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cakerybakery · 14 days ago

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Well, this was a thing. Lucifer waddled to the full length mirror and gave more of a cheep noise than full quack softly to himself as he shivered a bit in the air conditioning.

Obviously he had underestimated the distance of Charlie’s spell casting range. He was both proud and fucking annoyed.

It was supposed to be some sort of trust building exercise. The spell would turn you into a random animal that encapsulates part of your personality. Not necessarily a person’s sinner form, which was made up of things like their death and what kind of life they led. But some aspect of their personality.

And apparently some aspect of his personality was a duckling. Not even a proper drake. He was a fucking duckling. A god damned fucking baby duck. Very young baby duck given his fuzziness, voice, and how cold he was.

Well. He was going to stay right here and wait out the spell.

The ground turned red and a pentagram drew itself under his webbed feet.

‘Oh shit.’ He cheeped.

He was teleported into the lobby.

A goat he could only guess was Charlie from the blonde fur, the standing on the coffee table, the angry bleating, the arcane magic swirling around her dropping other animals around the room.

A screech filled the lobby and had he been a real duckling and not the fucking devil, it might have scared the shit out of him. From the chandelier a one eyed hawk called out to interrupt the chaos.

There was crashing and shuffling by the bar.

Lucifer tried to fly but his wings were still too babish to do anything. He waddled around the couch and gave a confused little “cheep?”

A bear with a bow tie was knocking over a couple bottles of alcohol for a red fox to lap up.

‘Okay, that’s. Charlie the stubborn goat. Vaggie with the hawk eye. Umm Husk as a grump bear. Angel is a fox? That leaves Alastor, Niffty, and Adam.’

There was a scuttling under the couch and Lucifer peaked. Quick as a whip a tail lashed out at him. The stinger bounced off him harmlessly.

‘Alastor.’ He quacked and kept waddling.

Charlie continued to bleat but no one could understand her and continued to do their own thing.

He should look for their last two party members. The stairs were so fucking far away though when you had tiny little legs. When he finally got to the stairs he realized he was too short to get up the first step.

He cheeped loudly in distress, trying to get anyone’s attention.

There was the sound of hooves on the carpeting, one he knew well from years of hearing his own hooves, and Charlie was there.

She nuzzled him with her nose and he rubbed his head back as he softly cheeped. She was warm. Charlie nudged him back towards the seating in the lobby. Urging him to go back over.

Lucifer gave the stairs a forlorn look but he couldn’t search the hotel for Adam and Niffty. He was too small. They walked back, well, Charlie more did a little trot and he waddled. But they made it back.

She nudged the spell book off the coffee table, bleating at him and pawing the pages. Lucifer carefully flipped to the correct page with his beak.

‘This isn’t going to work, sweetie.’ He tried to tell her. But little baby quacks were all that came out.

He could have to show her. He cheeped out the incantation for ending the spell early and nothing happened.

They could do nothing but wait. The spell would end at midnight, a little less than twelve hours.

Lucifer did his best to shrug and Charlie sat down with a little bleat.

Waddling over, he nuzzled her leg to comfort her and seek warmth. She cuddled back for a minute before bleating some more and getting up. The way she creased her brow made him think she’d thought of something and she trotted off.

She bleated at Vaggie and the two of them started up to the next floor and out of sight.

He looked around and gave a little shake to ruffle up his feathers for warmth.

A blanket was hanging from the couch so Lucifer hopped to bite it. The fabric between his teeth, he braced his feet against the couch and pulled. He flapped his tiny wings as hard as he could. The blanket wouldn’t budge and he lost his grip.

Lucifer fell on his fluffy butt with a surprised cheep.

He worked out how to get back to his webbed feet and tried again. This time it seemed to move a little but the results were the same. On his fuzzy ass.

Waddling back and forth, he calculated where exactly to grab the blanket for maximum effect. He had been jumping for the corner but where to go from there?

Softly padding up to him, Angel cocked his head curiously.

Lucifer looked up at the blanket and jumped, snapping at the corner.

Angel seemed to understand and he leapt up onto the couch. Soon the blanket tumbled down.

Cheeping and flapping his little wings, Lucifer waddled in quick circles until Angel hopped down. He nuzzled the fox and Angel gave him a gentle lick to acknowledge Lucifer’s thank yous before leaving him to go back to licking spilled liquor off the bar.

He pawed, or footed? The blanket. Lucifer was trying to make himself a soft warm little nest to wait this whole thing out in, but he just couldn’t get the grip to push the blanket around like he wanted.

Cheeping to himself in frustration he plunked down sadly. He needed to be warmer and cozier.

He tried fluffing himself, moving the blankets on him, and scratching. Lucifer was still cold. Ducklings need heat. Heat they would normally get from their mothers for sometime before being able to venture out.

Lucifer was tired, cold, and getting lonely. He gave a sad little cheep and tried to sleep.

Tried. There was a tugging on his blanket and he picked up his head.

A claw snapped at him. Alastor had come out from under the couch. He was moving the blanket around and Lucifer cheeped at him.

Alastor struck and snapped at him but he missed. It took Lucifer a few tries to realize Alastor was gesturing the best he could.

Picking himself up, Lucifer waddled out of the nest and let Alastor use his claws to fix up the blankets more precisely. He waited until Alastor seemed to signal he could come back.

The nest Alastor made for him was smaller than the one he tried to make. It was cozy and Alastor pull the blanket over him to help keep him warm.

Moving around himself, Alastor settled down close.

Lucifer was pretty sure scorpions were desert animals. Alastor might have been cold in the air conditioning as well. He was happy to share the space and what little warmth there was.

It was better. But not as warm as he really needed.

He cheeped to see if someone could come keep them warm.

Angel padded softly closer and turned his head in confusion.

Lucifer cheeped louder and shivered.

Stepping around the blanket, Angel curled up around them. Nudging Lucifer with his nose and making little yips.

He cuddled back. Finally feeling warm.

Alastor pulled away a bit but didn’t leave the nest.

Cozy in Angel’s fluff, Lucifer tried for that nap again.

He was woken up by big hands picking him up. Lucifer gave a sleepy cheep and leaned into the warmth.

“Just going to move you, okay?” Adam assured him and ran a thumb over Lucifer’s small head.

Lucifer was put down on the couch and he moved Alastor next. Placing him on the next cushion.

He got everyone accounted for, even Niffty, a ladybug, and Keekee who was a normal looking cat. Then picked up the spell book.

Adam easily recited the counter spell and everyone returned to normal.

“You fuckers got lucky that being human is practically my whole fucking personality.” Adam snorted as his horns and other demonic features returned. “And that KeeKee woke me up from my nap when she was chasing Niffty around.”

Charlie groaned. “Well, that was a failure.”

Lucifer looked down at the little nest still on the floor, it was a little misshapen now but still there. He looked at Alastor in his spot on the couch. Then to Angel who was already teasing Husk.

“I don’t know about that.” He got up and joined Charlie. “From what I saw, even though we couldn’t really talk to each other, we still did our best to help each other out.”

He told her about Husk still serving Angel, despite their limitations. How Angel and Alastor helped him make a nest. And how Angel helped keep them warm.

Pointed out that when he called for help at the stairs, she came to him. That even though she and Vaggie couldn’t speak they still communicated.

Lucifer couldn’t say that Niffty went to Adam for help, since there was no one that could understand what went on in her head. But Adam noticed something was wrong right away and stopped KeeKee from eating Niffty. That had to count for something.

Looking over at the bar where their friends had gathered to try and clean up, Charlie agreed that it probably did count for something.

@lilacwriter07 there all done. Thanks for your help about what to make Husk and Angel.

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel keekee

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brigoesrahhh · 1 year ago

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“Look- Geese!!”

The Spot x reader.

500+ words. short little blurb i was thinking about :D

Summary: [Post-collider] Walking to a park with him for lunch, when you pass a family of baby geese. Spot is in awe, crouching down next to them, while the reader is trying to protect him so that the parents don't attack him.

A spring breeze passes against your face as you walk through the streets. The warm lights of the early afternoon open up and shine against the metallic lampposts. You were just going out for lunch with Spot to the park, and you had grabbed sandwiches from a local shop. The colorful grass of the park surrounded your feet where you stepped as you both made your way over to a bench to sit down. Just when you realized it, a family of geese had made their way to mindlessly walk past said bench.

“Y/N! Look- Geese!!” Spot says excitedly.

You knew this could only go poorly, but his enthusiasm was too cute, so you waited to see how this would play out. The baby goslings adorably stumbled over to their parents.

“They are very cute, but please, I don’t want you getting attacked by the parents, Spot-”

Before you could properly caution him, he was already crouching down next to them, happily waving at them just a few feet away.

You could practically feel the father goose’s aggressive stomping, his rubbery feet slapping against the grass, as he walked over to Spot.

He began to hiss at him, threatening Spot not to get any closer. Spot, of course, did not pay any mind, as he was too consumed by watching the adorable goslings. You could see goose’s eyes pop out of his head as he tried to figure out what was going on.

That was when Spot walked just a step closer to the baby.

The father goose charged down to Spot, beak open and teeth ready to attack.

You froze before you could say anything, but you almost burst out laughing. Spot quickly realized the danger and ran away, narrowly escaping the angry goose's attack.

"Spot! Come back here!" you yelled after him. The sight of the tiny goslings and the angry goose charging at Spot was comical. You couldn't help but feel sorry for Spot, who was now running away from the angry father goose.

He kept running away from the goose, terrified, and opened a portal in his panic. He quickly slipped through the void, landing right in front of you, inches away from your face.

He blushed slightly in surprise, and you finally cracked, laughing so hard your stomach aches.

