#man i home some headcanon for this ship

[lazy30]

You're not "him" and you're never be "him"

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

It just bugs me when the fandom treats Tails as a baby who has sonic as his daddy. Tails may be younger than sonic, but that doesn't make him a helpless diaper baby that needs sonic to wipe his ass. Tails was living on his own even before he met sonic..he has multiple workshops and creates glorious inventions and kicks badniks ass.

So sick of the infantilization of Tails.

I don't have much to say other than

100%

I'm not really broken up about people making fanon aus or whatever. But the amount of times there's like a new Tailstube or whatever and someone goes "OMG see! This is the proof that Tails is a 5 year old baby boy that Sonic is actively teaching to read and is practically parenting! All sega needs to do now is make him stay home and go to school and act more like Sonic's kid brother!!🥰" while Sonic and Tails are chilling in one of Tails multiple homes that Tails owns and allows Sonic to crash at

Or the amount of animations/comics that give him Cream's speech patterns, make him naive af and oblivious to "adult" things like *checks notes*...kissing(?), a gremlin baby child who can't stand losing games to Sonic, actively say "it's basically canon that Sonic actually owns Tails' shit", claim (incorrectly) that classic Tails was an infant child that Sonic picked up and started raising, etc, meanwhile everyone glazes up op talking about how so super canon that is and how that stuff basically canonically happened...

It's just kind of staggering. To me it could not be more clear of a case of people needing their fanon to be "basically canon" so they can feel like they're justified for liking it and so they can justify alienating people who don't share the same headcanons as their illusionary majority

[dootznbootz]

Since my OdyPen are likeminded in personality/views/behavior in many many ways, those "Ship meme questions" are pretty interesting for me.

Because yeah. Likeminded. Many of those questions have the same answer from both.

And in a way that's super fun for me because everything I write with my goobers, I always try to keep in mind that, at least in behavioral/personality, they would both react/behave the same.

Like, I know I focus a shitton on Penelope as I adore her and love exploring her character so so much but understand that Odysseus would do the exact same shit. Just as Odysseus in my one fic is taking care of her as she is sick from her own recklessness, she would (and will. Different circumstances but you know) do the same for him.

It's actually super fun (as much as it is frustrating too. I'll realize partway through an idea that it's actually OOC and that I got too excited lol) to keep in mind while writing/creating. It keeps me on track :3

[madamechrissy]

Emperor! Gojo chap one preview

preview of the fic based on the Emperor! Gojo headcanons!

Fic is here

pairings- emperor! Gojo x reader

warnings- heavy heavy angst and past loves, hurt eventual comfort, story will be smutty and messy ofc, this is gonna be a long ass story lol I lied abt 4 parts

The pretty, intricate tea cup swirls with amber liquid, you’re gently spinning your little gold spoon in it, as you wonder at the time. It’s your second cup of tea, as you wait for him - your husband to be, the Emperor Gojo. You don’t know anything about him aside from tales of his military exploits, and you have heard he’s very young still. Some say he’s handsome, but you can’t say you care.

The memories of the love you left, the family you left behind, to now be surrounded by strangers, was brutal, lingering pain mixing with the terror of being in a new country. You are trying to understand their customs, their cultures, luckily you know their language, but you miss your home terribly. You miss feeling safe in the castle you grew up in.

Mostly, you miss him - your guard, the man you’d just finally started to kiss, he’d started to explore your body when you two had the briefest of moments. You thought you’d run away with him, only to be dragged here, without a chance to do more than leave him a letter of farewell, and now you’re waiting for a man for - it must have been an hour - sipping on your third cup of tea.

Everything is immaculate in this place, your chambers, the pavilion itself, covered in blues and whites, the colors of the Gojo family. You were greeted friendly enough, shown your new ladies in waiting, as yours were not allowed to come, the palace itself was under constant high security. They didn’t welcome outsiders, and you can tell they don’t welcome you.

Having been whispered about, talked about as you walked through the lively pavilions, passing many workers and ladies who bow to you, before whispering behind your back. It’s as if everyone smiles to your face, then starts gossiping - and god do you hear all of it, even now, the three ladies standing behind you murmur to each other behind their fans.

He’s an hour late, he’s not coming!

What an insult… he’s probably with his favorite concubine!

Concubine Lola, it must be.

What if we worked for her - her pavilion-

“Could you all please stop?” Your words have the three girls gasping, you don’t even look back at them, tracing your fingers along the pretty rose patterns of your tea cup, of the little dish under it. You scoop some of the honey in a little dish, watching it roll gently into the tea, still steaming up with puffs of condensation.

They quiet down, or their whispers are quieter you should say, as you sit there in your immaculate gowns, the highest of fashion. You were done up with make up, your hair piled high in the latest fashion with the prettiest blue pin that had been bestowed upon you from him - from Gojo - through a servant of his.

Yet, here you are, alone.

Your mind drifts as you wait, as you eye the elaborate tarts that the cook has whipped up, sitting there untouched, your tummy hurting from the nausea rolling over you in waves. How could you just leave Suguru behind? Did he get your letter? He always knew there wasn’t much hope, but you were the one littered with wild ideas, the hopeful one.

He kissed your neck the last time you saw him, toying with you under your skirts - the style back home was many voluminous ones, and he had no problem finding your clit under them. He’d drank in your quiet little whimpers as his violet eyes looked down at you, his other hand at the nape of your neck when you’d said it - I love you.

He had kissed you quiet, having you cum for the first time, the memories make you heat up and blush. You’d both had to separate, and that’s the night you found out you had to leave your home forever. Not just another territory or land, no - an entire country, a five day trip on ship and two days on land to get here. A man who clearly has no interest to even show up.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman with long white locks comes in, smiling kindly at you, she has brilliant blue eyes - so blue they’re enchanting. You quickly recover your thoughts, standing as well, palms just a little sweaty as you bow your head, and she does as well, decked in the color blue, her hair falling just a bit in front of a beautiful face.

“Former Empress Gojo,” she greets then, she comes over to kindly take your hands, you smile nervously. “I’m so sorry, my son is… occupied… and will not make the meeting.”

“Oh, I see,” you are seething - can he not walk a few steps to greet you after the week it took? But you hold it all in, keeping your composure and smiling, as her ladies whisper behind her to your ladies - god the court is gossipy. “Is he well, your majesty?”

“Don’t be so formal, I’ll be your mother in law soon.” She kindly smiles, but you hear the whispers.

He’s with all of them?

At once? Scandalous!

Do they get along that well?

“Ladies,” his mother chides them, like a sweet mother duck, and they instantly quiet, she looks at you, tilting her head. “You are most beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you Lady Gojo.” You bow your head again.

“And such manners, you’ll do well.” You wish her words made you feel better, but they don’t.

You just want to fucking go home.

[jellymochii]

Stray Kids - Valentine's Day Headcanons

ᡣ𐭩 pairings: OT8 SKZ x fem!Reader

ᡣ𐭩 genre: fluff, smut

ᡣ𐭩 wc: 1.5k

ᡣ𐭩 cw: smut, dacryphilia, oral, mentions of bondage/d!ldos, dry humping, unprotected s3x (pls don't unless you want STD's for Valentine's Day)

↪author's note: hello! sorry I've been gone so long and not finished my NingNing fic, but to make it up to you I've whipped this up. happy Valentine's Day and hope you enjoy!

**THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED**

ᡣ𐭩Chan

His dad always taught him to be a classy man–and so he's gonna make sure you're well taken care of for such a special day.

