned. “They stopped..” Eret spoke, mostly to himself. Obviously they’d stopped, he was just a bit out of it from so much tension. “We’ll gang, looks like we’re going down.” Hiccup somewhat shrugged, as if not sure this was truly the best course of action. Only, when the dragons swooped down, it became clear fairly quickly that none of them were getting through such a dense canopy. None expect for Meatlug..

Fishlegs was nothing but uncomfortable and down right afraid when he was told he’d be going down there alone, but eventually he gave in, worry for his friends overweighting any fears. He cared too much for them to potentially be leaving them for dead. Slowly and gently Meatlug fluttered downwards beneath the trees. It was shady and took a moment for his eyes to adjust but soon Fishlegs could see everything around him. Or perhaps, lack there of. “There’s no one down here! Nothing! It’s just a forest floor!” Fishlegs shouted upwards. “Maybe look around for clues! We have to try Fishlegs!” Hiccup replied, sounding a bit uncertain himself.

Fishlegs paced around, looking for something, anything, when suddenly, something shiny caught his eye. He trudged over and bent down to find the source of the shimmer. An iron helmet adorned with a ram horn on each side. Snotlout’s helmet.

In no time, Meatlug had brought down each of the riders, the dragons being sent to wait near the base of the trees with Valka and kept watch. The riders quickly found a sort of path leading through the forest. They followed it, somehow even more tense than before.

Fishlegs took note of the sweet smell of the trees aloud when Eret’s head shot up. “You’re right.. They do smell sweet…” He paused as if trying to recall something, “Everyone stay alert. We maybe be dealing with some very dangerous dragons.”

“Wha- dragons? What kinda dragon smells this nice amiright?” Tuff joked, turning to find not an amused face in sight. Man, he thought, not even Ruff. Hiccup sighed, “As poorly as Tuffnut worded that.. what do you mean by dragons, Eret? Should we be worried?” Eret took a breath and thought momentarily, “Well a few years back, I was sent to an island with my crew to trap these beasts.. Er sorry, dragons,” he corrected, “We were attacked. ..They stay in dense forests full of these sweet smelling leaves and they call you in with a sort of call before poisoning it’s victims… We.. We called them Lureabies.” Everyone seemed uneasy, especially Fishlegs. “What? What do we do if it is these dragons you speak of?” Astrid spoke up, distraught. “We stick together and find those two quickly. If I’m correct… we have a time limit.”

Lureabies: Chapter One

Not really sure if this counts as fluff or whump but you

get the jist

Note: I don’t have an account on ao3 (might make one in the future idk) so i have to post the whole thing her

Takes place shortly after httyd 2

Characters: Snotlout Jorgenson, Åse Haddock (oc)

Summary: Snotlout and Åse are chased by dragon trappers into an unfamiliar part of the woods, when suddenly they find they can no longer keep themselves awake. / Mild Spoiler v

Lureaby dragons (original species) lure them in and poison them

Sorry any mistakes, enjoy :)

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They’re surrounded. This was just supposed to be a scouting mission, but they were spotted by trappers. There were maybe 40.. 50 of them, and it was only Åse and Snotlout. The others sat on the other, far side of the island waiting for them to return, and it wasn’t a very small island by any means.

A few moons past, Hiccup had heard word of a large band of dragon trappers left over from Draco’s fleet, camping out on this island; trapping dragons and selling them to various buyers for various reasons at various prices. He’d sent Snotlout and Åse to scout them out to be sure the rumors were true. If they were, they’d deal with them. And as Åse and Snotlout soon found, they were indeed true.

The hunters made chase, but never once fired one of their many cross bows at the two vikings. Only holding them at the ready. But seeing as they were severely outnumbered, the two ran for it. Goldwing and Hookfang had been hovering above the trees a few yards behind them, out of sight prior. The Berkians had originally planned on hopping on their dragons and taking off, but that was now out of the question. The dragons couldn’t get to them through the thick forest canopy and anytime they tried to even get close, the trappers would fire what seemed to be dragon root arrows. Lovely. And if either dragon fired? More arrows. They had to stay out of arrow range, but that also meant out of blasting range.