The father goose became so confused as to where the threat he was just chasing went, and the babies remained unfazed and waddled away.

"Spot, what on Earth just happened?" you asked, still chuckling. Spot looked up at you with wide eyes and replied, "I don't know, I just panicked and opened a portal."

You couldn't help but shake your head in amusement as you led Spot away from the confused father goose. He still stood inches away from you, frozen. You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before taking his hand and dragging him along with you to the bench. He looked at you with a mix of confusion and embarrassment as his blush intensified, still breathing heavily from running from the goose.

As you continued walking to the bench (and dragging Spot behind you), you couldn't help but smile at his innocent fascination with nature.

#atsv #across the spider verse #the spot #the spot x reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader

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briar-ffxiv · 2 months ago

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FFXIV Write #22 - Warning

FFXIV Write 2024 Master Post

Prompt #22 - You Pick - Warning

Note: The Black Knights are based on a very cool breed of chicken called the 'Liege Fighter' if anyone is curious.

Briar's head jerked up from his gardening when he heard the sharp warning cry from Henri, his oldest rooster. The bird gave a loud squawk, wings flapping as he rushed toward the hens foraging in the grass. His older hens immediately echoed the call and shot across the grass, heading for the safety of the cottage and coop. They were no strangers to predators and knew what to do.

The ones that worried Briar most were his little silkies. Smaller, plumper, and short-legged in comparison, they were not near as quick and wary as his other hens. With their soft, almost fur-like feathers, they couldn't even fly for short stretches like the other hens. Vulnerable little golden balls of fluff, the silkies waddled as fast as they could after the others, giving their own chirps and squawks of distress.

The half-Elezen rose, sucking in a worried breath as he noticed the lean shape of a hawk circling nearby. He couldn't blame the predator for wanting to eat, but he didn't like it eating his chickens. Grabbing his staff, he started to jog toward the meadow, hoping his presence would be enough to dissuade the hawk.

Unfortunately, at that moment, the hawk dove in a quick flash, aiming for the slowest of the silkies. Briar sucked in a breath, starting to run, wishing he could just shout at the damned hawk. He made a noise of frustration, glancing around for something to toss that might spook it but not hurt his poor hen.

Briar hadn't needed to worry though. A streak of black feathers shot from the nearby bushes and crashed into the hawk just before its talons reached the hen. She still shrieked loudly, stubby wings flapping as she bolted as hard as she could toward the safety of the flock. The hawk gave its own cry of alarm as it crashed into the ground with a mass of striking wings and claws.

Briar slid to a stop, startled for a moment at the mass of angry birds rolling around on the ground before the dark form bounced away lithely. Gareth, one of his 'black knights' as they were affectionately known, gave a savage hiss of warning, long hackles rising as he mantled at the hawk. The hawk flailed to its feet, giving indignant hisses, threatening the rooster back. At least until another hiss joined the chorus and Gareth's brother, Kade, stalked out as well.

The two roosters were a different breed than his others. Reaching nearly three fulms tall and powerfully built, one could be forgiven for thinking they were small raptors. Long legs with huge feet and spurs along with sleek heads and short combs only made the two 'black knights' look more predatory as they hissed and mantled, moving closer to the hawk.

Now outnumbered, the hawk's bravado faltered. It hissed but started to back up. Kade lunged forward, striking out with both feet viciously, slamming into the hawk's chest. The hawk shrieked again, flailing wildly and scrambling away far enough to get into the air. As a final insult, Gareth lunged again, tearing out a tail feather before the hawk managed to get itself out of reach.

The two large black roosters watched the hawk until it was out of sight before ruffling their feathers and starting to groom, sauntering back toward the flock casually. They gave a few little chirruping calls to let the hens know it was safe, although none appeared until Henri had come out. The old rooster studied the skies intently before giving the all clear and the hens eased back out under the watchful gave of the roosters.

Briar breathed a sigh of relief, moving toward the flock and gently picking up the hen that had nearly been grabbed. Luckily, she was one of the sweeter girls and didn't mind being held. He examined her briefly, finding no worse than a tuft of feathers lost. Nodding, he set her back down and went into the shed, grabbing a handful of some treats, various little bits of dried fruits and such that the chickens loved.

He went to the Black Knights, who always lingered respectfully near the edges of the flock. It was strange in a way because normally roosters were rather aggressive toward each other. Briar suspected it was because they had grown up together and grown up when Henri was already an adult. Henri had established dominance when they were very small and kept it now, even though both Gareth and Kade were nearly twice his size. Or perhaps the two black roosters were fond of the older one. Briar was never sure.

As a reward, Briar knelt to gently toss some of the treats near the black roosters, reaching out to gently stroke Kade's back. They certainly weren't as cuddly as some of the hens, but they were respectful to the half-Elezen, even affectionate. Gareth came forward to delicately take a dried strawberry from Briar's hand.

Briar gave a silent laugh as Gareth moved toward the silkies, chirruping at them as he laid down the offering, encouraging them to eat first. They were very good roosters, as Henri had taught them, and all behaved gently with the hens and called them for treats. Gareth had a particular fondness for the silkies that Briar found charming. They ate a few bites themselves, but in short order, the roosters had summoned the hens for treats as well. Now more focused on food, the flock was relaxed and happily foraging again.

Henri came up to Briar, jumping with a few flaps to land on the half-Elezen's bent knee. He regarded Briar with bright yellow eyes, clucking at him. Briar smiled and gently scratched his neck as he liked, humming his approval. Even if Briar couldn't say it, he had warned the hens first and he was a very good boy, deserving of praise just as much as the Black Knights were.

Thanks to @calico-heart for giving me the idea for Briar to have 'Black Knights' forever ago. I just finally got around to writing it!

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #character: briar redfeather #my writing

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ask-elland-n-will · 4 months ago

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Nosy, drenched from the rain outside and with muddy paws, chirped happily, pleased with himself. It was time for a little mischief.

Spotting the Prefect walking in the corridor, the Niffler started waddling towards him with a determined glint in his eyes, his little feet leaving a trail of wet paw prints on the floor. He stopped right in front of of the red-head and stared up at him with a smug look, his face beaming with cheeky intent.

Without a second's pause, the little menace began to wildly shake his soaked fur, sending water droplets flying all over Will’s clothes. A perfect spray pattern, if Nosy did say so himself.

But Nosy wasn’t done yet, oh no. He pranced around with his muddy paws, leaving prints all over William's once-pristine shoes. The Teal King acted dumbfounded, honking as if to say, "Oh no! Was that Nosy? Nosy is so, so sorry."

To add a final touch, Nosy, still wet and muddy, started to hug the Prefect's leg, smearing dirt all over his pants. Nosy snickered to himself before looking up at William with the most innocent, wide-eyed look he could muster. "You are not angry at little old me, right?"

"No."

Those were the first words that left the prefect's mouth, and he instantly knew that he done goofed. It was a mistake, telling this particular niffler a "No". Will was the one who required further training on how not to keep the teal waves from crashing down on him. And oh, he felt a tsunami coming, judging from the cheeky squint of Nosy's eyes.

"Bath first, NOW!"

Another crucial mistake, born out of panic. Partially from the content of the command, and partially because his voice treacherously cracked at the last word. Can nifflers sense fear? Merlin, please let the answer be negative.

Hands busy with books, William couldn't even get his wand out for a quick "Protego" when the downpour began. And if that wasn't enough, he watched in dejected confusion as Nosy stepped on Will's shoe. Once. Twice. Oh, it was not an accident, was it?

"Having fun?" Will said, reproachfully, but deep inside found it amusing as well. Not that he would show it. For educational purposes. But he already had dirt on the lower part of his uniform, Nosy can't make it dirtier than that with his little paws.

"Good noble nifflers do all that before entering the house. They shake off the water and dirt."

Will did as he said, shaking his head, making a mess of his hairstyle. He had to blow the hair off his face, accompanying it with a nudge of his head as his hands were busy.

"They step on the little carper at the entrance to clear their paws."

And Will illustrated that with one of his free feet, "wiping" his shoe on the carpet rather comically.

"Then they wait patiently until their human friends take them to clean up. Don't you want to be like a good niffler, Nosy? Model niffler?" Will cooed, hoping at least some of it is understood. "Bath for you, for sure. If you—"

He didn't get to finish as he watched Nosy ready himself for a hug, and Will twisted on the spot as if avoiding the bludger on the pitch. Carefully still: he'd never want to step on Nosy's shoes in return.

"No hugs before a bath, mister! Tsk, tsk."

Whether he succeded in making it to the nearest table to put the books down and levitate Nosy to the bathroom or not, Will was ready to gamble. This was as good of an opportunity for learning as any. As for the dirt on his own uniform — there's nothing a spell could not fix.

#william #nosy #[always the mindgames with those two hehe]

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 4 months ago

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 62

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Chapter 61

Quick A/N: I showed my fiance excerpts of Aemma's fight with Daemon, and he said he got evil Disney stepmother vibes from the way Daemon came at Aemma and yanked her medallion off. That was in no way a conscious choice on my part to make Daemon into an evil stepmother. Unhinged yes, the guy does have a tendency to lash out when he's angry and/or grieving, especially when he gets called out on stuff (as we saw when Rhaenyra confronted him on the Blood and Cheese incident). I would like to hear any of y'alls' thoughts on that cause it did make me laugh a little when my fiance pointed that out.

Hiding around a corner, seeing her father storm out of the council chambers, Rhaena came out of hiding, "come on," she urges Luke to follow. The young princess couldn't find Baela at this moment, so she went for the next best thing, this being her betrothed.