He bought you that long red dress you've been eyeballing for a while and adorned you with shiny pearled jewelry. (And a giant bouquet of flowers)

He takes you to the most high end restaurant in the city (which took 6 months reservation in advance) with a staff member dressed all nice like a chauffeur.

Expensive steaks, lobster tail, or even chicken nuggets. Whatever you want, he'll get you.

Lots of food in your belly to prepare for…y'know, the baby he's about to put in you.

What, like he wasn't gonna fill you to the brim with cum after you looked this good for him?

It's almost as if he knew that you were planning on skipping your birth control that day in the hopes you'd finally get to be filled.

Oh and you're up for hours, he's not stopping until your poor cunt is leaking with all his babies, and he'll get a few more loads in just to make sure it stays put in your cervix.

“C'mon baby, you don't want anything leaking out d'ya? Right, now stay still and let daddy give you that baby you wanted~.”

There's nothing more romantic to both of you than being given a cute little symbol of your love in 9 months.

ᡣ𐭩Minho

The bad news is that he did not, infact, get the day off work. There's lots of love he has to send to STAY before he can get home to you.

The good news is that now that Idol Minho is off work, Chef Minho has arrived!

He always keeps your favorite dish in the back of his mind and he knows you've been begging him to make it these past few weeks, but he wanted to save it today to make it extra special.

You'll smell it from a mile away, but as soon as you walk in the dining table is lit with candles and a big flower centerpiece to top it off.

Looks at you with so much love as you absolutely devour your plate like a wild tiger.

Speaking of absolutely devouring

Normally you and Minho have a strict dom/sub relationship with him asserting and taking control.

But today he just wants to show you that despite all the harsh punishments he has to give you, you're still the love of his life.

And that includes devouring your cunt for hours.

“Mmmh, my precious little pussy. You're this wet just for me?”

ᡣ𐭩Changbin

CRUISE TIME BABYYYYY

No but fr he wasn't sure what to do and even asked Chaeryeong what kind of stuff girls like.

Eventually he settled on taking the week off and spending time with you by the seaside, providing both a relaxing and loving vacation.

You two get to explore some cute islands and eat feasts of chocolate alongside a paradise of other loving couples.

And sometimes you'll spend alone time too! He'll work out at the cruise gym while you relax by the poolside soaking up the island sun.

Oh and it's a good thing it's a honeymoon cruise (even if you two aren't married)

God bless whoever decided to make all the rooms on the ship soundproof because you're definitely gonna need it while he's rearranging your guts.

But let's be honest, the whole ship can still hear your strangled moans and the plap plap plap sounds coming from your room.

“Anngh, yeobo, you're so tight, I love this pussy.”

At least you can tell your kids they were created by the sea.

ᡣ𐭩Hyunjin

You can expect nothing but the sweetest from your lover boy.

He had Versace create a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers in a beautiful signature gold wrap.

His first thought on a date was doing the painting swap challenge from tiktok and seeing what the two of you could create.

There's paint on both of your noses by the end and kkami with an accidental blue spot on his fur from the crossfire of your paint war.

He tried to salvage your original drawing to no avail, but he still insists that he thinks it's perfect because it came from you.

His next surprise was a custom mold of his cock for you to play with whenever he was away on tour, but he insists on trying it on you first for “Quality Assurance” as he calls it.

It feels almost exactly like the real thing and reaches into your favorite spots exactly like his.

With his new ability to use the dildo AND his mouth simultaneously, you cum so many times that you're brain dead.

“You're so gorgeous, my angel. You look so pretty cumming on my cock–God, I love you so much.”

And he may have snapped a few photos of you like this to help him when he's not there next to you.

ᡣ𐭩Han

Have you ever dreamed of having a whole mixtape/album come out all about you?

Cause Jisung's got you covered

He'll have a whole listening party with some of his friends as you sit there trying not to cry from how sweet he is.

You can't stop kissing him and adoring him the rest of the night, it's like your wildest dreams have come true.

How could you not reward such a good boy?

Oh you both are getting the NASTIEST sex tonight.

Dildos, cuffs, chains–every toy gets brought in out of desperation.

You're both just so desperate to fuck eachother before you even leave that he's pressed up against you on the subway humping your ass like a dog.

“Mmmph, please! I-I need more!.”

You're in for a long night of multiple orgasms from both of you.

ᡣ𐭩Felix

You've been eyeballing the amusement park 2 towns over for a while now, and what better time to take you than now?

The illuminating fair lights turned pink for the special day makes you both giddy.

The first stop is obviously the Rollercoaster, you're having the time of your life while Felix is fighting off demons trying not to pass out.

Then you'll get to go on the new pink ferris wheel and give your lover a kiss at the top.

Alongside buying you all the fair food you can eat, he spots a pair of gold rings from a vendor that he just HAS to buy you.

After coming back from buying them and watching you struggle on the shooting game for a giant teddy bear, he steps in and uses his gamer experience to win it for you!

And he's gonna make you hump it for him as soon as you get home.

Don't worry, he'll fuck you eventually, but watching you desperately get off on the fluffy fabric while staring at him with teary puppy eyes makes his dick throb.

“Fuck you look so sexy like that. Keep going so I can cum on your pretty face, mkay?”

ᡣ𐭩Seungmin

Since your first date was at the vintage arcade down the street, he decided to bring you right back to where it all started.

Life's been a total dream since you two started dating, but you're reminded in times like these why he's such a tease.

He'll never let you forget how much better he is at video games than you are, especially Guitar Hero and the OG Sonic.

You're also getting your ass whooped at Dance Dance Revolution too.

He'll let you win at 1 or 2 games though just so you don't pout at him later.

You know what his favorite game is though?

Edging you, duh.

You swear you have no idea where he learned to use his fingers so skillfully. He's throat deep in your pussy while his fingers twist your nipples to perfection.

“Why are you squirming away? I thought you loved it when I broke you down jagi.”

And you do, there's no better gift you could've gotten today than being nothing more than a brain dead fuckdoll for your sweet boyfriend.

ᡣ𐭩Jeongin

You guys are still fairly new to your relationship and it's your first Valentine's Day.

So he wants to make it as perfect as possible. He asks Chris and the rest of the boys what kind of stuff he should do for you and tries to pack it all together in one night.

Unfortunately for him the place he wanted to take you caught on fire, the flowers got delivered to the wrong address, and the ring he ordered you was smaller than what he wanted.

The poor boy can't even look you in the eye as he’s telling you all of this, but you reassure him that none of the material stuff matters–as long as he’s by your side.

The two of you settle for takeout and a movie at your place with lots of cuddles and kisses.

There was still a chance for him to have one thing he planned go his way though.

While the two of you have dealt in the occasional oral/fingering, he wanted to overcome his fear of intimacy and actually have sex with you.

Thankfully all his wildest dreams came true the moment he slipped into you and was immediately sent straight into Heaven.

“F-fuuuuck, you’re everything–so beautiful, perfect and tight.”

Even if Valentine's Day didn't go the way he originally wanted, he wouldn't ask for anything else–bring inside of you and feeling your love was all he needed.