They were surrounded at every side but front, so run they did. It was almost as if the trappers were herding them somewhere, but they didn’t have time to worry about that now.

Soon they came to a bramble, and assuming the trappers wouldn’t follow them in, they dove in head first, crawling towards safety. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Snotlout would know, he’s fallen into plenty of unforgiving bushes. And they were right, those trappers turned on their heels in defeat and retreated. After a few seconds of dragging themselves along the dirt, they found themselves in a bit of an odd clearing. Large trees stood around them, blocking them in at all sides, only allowing small bits of golden sun reaching in the kiss their leaves. They’d definitely never been here before.

“Can you uh.. see.. a way out?” Åse spoke, winded. She realized they hadn’t spoken that entire time, only using some hand signals to communicate. “Uhhhh,” Snotlout looked around as he hunched over, hands on his knees, lungs begging for more air than they could take in, “yeah- Yeah! Over there..!” He pointed with an exhausted enthusiasm to a small clearing between trees. It was reminiscent of a path, thought the ground not worn.

The two trudge forward at the same pace, calling for their dragons. But neither came. They couldn’t help but worry for them and hope they’d just gone for help. Surely the trappers couldn’t have gotten them.. Right..?

They followed that path for what seemed like years, making note of the glowing sun fading in and out between sweet smelling branches.

The two walked in silence now, hand in hand, equally exhausted, when Åse suddenly stopped, seemingly frozen in place. Snotlout turned see her, confused. “Are you ok?” “Shh shh! Do you hear that?” she held a finger in the air and looked around silently. “Alright, I think you’re a little more tired than you thought cause-“ She cut him off by waving her hands around him and quickly pressing a stiff finger to her lips. Snotlout, concerned and confused, looked around. It had been maybe 10 seconds when he started to try and speak again, quickly cutting himself off as he heard a soft humming sound.

He turned to her, eyes wide and brows knit tightly together. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he couldn’t quite find any sound in his throat. All he could do was follow the noise, intrigued.

“Wha- Lout! Where are.. you.. going..?” Åse found herself becoming just as curious as he was, taking his hand once more and following his lead further on into the trees. The humming continued, growing louder with each step they took.

After a bit of walking, they found themselves in a small field of grass and flowers, surrounded by more trees and every side. The trees were dark and shrouded; usually either of them would be frightened, but oddly enough they each felt strangely calm.

Åse spun on her heels, glancing around. “Whoa,” Snotlout began, “Ah! What the-“ “Hm?” Åse turned to see Snotlout waving lethargic hands around his head. “Bugs?” She asked, having no energy to say much more. “No.. something… something sprayed.. me..” Snotlout’s movements became more and more sloppy as he clumsily made his way to Åse., booted feet not wanting to cooperate.

Noticing, she met him half way, catching him as he fell forward. He mumbled nonsense to himself, eyes dancing around his head like a baby seeing color for the first time. “Lout? Hey! Hey look at me,” She snapped fingers in his face, watching him hardly react, becoming increasingly more worried, “Lout what’s going on? Talk to m-“ Åse was cut off by a strong mist hitting her in the face from seemingly nowhere.

After a moment, Åse was beginning to understand what was happening to Snotlout. She suddenly felt 1000 times more exhausted than she had before, eyes begging to shut. All the colors around her became more vibrant, spinning round and round with her head. She should’ve been scared, but she could only feel joy. Pure euphoria. Her brain was full of thick, unforgiving fog. It blocked out most coherent thoughts until she could no longer hold herself up. She settled in near Snotlout, who at some point had lost his helmet ‘When did that happen?’. Heads together, feet pointing in opposite directions.

Snotlout looked up to her, grinning a giddy-ish grin, before raising an arm lazily to play with her auburn hair. He giggled in a sense, before lazily mumbling loving nonsense. His words were unclear, but Åse knew what he meant. She grinned, raised an arm to cup his face. After a moment, his eyes slid closed, and his arm dropped. Before Åse could even try to be alarmed, her body gave in and she succumbed to the comforting darkness that had been begging her to be let in.

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Hope you enjoyed chapter one, hopefully chapter two’ll be up tomorrow but no promises 😉