When the two of them walked inside, they find Aemma laying on the floor in a disheveled states with tear stains on her eyes and uneven breaths.

"Aemma!" Rhaena rushed over to her sister with urgency, Luke tailing behind her. Rhaena knelt down and placed a cautious hand on Aemma's shoulder, to which Aemma flinched. "Aemma, it's me," Rhaena calmly assures, making Aemma relax when she looked up to see her sister and stepbrother.

"What happened?" Rhaena inquires, "where's your necklace?" "...Father threw it out the window," Aemma mutters, breaths still uneven. "What did he do to you?" Rhaena questions, sounding more distraught than before. "He...I confronted him...about my mother," Aemma says, voice hoarse from the previous screaming and crying, "He...he lied to me. All this time he's lied to me about the Lady of Larks. He's lied to all of us..." fresh tears began to fall as Aemma turned into a sobbing mess once more, "and I hate him for it!"

Tears falling in sympathy, Rhaena pulled Aemma in for a hug. Luke stood there, feeling awkward, not sure what exactly was going on, but knew this fallout between daughter and father was serious. There was so much going on right now from finding out King Viserys was dead to seeing his mother go into early labor and now this. To think that only today, Luke's biggest concern was thinking about his future as the Lord of the Tides should the Stranger come for Lord Corlys.

Aemma continued to sob, which was cut off by the sounds of Rhaenyra's continuing labor pains.

Suddenly, Aemma jolted out of Rhaena's hold. "Aemma?!" Aemma pushed her sister away as she staggered onto her feet and leaned against the wall. Hearing the sounds of her stepmother in pain, she began to experience visions and sounds of the past.

"Geralt..." she heard her mother's voice, "I think there's something wrong with this baby..."

"Mother?"

Aemma saw her mother in the middle of a forest somewhere on the Continent, holding her belly as if she were in pain. With each contraction Rhaenyra had in the present, Aemma saw her mother emanate that same painful contraction in the past. Aemma placed a hand over her mouth, realizing the Lady of Larks had gone through something similar. She recalled a vision she had back in Vergen when she saw her mother stop Daemon from hurting her again when she told him she was pregnant. This was the babe that the Lady Lark had been carrying.

The vision continued as (y/n) struggled against the contraction, a strange looking woman helping her through it. She saw two monsters, basilisks, appear from behind the trees and the sorceress cast a shield over the two to protect them, which was brought down causing the sorceress woman to falter. She saw Geralt spring forth and slay the monsters before they could go for the kill.

And then she saw her mother waddle away from Geralt and the woman, falling to her knees and pulling her stillborn sibling out of her.

"Aemma? Aemma!" Aemma's vision ended abruptly the moment Rhaena started shaking Aemma back to her senses. "Rhaena?" "What happened, you looked like you were possessed!" Rhaena exclaims. Aemma's breaths were even once again, the last image fresh in her mind of seeing the Lady of Larks hold the bloodied fetus in her arms...scaly skin and a tail much like that of a dragon.

"Aemma?" "...my mother was pregnant the night she escaped," Aemma says, seemingly to no one, "she miscarried...the babe was a boy. I...we almost had a brother..."

The three just realized Rhaenyra's wails had all but stopped. Realizing what this meant, Aemma, Rhaena, and Luke rush to Rhaenyra's chambers to see what happened. They find the Targaryen woman sitting on the floor cradling what looked like a bloodied baby in her arms. But the baby was not alive, as evident by the sorrowful tears that Rhaenyra was now shedding.

Aemma took a step forth, paying no heed to the midwives when they insist she not see. "Mother?" she speaks up. "...you have a sister," Rhaenyra says with a broken voice, gaze fixed on her dead child, "her name is Visenya."

Aemma looked over her stepmother to see the stillborn babe cradled in Rhaenyra's arms as she rocked Visenya back and forth as if she were alive. Scaly skin and a dragon-like tail. Just like the brother Aemma's mother had brought forth the night of her escape.

Aemma wanted to cry, but found she had no more tears to shed in spite of her sadness.

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On the rocky cliffs on the edges of a Dragonstone, a small funeral pyre burned for the baby Visenya as Rhaenyra and Daemon stand at the very front as they mourned for the lose of their unborn child. Behind them stood the rest of their children as well as their loyal supporters and members of the Kingsguard who stood in support for their queen.

Aemma stood by her sisters, caught in a place between anger and sadness. Anger at her father, sadness for the lose what could've been her new sister...and sadness for the brother she lost the day her mother escaped Westeros.

Looking at her father, she couldn't help but actually feel a twinge a sympathy. Visenya was his child too, after all, he was within his rights to grieve. It still didn't make up for everything the damage he's done both past and present.

Right at that moment, a strange knight in white armor approached. The two Kingsguard knights draw their swords, ready to defend their queen.

"I mean no harm, brothers," the knight states, removing his helmet. "Ser Erryk!" Aemma calls out in recognition.

The other two knights sheathe their swords, allowing Ser Erryk to approach. The knight knelt down as Daemon approached, pulling something from the satchel he was carrying. It was a crown, the one the late king Viserys wore during his reign, which was also worn by the late King Jaehaerys. Erryk presented the crown to Rhaenyra, "I swear to ward the queen," he speaks, "with all my strength...and give my blood for hers."

Erryk continued to recite his vow as Daemon took the crown from his hands. The now king consort approached Rhaenyra, placing the crown on her brow before he knelt before her. "My queen," he whispers before bowing his head to her. Everyone else took that as the cue to kneel before their true queen, Aemma included. This was it, she thinks. Rhaenyra was now the Queen, in spite of being robbed of her throne. Being here now, Aemma was prepared to stand by her queen and fight for her...but knew that as long as Daemon stood by her side, it would continue to complicate matters for her.

Huffing in frustration, Aemma got on her feet, turned, and walked past her siblings, needing time to process her feelings.

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Aemma paced back and forth once again.

So much had happened in the span of three days, and it was only now that she had time to process it all. The Greens' coup, her vision of the Wild Hunt attacking the Wall, Rhaenyra's miscarriage and the coronation that followed, and that was even before getting to process her fight with Daemon.

Aemma wasn't sure what she was going to...she didn't even know what she could do. She couldn't support Aegon and the Greens, she was certain of that, even if it meant going against the man she loves. But she wasn't so sure she could support the Blacks...if Daemon wasn't in the picture, Aemma would gladly fight for Rhaenyra, be prepared to stand by her siblings and fight besides them for whatever conflict would soon arise.

But with Rhaenyra being queen, that made Daemon her King Consort. If Daemon wasn't untouchable before that, he certainly was now. Aemma thought on it some more...maybe Daemon would never be stripped of his titles or exiled or anything of the sort...but if Rhaenyra was made aware of the wrongdoings he's kept hidden all these years, maybe the queen would be inclined to keep a closer eye on Daemon, have him watched every hour of every day, see to it that he will never hurt anyone ever again.

It wasn't exactly her best plan...but at this point it felt better than nothing, especially if Aemma was to see herself in any kind of role in this family. Another option would be to abandon this whole thing altogether. Return to the Continent, be with her mother and Uncle Jaskier and Geralt too...

But Aemma couldn't bring herself to abandon her siblings again, especially her sisters. Rhaena would be heartbroken and Baela would certainly never forgive her for that. Not to mention that fleeing to the Continent wasn't exactly an option right now considering the near certain future of the Wild Hunt invading the Wall. If Aemma failed to be there when it happened, who knows if Ciri would survive...and who knows if Jace would survive as well if he indeed would be there when the invasion happens.

Being lost in her thoughts, Aemma didn't hear the door open. "Princess," she heard Rhaenys speak up. Aemma looked over to see her grandmother walk in, still in her armor, a cup of tea on hand.

"Where's Rhaenyra?" Aemma asks. "In the council chambers, preparing for war," Rhaenys tells her, "she's requested your presence." Aemma sighed in response. "I can inform Her Grace you are not feeling well, I'm certain she will understand," Rhaenys offers, "it was a long journey from King's Landing...not to mention having lost a sister before her time."

Aemma nods, now noticing the cup of tea in her grandmother's hand, "what's that?" "It's a tea," Rhaenys answers, handing it to Aemma. Aemma took a whiff, "it smells funny." "It's a special tea," Rhaenys confirms, "I believe you have an idea of what it might be." Aemma's eye widen briefly, knowing full well what it was, "I don't...why would I...oh, that's right. I remember telling you."

"It's up to you," Rhaenys says with a soft, understanding tone, "but...after everything that has happened in the last several days, the last thing we need is to bring another Targaryen bastard into this world."

"And I should let you know," Rhaenys continues, "Lord Corlys has survived his wounds. He's sailing for Dragonstone as we speak. I'm certain he'll be glad to see you and the rest of his grandchildren again after so long."

Rhaenys walked out of the room, leaving Aemma alone with her tea. Her grandmother was right. Now wasn't the time. With a potential civil war looming over, and with the future uncertain, Aemma could not afford to risk bringing a child into this, especially one conceived out of wedlock.

Sighing once more, followed with a deep breath, Aemma took the cup and downed it's contents.

As she grimaced from the taste, Aemma began to play in her head what could have been had she allowed Aemond's seed to take root...what would her father say if he learned she was carrying the one-eyed prince's bastard in her belly?

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Aemma sat down on the bed, letting the moon tea start to take affect. Although she didn't have it in her to go to the audience the queen was holding for the impending conflict, she wondered what was being said.

Thinking about it herself, Aemma knew the most important objective for Rhaenyra's established rule was to send ravens or envoys to the Great Houses to remind the Lords of the oaths they made to Viserys to recognize Rhaenyra as his true heir.