[lydscare]

with odysseus post-epic headcanons

warnings/notes: trauma recovery, ptsd, ody is hurting, survivor’s guilt, angst/comfort themes

a/n: if my future husband is not an exact odysseus replica then i don't want him /jk /srs, art is from @//wolfythewitch

reader is written as female / masterlist

when odysseus first came back to you and telemachus from his travels, you instantly recognized that his voyage had left scars

despite your heartfelt reunion and reassurance that you still loved him and would always love him, odysseus would at times be hesitant with you

he’d glance at your face before taking your hand or would softly ask you if you were “sure you wanted this?” if he was to initiate any form of intimacy 

but honestly, it only takes a couple of times of you reminding him that you love him for him to get over his insecuruites (well most of them but shhh, that’s later)

he spends TONS of time with telemachus when he gets back. playing discus or just walking round the gardens with him. he tries to catch up on everything that he’s missed in his young boy’s life even though that in itself is impossible. ody and tele would bond over training together tons before you’d call them inside for dinner time. he just wants to be a good dad and make it up to telemachus for not being able to be with him during his childhood years y’know 😭 it’s very healing for you to watch the two men you love most in life finally be able to actually talk and laugh together

although odysseus does spend a lot of time with telemachus, he spends even more time with you. he has cancelled meetings because, c’mon, he just got back home, he needs more wife time before he can go back to being all high-and-mighty king of ithaca (he used to do this all the time when you two had just gotten married :')). he’s honestly just so so happy and grateful to be able to be back home in your arms

before troy, before the gods had decided that odysseus’ life was worth interfering with, he would always be touching you. he’d wrap his arms around your waist and place a shameless kiss to your cheek, taking in your pretty giggles with pride. and you’re able to see a bit of that man come back to you piece by piece

but right when you first felt like everything was going to be able to go back to normal, was right when the night terrors started

because of how much trauma and violence odysseus went through (screw you olympians!!!), he still has quite a lot of recovery to do (here comes the psychology dumps)

odysseus gets so many nightmares and you cannot tell me otherwise

they have a wide range. sometimes he sees his men dying to poseidon all over again, sometimes its from the cyclops, sometimes he just sees polites. some nights he’ll see eurylochus’ look of betrayal right before zeus strikes his ship again and again and again. sometimes he sees his mother in the underworld or the infant.. 

the first time he had a nightmare you just didn’t know what to do. were you supposed to wake him up or just sit there until it passed? it was so hard for you to see him toss and turn, seeing his chest rise and fall rapidly and see him struggle to breath. yeah, you ended up waking him up during his first nightmare. which.. he could’ve had a worse reaction soo 🤷 that time you would at least consider it a win. you just had to hold him and comfort him and remind him over and over that he was home and no one was going to hurt him anymore. he was crying and choking while his head was buried into your stomach or neck as you played with his hair and stroked his back. you had hoped that you’d never have to see him like that again but OH BOY that was just the beginning 

the nightmares would get so bad to the point that odysseus for about a week would just refuse to fall asleep. sure he’d lay there in bed with you and snuggle but he refused to close his eyes, unbeknownst to you because you fell asleep so easily in his arms. you felt bad that whole week too because that was probably the best night’s sleep that you had gotten since he came back :((

this is how you came to know more about odysseus’ odyssey (heh, get it? i’ll shut up) he’d wake up panting and sweating so hard that he would just have to get the images out of his head by telling you. he feels so guilty for it. he doesn't want to use you as an outlet to listen to his traumas. but you love him and you’ll gladly listen to him tell you about his travels when the memories get too overwhelming

odysseus would be nervous at first to tell you about his nightmares, being that most of them are literally just flashbacks from his journey. he’d be scared to allow you into the darkest parts of his mind after so much time has passed between you two. he couldn’t bare the image of your beautiful features shifting into something akin to pain at the things that he’s witnessed or done. it would kill him. but he ends up putting his fears aside, so that he can grow closer to you and just get some of his trauma off of his chest

most times when he ends up ranting to you about all the events that he’d experienced when away from home tend to leave you a bit frazzled, but you always stay silent until he’s done speaking and provide comforting words of care and sympathy. it also doesn't always end up being a completely depressing time. often odysseus ends up losing his train of thought with the nightmare and ends up thinking about a rather fond memory of his trip instead, like a memory with his crew, or a funny moment with polites and eurylochus. those times are nice because although you know how much hurt he’s going through you can see odysseus’ lips tilt at recalling a rather fond recollection amidst the bloodshedy nightmare. it warms your heart, seeing that hidden smile on your beloved’s lips

ALSO ALSO, so this idea has been in my head for a bit and someone even animated it so i’mma write it down too 

he has been traumatized from circe and calypso’s advances (especially calypso’s) and they also haunt his nightmares. so there has 100% been times where odysseus has woken up to you and mistaken your morning touches for calypso. it’s so heartbreaking. he’ll instantly recoil at your touch and sleepily just tell you to “stop it”. then he eventually wakes up, probably scared and a bit out of it. he moves to the edge of the bed, keeping you at a distance until he calms down from his daze and he remembers that he’s not on calypso’s island anymore. he’ll proceed to sob and apologize over and over again. you hold him for the whole morning. those nightmares are the hardest for both of you. odysseus wants to be comforted by your touch but the memory of calypso’s advances always tend to come back to him at times when your touch comes off as unexpected to his body. you just feel awful for accidentally triggering him. 

the weird relationship odysseus has with your touch completely aggravates him. he just wants to be held by you, and he hates that his body sometimes just reacts harshly to your touch, whether that be in the form of a flinch or even a panic attack. you remind yourself to not take it personally. he isn’t flinching from you, his body just hasn’t had a decent enough time to be reassured that it won’t be hurt anymore (trauma is stored in the body, kids☝️🤓). you two definitely have long talks about it and navigate how best to approach touch with each other

he battles survivor’s guilt a lot, and it tends to rear its nasty head and hit him whenever he tries to indulge himself in too much quality time with you

the fact that he, the perceived monster that he was was able to be with his amazing wife again unlike the other men he had sacrificed at sea has made him feel restless when around you at times 

he swings back and forth between being joyful, touchy, and loving with you and “don’t come near me i’m so broken and you shouldn’t love me” (bros just like me on my period fr fr) 

there was one specific night where you two were going to sleep in your olive tree bed and he placed himself on the edge of the bed?? like he was hanging half off of it, almost as if he wasn’t deserving of your embrace. he still end up in your arms by the end of the night, (this is a case in which his body is fine with you touching him, obvs) but even then you could tell that he carried a sort of silent guilt when he’d allow your hands to caress his scalp and when your lips would lay soft kisses onto the top of his head. he shivered in your arms that night

he doesn't really talk to you directly about the reasoning for these instances of purposely stepping away from you or telemachus but if you squint and look more into it you probably would be able to connect the dots yourself. he doesn't really know how to explain it to you so, it’s more of an unsaid trauma thing

(dang, i’m just now realizing how depressing these hcs are, hold on a sec–) 

ANYWAYS, odysseus would love going out on walks with you. i could see him holding your hand in his and walking around the palace gardens in silence, just being happy to be back together with you

the STARING also. the STARING. (he is so whipped for you)

he would love doing little domestic things with you. baking, watching you sew, cuddling (whenever his body allows it). i feel like he’d actually really love baking with you in the royal kitchen. he’d be able to spend quality time with you while additionally being able to make something that’s not too overwhelming for him

when odysseus goes back to his more kingly duties, his courtiers and attendants all secretly groan cause they know that that means they’ll have to listen to their king talk about you half of the time again

also.. *ahem* you two are probably going to end up making telemachus a sibling–

aaaand yeah. odysseus has a lot of trauma 😃, but he’s still the man you love and adore. he’s just happy to be back with you and telemachus, and he knows that it will get better with you by his side

footnote: this man is never going on a boat again. sorry if you really like the sea or fishing, it is NOT happening–

[iguana-braces]

That sub!Jayce post really popped off, huh?