The Velaryons would keep true to that oath, as Aemma saw when Rhaenys stood up for Luke during the Driftmark petition. The Arryns of the Vale would stay to the oath as well, as Rhaenyra's late mother was an Arryn. Starks do not forget their oaths, as the old saying goes, so that one was practically a shoe-in for support.

The Hightowers would certainly not swear for Rhaenyra...and neither would the Lannisters as Tyland Lannister held a seat on the Greens Small Council. Aemma wasn't sure where House Tyrell would stand, or House Baratheon and House Tully for that matter. No doubt those lords might need a little persuasion.

Although, it just occurred to Aemma that a war between Targaryens implies dragons will be involved...dragons fighting against one another. The Blacks have Syrax, Caraxes, Meleys as well as Arrax, Vermax, and Moondancer...and Cirillia of course. Even though Tyraxes and Stormcloud were too small to fight, Rhaenyra has more dragons on her side. On the Greens side, there was Dreamfyre and Sunfyre...and should Aegon call his little brother Daeron from Oldtown to fight, they would have Tessarion...and then of course, there's Vhagar. Aemma had to wonder what would happen if she was to fly into battle astride Cirillia and she ended up facing Aemond and Vhagar in the midst of it. Would Aemond say the word and have Vhagar rain fire onto her and Cirillia, despite having professed his love for her and his desire to marry her TWICE? Now part of Aemma had wished she hadn't drank the tea; maybe her carrying Aemond's child would give the prince SOME motivation not to kill her.

Aemma sat upright when she heard sounds of a dragon roaring outside. Aemma looked out to see Syrax flying overhead with Rhaenyra towards the stone bridge leading to Dragonstone. Aemma wasn't sure what was going on at this moment, but she saw a boat close by with the sigil of the three headed dragon...but the sails were green. Aemma wished she could see what was going on.

If Cirillia was there, she could use her gift to see through her dragon's eyes. What if Aemma tried to use the spell with her stepmother's dragon instead? It was tricky as Aemma didn't have the bond with Syrax as she does with Cirillia, but maybe, just maybe.

Aemma laid on the bed and closed her eyes, reciting the incantation, directing the energy towards the older yellow dragon. When her eyes opened, Aemma could see she was facing the bridge. She was looking through Syrax's eyes now. Syrax moved her head to see Rhaenyra dismount from the saddle. Looking forward, Aemma could see who had come to Dragonstone was none other than Otto Hightower and the soldiers loyal to the Greens. Rhaenyra walked past Otto and stood next to Daemon, who was armed with a sword and his own regiment.

"Princess Rhaenyra," she heard Otto greet. "I'm QUEEN Rhaenyra now," Rhaenyra corrects, "and you are all traitors to the realm." "King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, in his wisdom and desire for peace is offering terms," Otto begins. Internally, Aemma scoffed, knowing full well these were not Aegon's words at all. "Acknowledge Aegon as king, and swear obeisance to the Iron Throne," Otto goes on, "In exchange, His Grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone. It will pass to your true born son Prince Jacaerys upon your death. Lucerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark and all lands and holdings of House Velaryon. Your sons by Prince Daemon will also be given positions of honor at court: Aegon the Younger as his squire, Viserys as his cup bearer. The king in his good grace will pardon any knight or lord who has conspired against his ascent. And furthermore, His Grace has consented to broker a marriage pact between Prince Daemon's daughter, the Princess Aemma, to his brother Prince Aemond."

Aemma's felt herself become shocked at this particular stated term. She saw Daemon and Rhaenyra exchange glances. The princess wondered if that term was added in, either from Aemond himself or from Alicent who still wished for the two of them to wed. It was made clear that there was hope that she and Aemond could still be together somehow.

"I would rather feed my sons to the dragons then to carry shields and cups for your drunken, usurper cunt of a king," Daemon sneers, "and I would rather see my daughter lay with a hundred men in a brothel on the Street of Silk than see her married off to your one-eyed cunt of a grandson." Aemma had to contain her own rage right now. She may not care much for Otto or Aegon, but if she was physically there, she would not stand by and allow her father to speak in such a way about Aemond. Yeah, she might have definitely start to feel some regret for drinking the moon tea now.

"Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne," Otto points out matter-of-factually, "He wears the Conqueror's crown, wields the Conqueror's sword, has the Conqueror's name. He was anointed by a septon of the Faith before the eyes of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him. And then there is Stark, Tully, Baratheon. Houses that have also received and are, at present, considering generous terms from their king."

"Stark, Tully, and Baratheon all swore to me when King Viserys named me HIS heir," Rhaenyra counters. "Stale oaths will not put you on the Iron Throne, Princess," Otto counters back, approaching despite the Kingsguard making ready to defend their queen, "the succession changed the day your father sired a son. I only regret that you and he were the last to see the truth of it."

Angrily, Rhaenyra stormed at Otto, pulling off pin he wore as Hand of the king, "you are no more Hand than Aegon is king. FUCKING traitor!"

Aemma noticed the vision was becoming distorted. She was struggling to see or hear more of the confrontation that was going on. Soon her vision went black, and Aemma bolted from the bed.

Her head ached something fierce at first, but it started to slowly go away. She felt something warm leave her nose. Aemma wiped at it to see it was blood. That had never happened before, not when she's done this with Cirillia. It appears she CAN make this connection with other dragons, but there was an imposed limit compared to when she does this with her bonded dragon.

She remembered both Triss and Phillipa having told her there was a Give and a Take when it came to manipulating Chaos. If Aemma had continued as she had seeing through Syrax's eyes, whose to say this connection would've ended up killing her?

Aemma looked outside to see Otto turn and leave. Rhaenyra, it seems, had decided to spare the man. But why? Was she actually considering his offer? Whatever was going through Rhaenyra's mind as of now?

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"Aemma?" Rhaena knocks on the door to announce her arrival before stepping inside. Accompanying Rhaena was Baela, whom Rhaena had informed what their older sister had told her.

Aemma was looking out the window, out to the horizon, wondering what was going to happen next. "Aemma," Rhaena speaks up a little louder. "Oh, hello," Aemma greets. "You weren't in the council rooms," Rhaena brings up, "Grandmother told us you weren't feeling well, but you look alright to me." "It's just some small stomach pains," Aemma assures, "I'll be alright, I'm feeling better already." "Aemma," Baela approaches, "Rhaena told me...about your mother...she's alive?" "...she is," Aemma confirms. "But how is that possible?" Baela questions, "your mother perished in Rivia during that riot, Rhaena and I were in Redania when it happened, we heard the reports at that time."

"She survived," Aemma tells her, "she was greatly injured, but she survived her wounds. She and...the White Wolf, they were whisked away to a place not of this world, to recover. Until mother was taken by the Wild Hunt....that's why I left. That's why I spent the last six years on the Continent. I was tracking down the Hunt with the hopes of rescuing my mother. I managed that, with a little help."

"From the White Wolf, you mean," Baela says. "Not just him...but this Ciri too?" Rhaena asks, to which Aemma nods. "Who is she? Ciri?" "She's someone I knew a long time ago, when I was still a baby," Aemma explains, "she vowed long ago to protect me, even from our father." Aemma turned to face her sisters, "my mother told me the true story of what happened between her and father...it was far worse than I could've imagined." "What...what exactly did father do to the Lady of Larks?" Baela asks, not exactly surprised of what Daemon was capable of, but was secretly afraid to learn the lines that man was capable of crossing.

Aemma shook her head, "I don't want to inflict those images into your minds," she admits. "Aemma," Baela huffs, placing a hand on Aemma's arm, "Rhaena and I aren't children anymore, nor are we as naive of our father's proclivities as you may believe us to be." Aemma was silent, turning her gaze away. "I know what father is capable of," Baela continues, "he may love us as he loves his family, but...he is not a good man."

Aemma thought on this, looking to both her sisters. Baela was right, they were not children anymore. Seven Hells, Baela AND Rhaena were just betrothed not too long ago and would wed sooner or later. "Even if I did tell you," Aemma sighs, "it wouldn't change anything. Father will never be held accountable for his actions, especially now that he is king consort." Rhaena made a sad smile, taking Aemma's hand into hers, "We should still like to know."

Aemma held Rhaena's hand, and then reached to take Baela's, holding them together, "this is the account of the story that was told to me by the Lady of Larks," she begins, "my mother first came to King's Landing several years before father ever met her..."

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Aemma walked down the halls to the Council chambers, hoping to find Rhaenyra and with hopes of speaking to the queen in private. If Rhaenyra truly was considering the terms stated, than perhaps Aemma could use this as the opportunity to tell Rhaenyra what she wanted to say to her.

She tried to put aside recent memories of holding her sisters after telling them her mother's story. Tried to put aside the memory of comforting Rhaena, who cried for what seemed like hours upon realizing the extent of her father's cruelty, and comforting Baela who tried her best to not let it known how truly upset she was about all of it.

It was now apparent to all three of the girls of the monster Daemon truly is, and the damage he could potentially continue to inflict upon others even as consort to the queen.

All three had agreed that Rhaenyra needed to know.

When Aemma stepped in, she froze in place at the scene before her.

Daemon had his hand wrapped around Rhaenyra's throat, anger in his eyes. "Dreams didn't make us kings...dragons did."

"FATHER!" Aemma shouts, getting both his and Rhaenyra's attention.

Daemon released his hold on Rhaenyra as the two of them stared in Aemma's direction.

Chapter 62.5

#hotd #the witcher #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #oc #rhaenyra targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #rhaenys targaryen

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theodoradevlin · 4 months ago

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It was dinner time when Nosy finally spotted Theodora enjoying her meal on the Hufflepuff table, his tail wiggling at the sight of her. With a nimble leap, Nosy jumped down from Sebastian's shoulder and started waddling towards her.