Ehehe okay here's my rambly thoughts about it (I'm literally sitting at work clocked out writing this instead of going home because THOUGHTS)

Building my theory off of this post:

And this one with all the examples of how Jayce's love language is clearly physical touch

*Disclaimer: there's a lot about season 2 that irked me in terms of plot and characterization so this is me retconning a little bit and picking and choosing what examples make the most cohesive argument. Like, in season one they're like "Jayce has this brotherly relationship with Caitlyn and him and Mel have this deep, meaningful relationship" and then season two was like "No more relationship building, it's time for trauma now" but, I digress*

First things first, he's a people pleaser. He does what he's told, clearly (against better judgment but like). And he's clearly committed to the people he cares about. HE BROUGHT VIKTOR BACK FROM THE DEAD (AND THEN KILLED HIM) AND THEN DIED WITH HIM AGAIN. You can't tell me that wouldn't translate to an "I'll do anything for you" attitude in the bedroom too.

I already did the bed gif but I also have to draw attention to the following:

Okay but season two, post-horrors!

Mr. Dopey Heart-Eyes McGee is NOT the one calling the shots here.

Season one Jayce? That man is whipped. One glance from his partner and he's on his knees like it's a religion. Whoever you ship him with! Mel, Viktor, both, a secret fourth option--

He spent an indeterminate amount of time alone, in the bottom of a pit. He's touch-starved but also! Traumatized!

Imagine, if you will, that he survives the astral plane. Imagine he goes to find Mel, or Viktor also survives, or imagine your own y/n, OC insert scenario here. Whatever floats your boat.

In such scenario, and in the aftermath of his self-awareness epiphany where he realizes that yeah, he's kinda been used (by everyone really), I think that in regards to any potential sexual relationship, he would have to become more dominant, more in control of the situation. Especially if it's with Mel, since he does pointedly blame her, or even Viktor, who has literally shaped the course of Jayce's entire life since he was a child. The man needs to set some boundaries with people and good for him.

So I think dominant, scruffy Jayce does have a time and a place.

However, I don't think he'd stay that way forever. It's kinda like him trying to be a politician-- it's a different role that he can pull off, but it doesn't fully scratch his itch.

BONUS HEADCANON: Wouldn't it be just so interesting if he survived the astral plane and goes back to whoever, and while he's looking for comfort and reassurance and all that physical contact he's been deprived of, he realizes that he really doesn't like people touching his head.

I hypothesize that in regards to canon relationships, Mel and/or Viktor, once they regain his trust and show that they're not trying to use him again, he's 100% going to be simping for them even worse than before. Like, that relationship would've gone through the fire and only come out stronger on the other side. You might even say it's been vulcanized.... 🤭

From the on, he can go back to letting his walls down around them and letting them be the dominant one because he knows there's solid trust and respect there now.

Feel free to agree or disagree 🤷‍♀️ also please feel free to tell me all your thots about this too!!!

He's got all this beautiful hair that needs to be tenderly pushed away from his eyes by a loving hand, but he's a little fucked up from the times Mannequin/Mage Viktor did that little murder mind meld.

Like, he put his head in Mel's lap TWICE, you know it would kill the man if he couldn't do that anymore because having someone's hands near his forehead is too reminiscent of... well, basically his death.

[neurotica-tales]

Yandere Zhongli Headcanon

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Up next: Yandere Neuvillette Headcanon, Yandere Kaeya Headcanon, The Contract of Stone (Yandere Zhongli x Reader)

To find my master list, click HERE.

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The love of a god is slow but absolute.

Zhongli is not a man who falls easily. He has seen nations rise and fall, countless lives flicker like candles and extinguish in an instant. So when you—a mere mortal—capture his attention, it is not a passing fancy. It is fate, carved into stone.

To hold his attention is to be etched into his very being, as permanent as the Geo element itself.

Now, Zhongli does not fall in love the way mortals do.

His affection does not strike like lightning or bloom like spring so there's no 'love at first sight' at all.

Instead, it seeps in like all the tea he loves drinking-- slow and inexorable. Like mountain roots growing beneath the surface of the earth—hidden, patient, and irreversible.

He notices you quietly at first.

A voice in the market, a thoughtful gesture toward a stranger, your laughter echoing against Liyue’s stone alleys.

He watches from the shadows, not out of fear or shame, but because he is still deciding if what he feels is… real. He has lived too long to mistake fascination for affection.

But something in your smile—warm and fleeting like a candle’s flame—starts to gnaw at the hollowness left by millennia of losses.

So he watches. And he waits. And eventually, he decides: it is real.

That is the beginning. Not of your story, but of his.

When Zhongli finally begins to speak to you, it’s natural. Charming. Gentle.

He asks you questions with sincere interest, and never forgets a single answer. He walks you home, tells you tales of Liyue’s past, and gifts you little things—stone trinkets carved with ancient care, the kind only someone with too much time and devotion could make.

He hides his desire behind elegance. Behind ritual. His gestures are so steeped in tradition you almost don’t realize how personal they are.

But to Zhongli, affection is sacred. A promise. A contract. And he assumes—quietly, calmly—that the moment you accept his company, you are accepting terms that you do not yet understand.

He would never say it aloud. That would be rude. But inside his mind, he has already carved the terms in stone:

“You are mine, and I am yours. Eternally.”

Now, one thing you must understand is that Zhongli is not like some other characters I write for.

After he falls in love, he does not collect your belongings. He doesn’t steal your hair or preserve your scent.

But he remembers everything, especially with his too good of a memory.

The precise rhythm of your footsteps on stone. The way you breathe when you sleep. The exact color your eyes reflect in the morning light.

If a poet asked for inspiration, Zhongli could describe you in ten thousand stanzas without repeating himself.

He whispers your name in meditation. Carves poems about you into hidden stone tablets buried beneath layers of the earth. You are not a fleeting infatuation to him—you are a pillar of his world. As necessary and foundational as the earth beneath his feet.

He will never cage you in gold. But he will never let you leave his world.

Zhongli is the kind of yandere who never lashes out… directly. He will always be civil, even when his heart is twisted in jealousy.

And so, when he sees you one day laughing with another person and enjoying their company, Zhongli merely watches from afar.

He doesn’t scream. He doesn’t scowl. But you will feel when he is displeased.

It begins with a look—his golden eyes latching onto you from across a plaza, unwavering. Then a stillness in the air, like the wind itself holding its breath.

When you ask him if there's anything wrong, he'll deny it and say everything is fine. Why do you ask?

But later, you may notice that person experiencing strange misfortunes. Perhaps a business venture collapses. Their ship is lost at sea. They fall ill with no cause. Zhongli never confesses anything. If asked, he will sigh, offering his condolences with impeccable manners.

“What a shame,” he says. “The world is unpredictable.”

But make no mistake—Liyue is still his city. And the land itself bends to his will. If someone dares take what is his, the earth remembers.

Zhongli will never chain you.

He doesn’t need to.

Because in his mind, you already belong to him. The contract was sealed when you touched his life and made it feel aliveagain. He is eternal, and so now—so are you.

If you grow old, he will hold you in reverence. If you die, he will bury you beneath sacred amber and speak to your soul in dreams. He will guard your memory, your name, your soul, like a god guards a sacred shrine.

And one day—when all is dust and even the Archons are forgotten—he will still sit beneath the stone trees of Liyue, remembering the curve of your smile, whispering your name like a prayer.

Because to love Zhongli is to be remembered forever.

Even if you never asked to be.

[tradgedyinwaves]

i think an interesting idea is simon distancing himself from reader (wife, partner, spouse , etc) because of Soaps death and it just causing an absolute rift in their relationship. He doesn’t want to be hurt by being close to anyone, but your still try to keep your relationship and doing all the work until you just snap

LOVE YOUR FICS AND HEADCANONS BTW sending love 💕

AHHHHHHHH! My first ANON! Love and mushrooms to you, my dear!

I love this idea and it spoke to me on a personal level. Thank you for suggesting this. Also made me have to do some research on Scottish funeral traditions.

Simon had been the one to stand guard over Johnny’s body during the week long wake watching, only allowing someone else to take up the mantel when he needed to use the restroom. You brought him food and water, insisted he let someone else take over so he could get a little sleep, but he never let you sway him.

He didn’t cry or mourn. He just…shut down. He went through the motions. Kissing you when you left for work, a mumbled “love you too” at the end of a call, sharing your bed but never touching you.

You put in the work. Texting him know when you’d be late, cooking dinner, supplying him with endless whiskey, and letting him know you were there for him when he was ready. You even went so far as offering your body to use in an effort to get anything out of him, but it didn’t work. Nothing did.

When he starting sleeping on the couch most nights, you found yourself with wet pillows and the blanket curled around you in an effort to mimic the way his body would keep you warm at night. You missed your boyfriend and it never seemed to get better.

A year later and you finally hit your breaking point when he left on a deployment without telling you and wouldn’t answer your calls or texts. It required a call to Price to see what was going on. He confirmed that they were shipping out for a week, and you muttered a thanks before ending the call. Price’s eyes narrowed on his lieutenant before flipping back to his phone with a sigh.

When Simon returned and stepped over the threshold of your shared flat, he found it empty with a note on the table.

���Staying with Julia. Be back soon.”

No date. No signature. He tried your phone and you let it ring out to voicemail. Ignored his texts while you and Julia sipped girly drinks in the VIP section of a high class club that a friend of Julia’s had gotten you into. Maybe a little drinking would let you loosen up and forget your troubles for a while.

When Simon showed up halfway through your third cosmopolitan, you could hardly believe it. One, because he never showed up to anything outside of work. Two, this wasn’t a place you normally went to and you wondered how he managed to find you. Probably a tracker of some sort if you knew the man at all.

Even the bouncers didn’t stop him as he entered the VIP area and wrapped his gloved hand around your arm and hauled you from the seat, dragging you outside while you tried to escape his grasp and Julia yelled drunkenly for him to stop. He tossed you in the car and you fumed the entire way home, tears of anger silently slipping down your cheeks.

You tried to slam the door in his face as you entered the flat, his palm stopping the swinging wood from smacking him.

“How dare you? You think you can just show up and drag me out of there like I belong to you?!” “You do.” The audacity he had in even uttering those two words to you made you snap.

“The hell I do! It’s been a year of you ignoring me and treating me like I don’t matter! And you just come home from deployment and suddenly, you think you can lay any kind of claim to me?!”

You ripped open the closet door, pulling down your suitcase and began stuffing it with your clothes. The one suitcase wouldn’t be enough for all of your things, but it would be enough for a week.

“Luv, please. I’m sorry. I-I’ll do better.” His voice sounded raw, cracking with emotion he rarely showed. It almost made you falter in your rage. Almost.

“No, Simon. You don’t get to be sorry. I was there. You weren’t the only one who lost him, but you’re the only one who hasn’t moved on.” Your words were harsh, mean almost, but they rang true. Even Johnny’s sister had moved on, honoring him in naming her son after the boisterous Scot.

“I can’t keep waiting around for you to come back to me. I’m done, Simon.”

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Why Don’t You Like Me?

Snotlout Jorgenson x Reader

So im gonna go through the whole first movie (the live action bc it gives him more depth.)

This is a

Snotlout x Plus size! Ethnic! Reader story!

I personally headcanon that he prefers them and y'know what??? It's self indulgent for years of not having fics for him and any that did were for a skinny white and petite Y/N 😭 ummm Y/N is from a distant island, you get to pick where, got dropped off at Gobber's doorstep and is his daughter now, he would kill a man for her

Warnings: Cussing, slight angst, feelings, mention of colonizers (just once sigh my island was colonized by the Spanish 🙄), canon typical violence, disappointed father(his not yours. You fucking love your dad) also… live action spoilers obvi

9.6 K words.

Berk.

It was home. Even if you weren't originally from here.

When you were little your dad used to say that it must have been one of Freya's cats leaving you at his doorstep, the goddess knowing how much the world needed someone with light like you.

However as you got older, he told you how you really came to be his daughter, blood related or not. Or at least the part where you showed up at his doorstep. What happened before that was a mystery to both of you. And you couldn't care less about the two who abandoned you.

——

It was a clear, calm night. One that Berk had not had in a while. No dragon raids, nothing.

It had been a long time sailing for the pair... especially his wife, being pregnant. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl... she was a few months old now...

But where they were going, and what they were doing was dangerous... too dangerous for a baby. And neither was really ready for one either. Mistakes happen when in love and lust...

Together, they made the decision to give up the child.

Quietly docking, pulling their cloaks up obscuring their faces, they kept the baby in a wicker basket with blankets, a note, and some other items to keep her in contact with her culture and who she was... his shield... her necklace... her name, how old she was. Everything.

They placed her at the doorstep of what looked like a forge. Whoever lived here could protect her, at least. If not, find someone who would take her.

Placing her on the step and knocking, before running back to their ship.

Gobber woke up when he heard the knock. His first thought was that there was an emergency. But after not hearing anything else, he slowly got up, walking blindly through the hut to the front door.

When he got there, he was shocked. A baby swaddled in a woven basket. There was a shield and a note, and a few other things.

He picked up the note, and read it carefully.

To whom lives here,

This is Y/N. She's our daughter. We are on a perilous journey, escaping from the men who have taken our island home, (Island name) and turned it into their playground. The rough seas and danger are no place for a baby. We come from an island far south from here. Before we had the evil men come to our island, we had heard from others that made the journey of Berk. She was born 6 months ago, out on the open ocean. Please, take care of her, and if you are unable, find someone who will.

Thank you.

Suddenly the little girl started crying softly and whimpering, the wind biting at her cheeks, turning them rosy in color. Gobber picked her up out of the woven basket, and she sneezed, before cooing with a bright gummy smile up at him.

That's the moment he decided that... maybe he was ready to be a father. Just a little. Plus, Stoick had a little boy too! Sure, he was a year older, but at least you'd have kids your age around. He wouldn't really want Spitelout around you... but his kid was okay...

——

Gobber was an excellent father, even if many might not think so at first glance. He was caring, patient, stern and although he didn't know much about your culture, he'd tried to keep you educated on what he could.

When merchants from your isle came to Berk, he went with you to buy clothing with you! Although to him and other Vikings thought it was showy and a bit... well... scandalous, no one said anything about it because at least you tried to connect with your roots while still being a Viking.

Being a little girl around the forge was scary, especially when there was dragon raids.

——

You squealed and hid with Astrid and Ruffnut under your father's bed as Gobber chased.

"Cmon ya lot, ya gotta get back to your parents," he laughed. "Where are the boys?"

You giggled and ran away to find them, finding Hiccup first, he was hiding behind a post. You tapped his shoulder, and he laughed, going to Gobber.

Tuffnut and Fishlegs were hiding together and giggling, so they were the second easiest.