In a truly athletic display, Nosy leaped from student to student, landing on their robes and backs with graceful ease, causing a few startled yelps along the way, until he finally landed on the table of the badgers. He dashed through the bountiful spread, pushing over a few drinking glasses, bowls, and plates here and there, until he stopped right before the girl.

Nosy rummaged through his belly pouch at high speed and pulled out a small, heart-shaped potato. Nosy was waiting quite a while to give this to her! One whole day! (A very long time, in Nosy's eyes.)

The Niffler rolled the earthapple towards Theo with a proud squeak and a cheeky grin as if he wanted to say, “That’s right, marvel your gaze upon THIS little treasure! It's just for you!"

Nosy wanted to swagger a bit longer, but that was until he spotted a certain lad sitting next to the Hufflepuff Lady from the corners of his eyes. Ah, if it wasn’t the Chump-Gentleman! ( @ask-elland-n-will )

Nosy squinted at the fiery-haired boy. Nosy had not forgotten about the belly rubs Elland gave him that day. The Niffler was still salty about how vulnerable and exposed he felt that day. How did Elland know about the Teal King’s weakness? It was time for a little payback.

Puffing out his chest, Nosy let out a loud, demanding honk. The little Niffler strutted over, his tail wiggling with confidence. "Oi, you!" his eyes seemed to say as he stopped right before Elland. "Remember me, mate?"

With a quick snatch, Nosy grabbed some peas from Elland's plate and started throwing them at him. He wished he had his pea shooter, but sadly, the pretty Prefect had confiscated it earlier. Wasn't Elland just a lucky guy? BUT NOT LUCKY ENOUGH!

The little menace dashed forward and snatched Elland's Pumpkin Pasty. With a triumphant honk and the pasty in his snout, Nosy climbed up on Theodora and nestled on top of her head, snuggling into her hair. He smirked at Elland, curious to see what the Hufflepuff might do now.

Theo had chanced a look over towards the Slytherin table, not that she looked over in the direction that often or anything, but as she did she couldn't help but smile at the happy tail wiggles as Nosy spotted her from Sebastian's mess of hair.

As Nosy jumped from @ask-sebastian's shoulders, Theo had no doubt the teal fur ball was coming her way. She gave Sebastian a helpless shrug as if to admit that: yes, your niffler could probably do whatever his little chaotic heart desired, and neither of you would ever do anything to stop it.

You knew it. Sebastian knew it. And Nosy definitely knew it.

...And that included just letting the absolute trail of unapologetic messes happen as Nosy made his way over to her. She watched, half wincing, but mostly impressed. She'd have to reward his efforts with some treats!

"Hello my friend, I hope you're being good, but not too good, today." She smiled warmly at him, giving him a light scratch as he excitedly rummaged for something in his pocket. Upon seeing the magnificent potato, she couldn't contain the excitement on her face. In fact, she was almost as excited as the niffler himself.

She held it in her hands gingerly, softening at the heart felt gesture. Not only was it a potato (the most versatile of starch's) it was also A HEART SHAPED POTATO?

She gasped, bending down to Nosy's eye level, giving him a loving head pat as she vowed stoically, "It's beautiful, thank you Nosy. This treasure is going to stay with me forever, you sweet wee devil."

She almost turned to show it off to Elland, but could see that Nosy was desperately trying to tell @ask-elland-n-will something. The honk seemed quite imperative. She watched curiously - was he excited? Angry? Oooh- nope. There were those peas again.

She'd only seen Nosy threaten Andrew with them, so Theo knew the peas meant business. Merlin save Elland for whatever it was that the poor boy did.

She watched apologetically as the little paws snatched the pastry from Elland's plate after the pea assault. Nosy was quick as he scrambled to her hair to seek shelter. Or gloat.

By the look on Elland's face it was probably the latter.

"Now Nosy, you know gloating it isn't nice." She reached up to give him another little scratch before looking at Elland, "I guess only a few of us are the chosen ones today - what on earth did you do to have him stealing your pastries?!"

#NOSY #Nosy nosy nosy #Elland #Seb #HEART SHAPED EARTH APPLE #Theo's favorite gift #Nosy has the right to pea whoever he wants to pea #but poor Elland #hopefully his nips are safe

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not-krys · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday: Nobububu Version 2.0

A more edited version of this post, but still couldn't think of a way to end it, so back to the WIP pile it goes.

Raw writing, some editing but not much, pregnancy, Nobunaga being precious

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Seven and a half months and one day down, one and a half months and one night to go, you thought to yourself.

Too bad one of your sleeping companions wasn't in the mood for shut-eye, as proven by the brutal, merciless little kicks in your tummy. As if you needed anymore evidence you were indeed carrying Nobunaga's child.

With a tired sigh, you pushed off the warm blankets and greeted the cold night air with a grumble. It was only for another month and a half. Another month and a half and then you'd hold your little kicking alien in your arms, powerless against your lower ribs and organs as they so intently seemed to be fighting.

Before standing up, however, a hand shot out from beneath the covers, the grip like iron, keeping you seated on the futon. An incredulous carnelian eye peeked up from his black sleeve, his questions evident even with that single glance.

You sighed with a smile.

"Your child has inherited your bad sleeping habits."

The devil king, Nobunaga, sat up fully, opening up both his eyes. His initial frown, however, slipped into a small grin.

"Our child," he corrected, "they make bold claims against me, even before leaving the safety of the womb."

He stood up with a light grunt and pulled you to your feet. "Claiming the territory of your lap from under my nose, and now they seek to steal you away in my sleep?"

He was more amused than angry, however.

"As if this… this big belly has stopped you from enjoying your claims!" You playfully scoffed.

"Their contributions to my territories has proven to be a boon," He wrapped his arm around your back, his other hand grasping yours, keeping you steady and secure, "so I shall concede to a temporary truce of you, for the time being."

You leaned into him, drawing on his strength and warmth.

"Once around the tenshu should be enough."

Nobunaga minded his pace for you, making his steps small, like he was gliding slowly across the floor. It made you a little jealous, how he could move so easily while the best you could do was waddle like a duck around a rocky lake shore.

After the proposed single round, the little kicks had refused to calm. You sighed.

"I could carry you," Nobunaga proposed, keeping his arm around you.

"I need to be the one moving," you said, taking another step forward. "They calm down during the day when I'm moving. Probably something to do about the motion soothes them."

"I could rock you as I carry you." He offered.

"…I'm not a baby."

"You are carrying ours, however. It stands to reason that by rocking you, I am also rocking our child."

You looked at him, blinking and trying to process what he was saying.

Then, you had an idea.

"Actually, I think I want to try another thing."

Turning into him, you move his arms to surround your middle, while your hands found the back of his neck, his eyes lighting with curiosity. After a beat, you sway to one side, Nobunaga quick to catch you, only to be confused as you swayed in the opposite direction, again, moving to correct the both of you.

"What is this, Fireball?"

"Slow dancing."

"Slow dancing?"

"Mhmm." You laid your head against his chest. "My parents… they used to dance like this. Nothing fancy to it, just holding each other and swaying."

He seemed to get the idea after a moment, resting his cheek on top of your head. His fingers, callused and rough, traced your jawline.

"I find this kind of dancing pleasurable," He said with a smirk. "Show it to me again, when our child is born, when I can hold you closer."

"All right," you said.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen sengoku #nobunaga oda #cw: pregnancy #fluff

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sensei-venus · 2 years ago

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Hawk with his "mommies" 😏

But now that I've brought it up, pregnant!mommy dom!Reader and daddy dom!Hawk with sub!Demetri??

Hawk, who knows Reader's belly turns Demetri on and constantly touches it a d rubs it when Dem is looking their way. Reader wearing revealing and/or tight shirts that show off her belly too.

Demetri, who is shy about it. They tease him about it in subtle ways. And more obvious ones. Hawk makes him blush by calling him out for it. Reader sits on his lap and asks him to "massage mommy's hips, please?" Bats her eyelashes at him.

I could go on but I'm distracted by TV 😅

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei )

Demetri really can’t help but be turned on as Reader gets bigger and bigger. He though he had a pretty big breeding kink beforehand but after actually breeding Reader along with Hawk, it was amplified by ten. After getting her pregnant things just kept getting better and better.

But he was quick to go back to his usual position.

Hawk is quick to always rub it in his face. The fact that he helped to put that baby in her. That it was most likely his and not Demetri’s anyway because Hawk was the one who “put most of the work in to fill her up”. Demetri was just there to be played with. Or at least that’s what it felt like sometimes when they had sex.

Both of his partners where so bossy in bed. Of course Demetri didn’t really mind because at the end of the day he liked being their sub. This extended to their everyday lives as well. Letting the two of them control most of the things in their relationship and home, he trusted them fully with just about everything.

Well it was fun until Hawk and Reader started to pick up on his ever-growing breeding kink.

Both of them saw the way he looked at Reader’s growing bump. The way he would get red in the face or sneak glances at her. The way his eyes always fell onto her round belly.

Hawk would joke that one day they were going to find him literally drooling over Reader.

Their favorite time was when they finally decided to go big with their teasing. They wanted to go all out one night with their teasing of their lanky boyfriend.

Hawk helps Reader pick out a super-tight dress from their closet to wear around the house. The material is stretchy but still fits right over all of her curves. It shows off her legs and half of her thick thighs, bunching a little as she walks around.

Her full hips and new round belly fill out the midsection perfectly, all smooth and tight. Her breasts are squeezed into the top as best as they can. They're swollen and sore but to Reader it's worth it to see Demetri go red in the face and bug-eyed over her new figure.