Finally, you found Snotlout, in your room, in your closet.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"My dad says you guys all gotta go."

He groaned but nodded, and you all went to the living room.

Everyone was leaving and Snotlout sort of shoved Hiccup.

"Be nice he's your c... cou... coo... how's that word go?" You stammered over your words, before Hiccup helped you out.

"Cousin?"

"Yeah! You're cousins gotta be nice!" You chided Snotlout.

He scoffed but gave you a small smile and nodded leaving your house.

It was hours later dark, when the bell that signaled the dragon trap had been triggered rang across the village. You woke up immediately, and looked out the window as your father got up heading to the forge connected to your house.

However, it wasn't long before your house was on fire. You hadn't noticed, too busy staring out the window to be paying attention.

Suddenly you heard your name being called and went to your bedroom door to run outside, but the second you touched the metal your hand burned. You jumped back with a scream, holding you hand, heat searing through it. You went to the window, and looked down, seeing your dad looking up.

You started to cry, getting scared, suddenly feeling the heat and smoke filling your room.

You look down, seeing them all telling you to slide down the roof. You saw the other kids, your friends, down there, except for Hiccup who was definitely locked up in his house.

Snotlout shouted something up at you, and you had to focus to hear him.

"I'll catch you! Promise!"

You took a deep breath, coughing from the smoke, and climbed out your window, sliding down the slanted roof till you were hanging off the side.

You felt the house creak under you, the roof falling to one side. You screamed, holding the siding tightly.

The flames licked at your fingers and you looked down. Oh what a drop it was for little 6 year old you. Below you was your dad and your friends telling you to let go. So you do, falling.

Gobber catches you, with his one arm, and you cry as he sets you down, making sure you're okay, before running back to help others. Your friends help you stand straight, but Snotlout is the one who checks your hands, and winces when he sees the burns.

——

So, tonight, when the bell rang, you bolted out of bed and to the forge. After that first raid when you got trapped, the house had been rebuilt to be one singular floor.

While Gobber never let you make weapons(because you were rubbish at it), you helped hand out new ones and take theirs to the back for him, and you got to sharpen them!

But that was occasionally, because you did help out with the fire brigade a lot. But tonight, you had no chance to even get over there before a nadder spat fire in front of you, blocking your way. If you couldn't help with dousing of fires, then you could help with defending. You ran to the forge and began to help, handing out weapons and taking weapons to Gobber to sharpen.

Suddenly someone bolted in behind you, trying to wheel something out.

"What in the blazes are ya'- yer supposed to be home!" Gobber scolded, and you immediately knew he was talking to Hiccup.

You tuned out the conversation until you heard a swooshing sound and ducked. The weighted ropes used to trap dragons. You turned with a glare.

"That almost hit me you- ugh!" You groan, before turning to the literal mob of Vikings yelling and shoving at your window. "Would ya lot shut up! We'll get to you when we get to you there's only two... three of us and it takes time!"

You turned to Hiccup, and sighed, "Cmon. If you can't be out there, help in here."

You knew he just wanted to prove himself, not just to the village but to his dad. However, the middle of a dragon raid was not the time.

“Y’know, that invention is actually pretty cool… once you fix the calibration-“ you started, bringing back another sword for him to sharpen.

“The calibration issue I know… I-i just… I need to kill a dragon… I could help…” he mumbles.

You gave a soft smile and nudge his shoulder, “I’m sure that… Astrid could appreciate the ingenuity!”

He laughed and scoffed, “Yeah right…”

Finally the fire brigade showed up and you gave your dad a nod before rushing to help them, sliding over the counter and running to your friends who greeted you.

"Where have you been?" Ruff asked, handing you a bucket.

"Oh you know, dealing with that," you muttered nodding to the forge and mess of Vikings in front of it.

Astrid let out a laugh, rolling her eyes, "Even when he's good at something..."

You quickly and efficiently poured water on unburned houses, hoping to stop the spread at least. Ruff and Tuff helped you do this as the other three helped douse houses. Astrid was a quick thinker, and you cheered her on when she maneuvered the water carrying system so it would pour over a house.

"Yeah! Go Astrid!"

You watched Hiccup look at her with lovesick eyes and rolled your own.

You cheered, before climbing up onto the roof of a house, just as a a Nadder started to fly over shooting fire.

“Shit!”

You cursed and ran to the front of the house, jumping and holding to the decorative piece at the front of the house. The dragon flew off and you built momentum to throw yourself back up.

“Buckets! Water! Now!” You yelled down.

Snotlout was staring up, with the same lovesick look Hiccup had, but you didn’t catch it. You started to slide down the now extinguished roof top.

“Snotlout move-!”

He snapped out of it, and caught you before you fell. You sighed, but were thankful he had caught you instead of making you survive another… compromising position like last time.

“Thanks. Now put me down.”

Hiccup stayed behind, and your father ran out to help fight them off as well, telling Hiccup to stay put.

Yeah, he ALWAYS does that... not.

"Night fury!"

"Get down!"

You heard the whistle and ducked, hoping it wouldn't hit where you guys were. It didn't. You all continued to help put out fires and watched Hiccup's eyes light up.

You sighed, ignoring him and continuing to help.

It was only when you heard screaming and a monstrous nightmare came blazing that you knew you should have watched the shop when your dad ran out of it, you should've watched it damnit.

It would have been fine. His dad beat the literal hell out of it, it ran away, and that was the end of the raid...

Until the tower Hiccup was hiding behind fell over, causing them to loose the deadly nadder they had trapped. And houses to be destroyed.

You all gathered in the middle and you sighed as the lecture began. You felt bad for Hiccup, but at the same time, you knew this wouldn't have happened if he had just stayed put.

"Winter is coming and I have a whole village to feed," Stoick hissed.

"Between you and me, the village could use with a little less feeding if you know what I mean..." Hiccup sassed, giving the crowd, and you, a side eye.

You steamed with anger, going to step forward, until Ruff and Astrid gripped your arms.

"Leave him be... not worth it..."

"At least we're fed?" Ruff asked sarcastically. "We're literally so hot? In what world-"

You grumbled under your breath. There was a reason the group didn't like him that much. You did like him, he was one of your best friends, he was always around the forge, but sometimes he made comments without thinking.

As he passed everyone, with your dad leading him to his house, each one made some comment at him, and when he tried to apologize to you, you just, "Ah ah ah... I don't wanna hear it right now, you said what you said. Go home."

It was obvious Stoick was royally pissed.

Snotlout put his arms behind his head and said, "Well... my dad is super proud of me so..."

Just as Spitelout came up behind him, following after Stoick.

"O-oh hey dad-"

"Don't talk to me in public."

Snotlout tried to laugh it off, but you notice the small glint of sadness in his eyes. You sighed, walking over to him.

"We should start rebuilding I guess," you whispered, kicking a rock.

You knew that would at least take his mind off of it. He always loved to do things especially for you.

He nodded, excited to get to do something, to help. To be useful.

"And later maybe you'll finally-"

"Don't even dream about it."

——

The Trial of Flame.

Every young Viking's dream. To be top slayer, to be able to prove they had what it takes to be a Viking, a dragon slayer.

The morning of, the warriors, including the chief, had left. Meaning your dad got to train you all. Which meant waking up earlier than the rest of the island, to watch him silently make plans and chuckle darkly.

"Don't think 'cus yer my daughter I'll go easy on ya lass," he had said.

You laughed and looked up at him, "I wouldn't have it any other way old man..."

He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "No matter what happens... I'm... I'm proud of ya... yer a good kid... Go join the others… and keep that Jorgenson boy from staring too much yeah?"

You beamed up at him, now even more excited to prove yourself. The group of your peers was ahead and you ran off to them, scaring Snotlout. He retaliated by picking you up and holding you in the air, smirking up at you.

"Air jail."

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down this instant."

"...y-yes ma'am..."

——

You walked in, breathing in deeply as everyone marveled being in the arena. Snotlout stood next to you, and bumped his shoulder into yours as he said, “I can’t wait to get get some legendary war wounds!”

You giggled and shoved him back, “Oh but then you’ll tying your pretty face!”

“Y-you think I’m pretty? I-I… I mean… I’m not pretty! Only girls are pretty…”

Ruffnut stood on your other side, and talked about getting a scar across her face and you giggled, “Oh my gosh, Ruffnut Thorston, super sexy war goddess!”

"Call me boring but-"

"Boring!"

You shoved Snotlout's shoulder and glared, but not before sticking your tongue out at him.

"Easy there Island Princess," he teased, poking at your outfit.

It was one of the traditional outfits you'd gotten from a vendor. A long dark orange skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. Your dad had reinforced them himself. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts, the same color as the skirt. You knew that everyone said you couldn't fight dragons in it, where was the coverage?

Well if your lineage did it for years you could do it too. Plus, to keep from freezing you added some things. Such as wearing pants under the skirt that were a dark yellow in color, adding your fur lined boots. But the top remained un-altered, you soft stomach exposed, which again... danger???

Your responses were

1. This is just for training, it gets hot

2. Sheilds

3. This is just for training. In actual battle you would get armor.

4. You felt comfortable in this damnit.

5. If you were good enough, you wouldn't get hurt.

Snotlout was staring. Hard. At every single detail of your outfit, and how your skin glimmered in the sun, how your chest rose and fell with every breath, how your stretch marks looked like lightning bolts that painted the dark sky at night... Yes he was very distracted by you. But when was he not? He had been asking you out everyday for the past two years. You always rejected him, but he never gave up.

You had to hand it to him, he was very stubborn. It wasn't... that you didn't like him... it was quite the opposite.

But you had gotten used to other boys on Berk using you as a point of their bets and cruel jokes. And while you weren't that insecure little girl anymore, you would always have her in your mind.

When you heard Hiccup behind you, you turned in shock. As far as you had known, Stoick refused to let him do the training, thinking he wasn’t ready…

Astrid made a comment about his dad pulling strings, which made you look confused because... everyone just... signed their kid up for this. It's not like... it was exclusive. But anyway, you digress.

"No way... there's no way your dad let you do this!" You shouted, shock written all over your features. You were a bit excited to see what he could do though.

"Well, he did... now. Listen up," Gobber said.

You had watched so many of these trials before that you kind of blocked out what your father was saying, kind of listening when Fishlegs was giving information and he yelled at him, that was funny.

Blah blah blah... killing your first dragon...

Snotlout puts a finger up, and points at the other teen behind him, "Well uh... Hiccup already killed a night fury so does that disqualify him or...?"

You dad sighed about to reprimand him, when you grabbed his collar and pulled him close.

"For Thor's sake-"

"Okay okay okay! My bad..."

Ignoring everything your dad said, which side note, if you’re learning how to fight dragons, it might be a good idea to listen. Because after that you saw him head to one of the paddocks.

"Uh... hey big guy, aren't you gonna teach us something first?" Snotlout asked as the door was cranked open.

"I believe in learning on the job."

——

You made a flower crown quietly in one of the clearings on Berk. You often found yourself outside, wanting some quiet. The forge was always loud, the village even louder.

“Y/N?”

You turned at the small voice. It was Snotlout.

“Hi! You wanna sit with me?” You offered. The boy nodded and ran over, sitting right next to you.

You finished the flower crown and put it in his head. He blushed and looked down before mumbling, “Flowers are for girls…”

You pouted, “Nuh uh…”

He just shrugged. He was quiet. Too quiet. He wasn’t that much of a talker at 6, but you knew when something was wrong.

“… Is your dad…?” You mumbled.

He nodded, biting his lip, an obvious ploy to not cry. You knew it very well.

“You can cry it’s okay-“

“No it’s not! I can’t cry it makes me weak! H-he said real men don’t cry! A-and they don’t hang out with girls! Especially not you… t-that’s what he said! Yo-you’re my friend! I-I don’t like when he talks like that about you! He said I was stupid, a-and soft because I-I let you play with me…”

You bit your lip. Of course his father had said that, when did he not say something negative to his son? However, instead of comforting him with your words, you just leaned against him, holding his hand.

“You’re my best friend…”

“You’re mine too… d’you… wanna come play later?… He’s nice when you’re around… even if he doesn’t like you.”

———

After your father almost killed you all, you were panting and sweating. Of course Hiccup had messed up. Of course.

You couldn't blame him. He definitely was not a dragon killer. Hiccup was good at a lot of stuff. He was a genius, and came up with so many new plans for more efficient ways to use weapons… but a dragon killer? Not his strong suit.

You look down, disappointed you were fourth out, right after Snotlout. You should've known better. Studying dragons was not the same as being in active combat. You knew that, yet you failed to apply it.

Later, you were all eating dinner together. You sat next to Astrid, across from Snotlout as you ate. Hiccup joined you all late, just as you were saying what you did wrong. You waved him over, but he ignored you, sitting alone at another table.

"...I tripped..."

"That's not it."

You looked up at your dad confused. Yes it was? You watched Snotlout get blasted at, got worried because of course you were worried about that idiot, stopped watching where you were going, and tripped over the shield the twins had been fighting for and... oh.

"...I got distracted. "

He nodded and moved on, suddenly going over and unlocking the book. Your eyes widened and sparkled. You had obsessed over this book as a kid, and now it was something you could read with permission! You didn't have to wait for the older kids to leave the book out and read it!

"Why would I read words when I could just kill the things the words tell me about?" Snotlout asked.

"Maybe you should read a book about feelings. Cuz it seems like you're killing those without reading," Astrid joked.

He pouted and crossed his arms.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. For such a fierce viking warrior... he was cute. But you yawned, the day suddenly hitting you at once. The near death experience… air jail….

"Alright, I've already read it, I'm tired I'm gonna go to bed to be well rested for whatever the helheim my dad throws at us. He's not going easy just because I'm in the class... if anything he's going harder..." you excused yourself, walking out of the great hall.

Snotlout called out, and ran towards you, offering to walk you home. You nodded. Why not?

"I like you... you know that right? Like you're hot...and smart... and strong..." he said, the rain sprinkling around you both, the crunching of the dirt under your boots.

"Sure... not really interested," you said quietly.

He did this every day. Asked you in one way or another.

There was a silence as you kept walking, before noticing you were walking alone. You turned to see where Snotlout was, and he was just about two feet behind you.

"What are you-"

"Why don't you like me?"

The words were soft, but loud. And here's the thing: You did like him. But years of boys using you as a bet because of your size and because of where you were from made and how you were raised by Gobber of all people, you feel like you could never receive genuine affection from someone.

He's looking down and fidgeting.

"Snotlout... would you cry in front of me?" You ask, staring him down.

He stands up straighter, looks up with wide eyes. Part of him was screaming yes!! He would bleed himself dry for you!!

The other part was his father. Telling him that real men don't cry. Crying was a sign of weakness. Crying in front of anyone was not allowed. And crying for a girl, of all things, was stupid. And that he was stupid if he did that.

...

"No."