She waddles around the living room holding her bump while Hawk and Demetri sit on the couch watching tv that night. She makes sure to bend over a few times, as much as she can with her bump. Hawk watched as Demetri starts to shimmy in his seat and try to act like he was not looking at their pregnant girlfriend's ass and bump.

Acting like he's just trying to see the tv better. Hawk is already getting hard from watching his boyfriend twitch in his seat.

Reader grows tired of the game after a while and no real reaction from Demetri. She goes straight up to him and climbs onto his lap, rubbing her belly as she straddles him.

“Can you do me a favor and rub mommy's hips? Their so sore and my belly is so tender~”

Cut to Demetri whimpering and moaning into her tits as she grinds on his belly. She didn't even bother to wear panties. She rubs her clit and wet pussy all over his hard belly and makes a mess of him. But he's to busy to care because his face and head are stuffed into her fat tits.

It doesn't help that Hawk decided to join in by blowing him from behind Reader.

Hawk is quick to pop off the boys huge dick and jerk him while saying “Now be good for Daddy and Mommy, maybe Mommy will let you cum and Daddy might just swallow your mess~” and he goes back to licking and sucking at the angry head of Demetri’s cock. Hot tongue lapping at the slit before his lips engulfed half the hard shaft. He moans around it and plays with the boys plump balls.

All Demetri can do is moan and grip at Readers full hips.

Her big belly squished against him making his head spin.

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cherrycherish · 7 months ago

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It took him only a few minutes to devour everyone in the gym. When he - a beautiful boy no taller than 5 feet even - entered, no one took him for an apex predator... but he quickly proved otherwise, swallowing down hunks three times his size with ease, while remaining quick enough on his feet to cut off any escape. Only once he secured everyone in his stomach did he slow down, waddling over to the nearest bench. Two dozen people - who dedicated themselves to honing their bodies - were helpless inside of him. This was how he packed protein~

Oliver loved hopping between gyms for bulking, it was just too easy. When the lean little thing at the front desk stopped him to tell him that the gym was for preds, he made quick work of swallowing her down. Maybe she would've thought twice about her assumption if she saw the hungry glean in his eyes, he thought, admiring himself in a mirror, it must be time to trim his bangs again.

There were two entrances to the weight room, one through the locker room and one main door. With the front desk's keys in hand he had little issue locking the main door from the outside and heading in through the locker room. Under his baggy sweater his first course wiggled around but was hidden enough to go unnoticed.

Of course, because some people only go to the gym to socialize, a pair of idiots approached him within a minute of him entering the room. The larger one attempted to intimidate Oliver and the smaller one tried flirting. So noisy...

The larger one was mostly down his throat before he or his friend realized what was happening. A few hard gulps were all it took to finish him off, and as his body landing in the gut audibly sloshed, the smaller one tripped over his own two feet and was unceremoniously pulled in feet first.

Between his panicked yelp as he was quickly swallowed and the whine of Oliver's belly, the sounds of gym noise came to a halt.

"Hey! We don't allow predation in the gym, this is a safe space and--" The barking of the gym rat who approached was abruptly cut off by his head being forced into Oliver's maw.

The short pred pulled the rat in by his shirt, swallowing hard until he was trapped with the other three.

"Huurrrrrp!" Letting out some of the trapped air, Oliver felt the angry stirring of his occupants and grinned. Quickly grabbing and swallowing the three on the treadmills that had earbuds in and were completely oblivious, he followed after the rest who had made for the door, and were struggling to pry it open.

Using his belly as a blockade, Oliver sandwiched the hulking men against the door and took great pleasure in gulping them down one after the next. Most of them tried fighting him off once they realized the doors were locked, which only put them within arms reach of him. Pinned under or against his writhing belly, they had no hope of escaping their fate, but he commended their efforts. Weaklings were no fun at all to eat, the strong well toned idiots who relied on their stature struggled much more against the confines of his body. None of the fools had noticed his strong arms under his sweater, assuming that the shorty in baggy clothes couldn't possibly make a meal of anyone.

Pulling all that mass over to the nearest bench was a workout in itself, but Oliver relished their kicking and pressing against his flesh, belching up a pair of earbuds, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave for an hour at least. The quiet gym and lean pre workout snack were perfect for getting some weight lifting done.

"Finally," he sighed, listening to his stomach gurgle around all the hunks, "Relative peace and quiet."

#! vore #! 🍒 answers #! 🍒 writes #! OC Oliver #pred on pred #he's a menace and does this a lot #not like gym bros have a lot of fat that'll stick to him yk

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downwiththeficness · 1 year ago

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Eleven

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

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Eva watched the front of the apartment building from a cafe across the street. She sipped at her third cup of coffee and wished she wasn’t so bored. Four hours of sitting there and he still hadn’t come out.

Two weeks Eva had been following him—on the days that she didn’t have a packed schedule and she thought Josh wouldn’t notice. He went for a run in the morning, came home, cleaned up. Sometimes, he would meet Javier and they would talk. Eva never had the courage to get close enough to hear what they were saying, but it looked serious.

Javier did a lot of head shaking and Diego spent a long time trying to convince him. Eventually, Javier would relent, slam down the rest of whatever he was drinking, and walk out looking angry. Diego would sometimes follow and sometimes he continued to sit at the table, thinking hard.

Movement at the apartment entrance drew her out of her thoughts. Eva watched as Diego descended the steps with a quick, confident stride. He bypassed his car, moving down the street. Throwing down some cash, Eva got up to follow him.

Three blocks he walked. Eva trailed him, glad that she’d worn sneakers. He seemed to be heading somewhere in particular, but she couldn’t think where. All the little cafes he usually frequented were in the other direction.

Four more blocks.

Diego ducked into the doorway of a place that could barely be called a restaurant. Eva edged up to the window and peered after him as he passed the empty counter and made his way to the back. She hesitated, knowing that she couldn’t follow him and remain hidden. Casting her eyes about, she looked for an answer.

To her left was an alley. It stank of leftover trash, but she could see that it went all the way to the back of the building. With no other course of action, Eva squared her shoulders and walked forward.

One hand on the brick wall, the other clutching the strap of her purse, Eva slowed near the back end of the narrow passage. Craning her neck, Eva eased around the corner and dropped to a crouch. She waddled along until she sat beneath an open window.

Eva stared into the middle distance as she listened to the owner bitch about having meetings in his kitchen. She could hear the slice of a knife through something dense, like onions. Diego’s smooth persuasion followed, assurances and the promise of money so that they could get the air conditioning fixed.

Another voice joined them, and another. Eva tried to place them, but they were unfamiliar to her. Greetings and the slap of flesh that had to be an enthusiastic handshake were interspersed with the sound of something frying in a hot pan. Eva adjusted her stance, trying to quell the beat of her heart so that she could hear.

A lighter flicked. Another voice. Javier. Conversation drifting from Spanish to English.

“Where are we?” One of the unfamiliar voices asked briskly.

“Had to pull back on the second phase of the deal,” Diego answered, “Target was getting suspicious.” There was a pause, “Got a look inside the factory, though. Top of the line equipment.”

Sweat dropped down the back of her neck. Eva swiped at it, trying to pull together what she was hearing with what she already knew. Was this Diego’s boss? He sounded American, no hint of accent—not even a slow Southern drawl. What was a Yank doing meddling this far south?

“Three more like it,” Javier offered. “We’ll try to get you pictures.”

Eva’s heart stuttered. They didn’t need pictures to know that Ardent could manufacture the drugs. Pictures meant they needed to know what the place looked like on the inside. Needing to know what the place looked like on the inside could mean a lot of things, but Eva was willing to bet they wanted to know how to get in and, most importantly, how to get out again.

Diego wanted to rob them. He wanted them to make the drug, get it ready for shipment, and then run off with it into the night. A very fucking stupid move. Josh would send Alexei after him and he’d end up in Josh’s lab.

“What about the wife?”

“What about her?”

Eva’s ears perked up, her eyes lifting to the window as if it would make her hear the conversation any better.

“You said she was angry.”

“She is.”

There was a hard edge to those two words. She could almost see Diego looking down his nose at the other man.

“And?”

Squinting, Eva lifted up as far as she thought was safe. Her thighs protested the position, but she didn’t care. She needed to know what he would say about her, which apparently wasn’t much. His silence was somehow reassuring and frustrating at the same time.

The man who might be Diego’s boss prompted, “Can we use her?”

“No.”

A soft breath left her. Eva dropped back down into a squat and wiped seat from her brow. Her pride refused to think about the relief she felt at Diego’s response.

“We are short on time,” Javier asserted, “Capitán.”

“He’s right, Carrillo. The feds expect an arrest. We didn’t bring you all the way to America so that you could fuck this up.”

Eva mouthed the word, ‘feds’, silently. Her confusion mounted as she tried to figure out what the feds had to do with a robbery.

“They will get an arrest,” Diego—Carrillo?—said, with conviction. “But, we’re not getting anywhere with his wife. She’s too smart for that.”

She preened a little bit with compliment.

“She’s an omega.”

“That doesn’t make her gullible.”

“She’s just as much in on it as the doctor. Get her on our team. Convince her to testify. Maybe it will be enough to keep her out of a jail cell.”

There was the sound of shuffling steps followed by water being poured into a pot. Eva listened, wondering if that was the end of it. She hoped so. Sweating and confused, she waddled out from beneath the window and stood, shaking out her aching legs.

“Why not use the woman?” Javier asked.

Eva froze, barely breathing, waiting for the response.

“Because Zero will kill her. And, I think she knows that.”

Zero?

“You’re too close to this and I think you know it.”

“I’m fine,” Diego-slash-Carrillo shot back, “We’ll get him another way.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

There was a long pause, then, “While we’re here, we should eat. I’m starving.”

She couldn’t listen any more. Eva had heard more than enough and she needed to get out of there before someone caught her. Scurrying along, she went back the way she came, pausing near the mouth of the alley to make sure she wouldn’t run into anyone who might recognize her. Then, she turned left and hauled ass to her car.

Her roiling feelings tumbled around inside as she barreled down the highway. Eva slowed for a stop light, the turn for her neighborhood looming ahead. She gripped the wheel and guided the car in another direction.

Eva couldn’t go home. Not yet. Josh’s meeting ended in less than an hour and she didn’t know that she would have herself together by then. Her entire world felt like it was sliding around, butter on a hot plate.

There were more questions than answers.

Diego was not who he said he was. Neither was Javier.

The federal government wanted Josh arrested.

They wanted pictures of the factories.

He thought she was smart.

She shook her head hard to clear it. Eva couldn’t afford to let her feelings mingle with her logic. She needed to make decisions with a level head.

Eva pulled the car into the parking lot of the library, not knowing where else she could go that wouldn’t expect her to make a purchase or place an order. Sitting there, Eva chewed on her thumbnail and made herself think.

They were in trouble.

Deep, deep trouble.

If the feds were ready to arrest, it meant they had enough evidence that they felt they could charge Josh with something. It also meant that they could charge Eva with something. Diego—whoever he was—made the deal with Josh to set him up so that he could arrest him for… there were several options on the table. Drug trafficking being the least of them.

Diego was, therefore, a cop. Undercover. Working a case. A case that made Eva a target. All of their interactions took another shine, illuminated by the knowledge that he’d been lying to her the whole time.

Fucking asshole.

Hot tears welled up and Eva didn’t have the strength to push them down. She’d been so stupid. So, so stupid. She’d almost let him in, let him break apart her life, let him throw her in a cell.

Almost.

Eva’s shame swelled into righteous anger. Anger at him. Anger at herself. It burned through her, a familiar weight that anchored her once more to the earth. Eva couldn’t afford to be hasty about this. There was now so much more at stake than her marriage or her need to run. One misstep and Eva would lose what little freedom she had entirely, possibly for the rest of her life.

Sniffing, she wiped her face and put the car in reverse. She backed out of the parking spot and pulled out of the lot onto the road. Her plan was the same—get the money, get out. Nothing had to change. Not really. She just had to move a little faster, now.

By the time she got to the house, Eva had picked up the shattered pieces of her emotions and put them back together. She walked inside, pausing as Alexei hustled around the corner from the direction of the kitchen.

“Birdie,” he greeted, “come with me. I have news.”

She flinched, watched his back as he strode towards The Lounge. There was no way he could possibly know—Eva, herself, had just found out. She took a steadying breath and followed, hoping that Alexei would not be able to see the way she was holding onto her sense of calm by her fingertips.

Josh was waiting for them, filling a glass with bourbon, “Where have you been?”

Eva’s step slowed, “The library. I had to return a book.”

He glared at her, then looked to Alexei, “Did you find it?”

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Josh yelled, “It can’t have disappeared into thin air. It had to go somewhere.”

Eva folded her hands in front of her, trying to catch up. Josh was fairly vibrating with restrained anger and Alexei’s face was spotted with red. She looked closer. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. There was red caked beneath his fingernails.

“What’s going on?”

Josh glared at her again, “We lost the shipment.”

“Which shipment?”

He drank deeply, “The pills. The new batch. The ones we were supposed to send West.”

Eva’s jaw clenched on a single question. Had they already been caught?

Alexei held up both hands, “I have a lead on it.”

Josh pointed a finger at his friend, “This happened on your watch.”

Calmly, Alexei replied, “It did. And, I think I know where to find it. I just need time.”

Turning away, Josh paced towards the sliding doors, staring out towards the pool. Eva felt at a loss. Part of her wanted to tell them about what she’d heard and part of her wanted to keep it secret. Eva couldn’t trust them with this knowledge.

Eva couldn’t trust anyone.

“Birdie?”

She looked at Alexei.

“I need your eyes.”

He sat her down at the kitchen table with a map, a route schedule, and a list of people. Eva listened to him go over it, point by point. And then she listened again. He was patient with her, which was a surprise. If the shoe had been on the other foot, Eva would be demanding answers, demanding action. But, Alexei just sat next to her, pouring vodka from a bottle and giving her every detail he could.

“So, what happened?” Alexei asked.

Eva thought about it, “We used our own people for this? Every part of it?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

She sighed, “Then, someone’s been bribed. Or blackmailed. Or…” she hesitated, wondering if someone had been turned.

Alexei peered at her, “Or?”

“Threatened,” Eva finished quickly. “Someone isn’t with us anymore.”

He stared at the list of names he’d been writing down, “That’s the same conclusion I came to.”

She touched her brow, “You said you had a lead.”

“I do.”

“Who?”

Tossing back the last of his drink, Alexei tapped the paper, “I’ve narrowed it down to four.”

Eva’s brows quirked, “We’ll, that’s certainly a manageable number.”

Alexei was silent for a moment, “What do we do with them?”

She leaned away, “Isn’t that kind of your territory?”

He laughed, “Yours, too. If you’ll remember…”

Eva grit her teeth against the memory of Dr. Martin, “Only because Josh wanted me to go with you.”

Pouring another drink, Alexei made a low, amused noise, “Yes, he did.” He cast her a knowing look, “Want to know why?”

“Not really.”

Eva had been aiming for droll, but her voice came out thin and reedy. She felt more and more like Alexei was playing with her, a cat tossing around a mouse before devouring it.

“Too bad,” Alexei leaned forward, “He sent you with me to break you.”

She was silent, unwilling to provide any other response than the sound of her breathing.

“And it didn’t,” he continued, laughing. “Our scared little bird came out of the other end whole. It was fucking hilarious, let me tell you. To see him so frustrated by you.”

Eva started to rise, “Okay, I’m done. I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

Alexei’s hand shot out, grasping her wrist hard, “Too bad. You’re in the game whether you like it or not—you have been in the game since you met your husband in that god-forsaken church. You need to grow up and accept it.”

Jerking her arm away, Eva hurried from the dining room and sprinted up the stairs. She flew into her room and slammed the door behind her.

She hated him. She hated the both of them. It wasn’t enough to strike her down, to shame her, to make her feel tiny and terrified. They wanted to break her down, fracture everything she was—and, for what? So that she couldn’t fight back?

Overwhelmed, Eva marched into her closet and closed herself in. She sat on the floor and heaved ugly breaths that seared her lungs. It took a long time for her vision to focus again and, when it did, she could only see the small duffel hidden at the back.

Shuffling over to it, she slowly pulled the zipper open. Hands clenched in the fabric, Eva held it up to her face, inhaling.

Tobacco. Vetiver. Alpha.

Eva set it down as she renewed a decision she already made.

She was going to get control of this situation. She was going to get control and she was going to get out of it.

#Shadow and Veil #Narcos #Horacio Carrillo #carrillo #Au #maurice compte #A/B/O dynamics

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empressofthesunwriter · 2 years ago

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To Belong

She was the weird foreign girl, he was the most useless Viking in the history of Berk. Together they were just Leandra and Hiccup. Two best friends who searched for their place in the world. Would their search for it unite or separate them?

Chapter 1

Transfixed a young maiden with long wavy black hair stared out the window. She was in her room and could hear with clarity the battle cries of her neighbors and the screams of the dragons.

Just a normal night on Berk.

Was it absurd that she envies the dragons? Most people saw them as nuisances, but she wanted to fly like them.

Just away from Berk.

Away from a life she didn’t choose but had to live it. She sighed and put a bit of hair behind her ear.

Wallow in her misery wouldn’t help anyone, she needed to get out and do her job.

Gothi was counting on her.

It just was one of these nights where anything seemed too much.

She wonders sometimes if her best friend felt this hole in his chest too. He may be a born Viking, yet it was clear that in the eyes of the people of Berk and his own father, he was no Viking material.

They put him in the same spot as her the “weird foreign girl”.

A knock is heard on her room door and her stepmother, Sigrùn Jonnson, enters her sanctuary from the world.

Under her big belly with her future half-sibling in it, even the proud Viking woman has to gasp for air.

“You should rest.”, she says to her stepmother, before she can talk.

“And you should be out helping Gothi with the wounded, Leandra.”, reminds her Sigrùn.

“I was on my way.”

Not believing it the red-haired woman raises one eyebrow.

“Really? It looks more like you are daydreaming. I swerve to Odin Stoick’s boy has you infected with it.”

Angry Leandra stands up from her windowsill and grips her pouch, with her ointments and healing herbs in it, slinging it over her shoulder.

“We don’t talk about Hiccup! We only seem always to fight when he comes up and frankly it’s my free right to be friends with whom I want to be, comprender.”, she hisses.

Sigrùr raises her hands in a way to pacify her stepdaughter.

“All right, all right. I won’t say a thing. I will go back to bed, your brother is confusing my stomach for a ball. Don’t forget to greet your father.”

With that Sigrùr waddles away.

“It could be a girl.”, Leandra grumbles after her.

She doesn’t know if she was heard, but it was important to her to say this. Leandra knows how much her parents want a perfect Viking boy and not another little Spanish senorita like her from her father’s first marriage.

It all just sucks.

The black-haired girl goes down the stairs and sees her father stirring the fire in their fireplace.

“Papi.”, she calls over to him, already reaching for the door. “I’m off to help Gothi.”

“Hasta luego mi amor! And be careful out there.”

“Si!”

With that, she steps out and has to dodge already a Gronkel.

Ah yes, nothing better to start her work day!

“I’m sorry, really!”, Leandra whines at the old Viking woman and can barely dodge her walking stick.

Gothi shakes her head, scribbling down on the ground.

“That’s a bit mean, I know I should be here earlier, I was just distracted.”

More scribbles.

“No, Hiccup, hasn’t anything to do with it. It’s just one of these days.”

The old woman gives her a pitiful look and writes down.

“Yeah, you are right. It’s tough for me to find my place here.”, the black-haired girl signs. “But I like helping you, Gothi.”

She gets just a nod as answers and Gothi points out at the fighting Vikings.

“Yes, I will see if someone needs healing.”

With that Leandra runs into the fry, careful not to crash into a dragon, looking for Vikings who need healing and ones she needs to send to Gothi.

She may be "the weird foreigner", but her dear neighbors respect and trust in the healing wisdom she learned from Gothi.

The black-haired girl is handing out burn ointment to a few of the men when she sees Mister Svenson holding his right arm tight to his chest.

A quick check on it’s clear that it is broken.

“Mister Svenson, please wait here for me. I will stabilize the arm before you can go to Gothi.”, she asks him.

“All right, lass.”

With that, she runs to the blacksmith stall and calls out: “Gobber, Hiccup, I need some iron poles!”

It’s Gobber who greets her, hammering away on an anvil.

“Evening lass, full out on helping the men I see.”

She grins and waves at him. Leandra always liked Gobber. Since she can remember he had treated her just like a normal child, never making her feel like an outcast on Berk.

Speaking of outcasted, there was the second one of Berk and her dearest and best friend.

Hiccup has the poles she asked for in his hands, handing them to her.

“Here you are, Lee.”

“Thanks, Hic!”

The girl with black wavy hair and tan is my only and best friend Leandra. She is a year older than me and comes originally from a place called Spain. But since her father and she stranded on Berk 10 years ago and her dad fell in love with one of the village women they live here. She is like me on outcast since she isn’t a Viking, but she manages to become our village elder apprentice. Once I asked her if she wanted to be a healer in the future and she just told me she is doing this job so she doesn’t die of boredom. Yeah, Lee, isn’t the biggest fan of Berk. I hear her often mumbling about how she wants to go back to Spain to her grandmother.

“All good with you?”, Leandra asks her best friend.

She knows how much he wants to be out there like the other teenagers and help out the grown-ups, but since he is so accident-prone he was basically banished into the blacksmith stall.

“Yeah, all good.”, he answers her.

“And about your little, you know.”, she pointedly looks in the direction of his new invention.

He gives her a small grin.

“Seems to be ready.”

Leandra nods.

“All right, if I get the chance I will join you in your plan, but to be on the save side, good luck, Hic.”

“Thanks, Lee!”

With a last wave, Leandra makes her way to Mister Svenson.

It’s really dumb luck that Leandra is near the blacksmith stall when she sees Hiccup racing out of it with his invention.

She was currently handing out again burnt ointment and nearly throws it in the face of Mrs. Ingerson.

“Here you go. Gotta go to Gothi, I’m all out!”, she lies and ignores the calls for her.

Her best friend needs her moral support!

She finds him on a cliff overlooking the smoking catapult, thanks to the dragon Hiccup so much wants to kill.

“Hiccup, I’m here!”

He turns happily smiling at her.

“Perfect, timing, Lee. Help me set it up?”

“You need to ask?”

Together the two teenagers crank several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of his contraption. He drops a bola onto a chamber and then pivots the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky.

Leandra steps back and listens, just like Hiccup for the familiar screech of the Night Furry, while she has her hands in a prayer position.

She hopes the Lord has mercy on Hiccp and gives him this change.

Hiccup’s eye is pressed to the scope, hand poised on the trigger.

They hear the Night Fury approaching and Hiccup turns his aim to the defense tower.

It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night.

“Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at.”, mutters Hiccup to himself.

Leandra, still praying, mutters too: “Please my Lord, he needs it, please let him shoot it down!”

Boom! The tower topples. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second.

Hiccup pulls the trigger.

The flexed arms snap forward, springing the weapon off the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, followed by a whack and a screech.

Even if she prayed for it, Leandra can’t help it and her chin meets the floor.

Hiccup did it!

“Hic! You did it!”, she yells happily and hugs him from behind.

He is like a statue, till he realizes what he did.

“Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it!”, he celebrates.

The boy turns around to hug his best friend better and the two jump around like two crazy kangaroos.

“Wuhu!”, shouts Leandra, so happy for Hiccup.

At least one of them would finally fit in!

“Did anybody see that?”, ask Hiccup exited.

It’s short-lived since when they turn around again the teenagers see a huge Monstrous Nightmare slithering up over the lip of the cliff.

“Except for you.”, Hiccup can’t help himself and deadpans at the dragon.

The black-haired girl grips his hands and drags him with her.

“Less talking, more running!”

“I know, I was just-“

“Hic, shut it and move these legs of yours!”

Both teens scream like children running through the Plaza, with the Nightmare fast on their heels.

Vikings scatter as Hiccup and Leandra dodge a near-fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them alight.

“I swerve to Holy Mary, Hiccup, if we survive this, I’m going to kick your ass!”, shrieks Leandra.

“What did I do?! I didn’t tell the dragon to follow us!”

The boy makes them duck behind the last standing brazier, the only shelter available.

The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around him.

The two best friends hug each other tight and Hiccup can hear how Leandra is praying to her god, eyes closed and shaking. He never wanted to risk his best friend’s life only to get the respect of his father and clan.

This so was not the plan!

But now it seemed that they both are toast.

With a gulp, Hiccup peers around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare.

He turns back to find it leering at him, blocking their escape.

It takes a deep breath.

The boy turns himself and Leandra so around that his back is to the Nightmare and her to the brazier.

It was highly unlikely that they would survive the blast of the dragon, but if his maneuver could protect Lee even just a little bit, he would die happier.

Suddenly, Stoick leaps between them, tackling the Nightmare to the ground. They tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up smoke.

“You're all out.”, informs Stoick the dragon.

He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears.

Winded, Stoick turns to Hiccup and Leandra.

The girl has tear streaks going down her tan face, gripping the tunic of his son tight, while Hiccup hugs her too and pets her head to calm her down.

“Gracias a Dios!”, mumbles the girl relieved.

Stoick saved them from an early death!

That’s when the burnt brazier pole collapses, sending the massive iron basket crashing. It bounces down the hill, destroying as it goes and scattering the Vikings who were holding down the netted Nadders. The freed dragons escape with several sheep in tow.

Both Leandra and Hiccup made faces during the whole scene. It was kind of their fault.

“Sorry, dad.”

“I’m sorry, Mister Stoick.”

The escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches.

The raid is over.

The dragons have clearly won.

The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response.

“Okay, but I hit a Night Fury.”, says Hiccup sheepish.

For a moment Stoick ignores his son to look at the young maiden beside him. The girl is still shaking and didn’t stop crying.

He gives her a little head pat and calls out to her father: “Gustavo, get your daughter.”

Leandra can’t even look that fast, as her papi takes her in his arms and Stoick grips Hiccup by the back scruff of his collar and hauls him away, fuming with embarrassment.

The girl knows what is going to happen and wants to step out of the embrace of her father, but he hugs her tighter.

“No mi amor you stay put, I nearly lost you, let your papi hold you.”

“B-But-“

“No, but!”

Meanwhile, Hiccup tries to talk to his father: “It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it—“

“STOP! Just....stop.”, say’s Stoick.

He releases Hiccup. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly. Leandra bites her lips. This will not end well for her best friend.

“Every time you step outside, disaster follows.”, Stoick nearly growls to his son. “Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!”

Hiccup looks around. All eyes are upon him. Only Leandra’s eyes are friendly and worried for him. She is still crying.

Damn, he hates to make her cry.

Maybe that’s why he jokingly says: “Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?”

A few rotund Vikings stir self-consciously. The black-haired girl can’t help to crack a smile.

“This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?”

“Mister Stoick.”, calls Leandra out and sniffs her last tears away. “Please, Hiccup didn’t lie. I was with him when he shout down the Night Furry.”

“You are a good lass, Leandra, but this is between me and my son.”, reprimand her the chief.

Before she can say more her father commands practically: “Suficiente Leandra!”

So she shuts up and looks at the ground frowning.

“I can't stop myself.”, speaks Hiccup up and hopes so to get the nasty looks away from Leandra. She didn’t deserve them. She just helped him and was now probably scarred for life. “I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad.”

“You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them.”

Autsch, this hurts!

Leandra looks at her best friend sad, while the other Vikings agree with Stoick.

“Get back to the house.”, wants Stoick from his son.

Gobber comes up and gives Hiccup a little slap on the back of his head.

“Make sure he gets there.”, Stoick tells Gobber. “I have his mess to clean up.”

Leandra wants to follow them, but her papi takes hold of her hand and leads them to their house.

“That was enough excitement for a night, young lady. We are going home!”

The black-haired maiden signs.

Oh, she will hear on earful when Sigrùr hears about all this.

Yeah!

Dictionary:

Comprender…. Understand

Papi….Dad

Hasta luego mi amor…. See you later my love

Gracias a Dios….Thank god

Suficiente Leandra….Enough Leandra

I don’t speak Spanish, so I used old google translator for it I hope it’s right!

#how to train your dragon #httyd fanfiction #httyd 1 #hiccup haddock #toothless #ocs #astrid #tuffnut #ruffnut #fishlegs #snotlout #stoick the vast #gobber the belch #HTTYD FF: To Belong

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