He answered finally, the simple one word answer was followed by thunder rumbling in the distance.

"...Well there's your answer. You're... just forget it... try again tomorrow," you whispered, continuing to walk away.

——

Second day of training. You walked into the arena to see wooden walls put all over the arena and groan.

No way, seriously??? A nadder? You guys just started why did he make you suffer?!

You hid behind a wall as the dragon was released. Hiccup was asking questions about a night fury, but you were trying to not get killed. Suddenly you heard someone hide besides you.

"Hey, so you want me to cry for you, is that it?" He asked, and you looked over with a face that he could read perfectly.

The "are you fucking serious??" Face.

"Snotlout! Not the time!" You yelled, going to another wall.

He followed, muttering an apology that made you sigh. You muttered all the facts you knew about the Deadly Nadder, everything you could remember. The twins were shouting about 'get your own blind spot'.

And then...

"I am hurt I am very much hurt!"

And that's when the dragon started to knock over walls. You ran, holding up your shield. You watched Snotlout push Astrid out of the way, saying "I'll take care of this!" As he swung his weapon.

That didn't last.

——

"You godsdamned idiot..." you huffed, cleaning up his wounds after.

He hissed, but only gripped the table, not complaining. One of the gashes was pretty big and you sighed.

"Gonna have to do stitches..." you whispered.

He just nodded. Accepting it. This was his punishment he was sure. Well, actually his punishment was your training outfits being your traditional wear... but that was neither here nor there.

"You can tell me if you need to stop..."

"Only babies wimp out... just do it."

You tried your hardest to stitch him up quickly... he grimaced, bracing himself by holding the table so hard his knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and you thought he'd draw blood.

When you finished, you tied off the string quickly, and rinsed it off with clean water and a solution Gothi had given you to clean wounds. He hissed, pulling his arm away with a quick jolt.

"Sorry... sorry," you apologized... then began to giggle.

"What's so funny? Huh?" He asked, a bit defensively.

"You... I mean you... barely even so much as flinched when I'm giving you stitches... but the ointment Gothi gave me is where your pain tolerance dips?" You smile, trying not to laugh at how flustered he looked.

"W-well... it's just.. I-i... ugh-"

——

You sat on one of the cliff sides, staring out to the open ocean before dark. Dragons, for the most part, just came out at night. Your dad had a curfew for 6 year old you, before the last third of the sun set into the ocean.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Snotlout standing there. His hair was in his face, and his too-big for him helmet covered his eyes a little.

You smiled brightly, motioning for him to sit next to you. So he did.

"I'm gonna be one of the best dragon slayers ever... just you watch..." he whispered, his helmet now in his lap.

You nodded, not doubting your friend.

"...y'know if I ever had to get married... I'd want it to be you," he said suddenly, looking at you.

You squealed with laughter, laying back, your head on his lap. It was silly how he at seven years old was saying things like that....

"You're silly... but that would be nice..."

——

Day three.

The arena was empty. Except for buckets filled with water. Your father told you all to take a bucket... and pair up.

"Um... there's an odd number of us?" Astrid said, already picking Ruff and grabbing your arm as well.

"Eh why not you three can all be together," he shrugged, getting up into the viewing area. Gas hissed as the door opened and all of a sudden the spark, flame... and smoke... oh the smoke.

You three stood back to back together, and you heard Fishlegs rambling about what the zippleback did before Hiccup hissed at him.

Suddenly you heard a loud, "There!"

And water got splashed on you,

You three went forward and scolded Tuff and Snotlout. Ruff splashed her water on her brother, Astrid doing the same out of anger.

"Maybe your butt's getting bigger," Tuff snorted, teasing his sister.

"N-not that there's anything wrong with-"

Astrid threw a punch, sending Snotlout to the ground, his water bucket spilling, and knocking into Tuffnut, whose bucket flew up and hit him in the face. Suddenly Tuff was dragged into the fog. You gasped, until he came running back screaming, "I'm hurt I'm hurt I am very much hurt!"

It made you giggle a little. But then that made you remember what was in the fog. The other girls left since their buckets were empty. And for the first time in a long time... you were terrified.

You thought you were alone until you heard Snotlout groan from the floor. He quickly got up, looking at you. Almost immediately he stood in front of you, looking around.

"Snotlout... go..." you whisper, your back to his.

"N-no! I... I'm not leaving you alone!" He hissed, looking around you through the smoke.

"You have no water bucket what are you gonna do genius?!"

Suddenly its tail swiped you, making you drop the bucket on yourself. It fell on your face and your nose made a sickening crack, making you yelp in pain.

"Alrighty, up you go," he said before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a test dummy.

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down you evil son of a-"

But as you were talking he let you out of the smoke where everyone else was. You kicked and struggled in his grip, attempting to get out. You could see more clearly and saw the dragon over Hiccup and Fishlegs, who threw water at the wrong head.

"Hiccup!!"

You heard your father yell as the scrawny brunette threw the water up... and it fell right back down. The dragon's heads grew closer until... they immediately backed up snarling. You watched slack-jawed as he was able to push the dragon back. Snotlout's arm that was holding up on his shoulder fell off you in shock, and you yelped as you fell off his shoulder and onto the hard rock floor of the arena.

"Ow!"

"Oh gods! I-i- um I-... totally meant to do that," he said, looking around, nervously.

You glared at him and stood up, looking at Hiccup before asking, "How did you do that?"

He shrugged and gave a lame excuse before running off.

The group followed.

——

The next few days, he dominated at dragon fighting, knocking them down barely even trying.

The group followed him into the woods, and Fishlegs asked how he downed a gronkle like that.

“I mean I do it all the time but how did you do it?” Snotlout interjected, pointing his mace at Hiccup.

“Probably cuz he’s not watching to see if Y/N’s hip chains break,” Tuffnut snorted.

He turned and glared at the blonde.

Later, Hiccup had come into the forge.

"You're doing great! Why'd you hide this from everyone?" You asked one day, sitting up on one of the wooden counters, watching as he tinkered at the forge.

He shrugged, giving you a grin, "I...I guess I just... didn't want to come off boastful?"

"Well... it great to see you happy and excited about something for once... seriously."

"Thanks... you know I was-"

"Y/N! There you are, come come come!" A voice yelled.

You looked over and watched Snotlout come over with a big goofy grin on his face before scrunching up his nose that Hiccup was here. You flicked his forehead.

"Be. Nice."

"...sorry... um... um the boats-!... boat? Is back! You going down to the docks?" He asked, looking extremely excited.

You shrugged, it's not like you had anyone waiting for you, and you had nothing else to do.

"I don't see why not..." you responded.

He smiled, and grabbed you hand, and you watched as his arms reached out again.

"Don't. Uh uh. No no no sir, you are not gonna pick me up again," you scolded.

He groaned, but you laughed and started running to the docks.

"Hey! No fair!" He called after you, laughing to himself.

"And uh... Hiccup?"

The scrawnier boy looked up at his brash cousin.

"Mind not trying to take my girl?"

Hiccup stifled a laugh as he looked up, "Your girl? Far as I'm aware... she's not anyone's. She's rejected you for like... two years."

Snotlout rolled his eyes and ran after you, catching up quickly.

At the docks you watched as the badly damaged ship started getting loaded off. Stoick walked off disappointed, but stopped to talk to your dad. You assumed about how well Hiccup was doing.

You watched as Snotlout went up to his dad, and said, "Hey dad! I missed you... in like... a super manly way y'know?"

Spitelout handed off a heavy bag of gods know what onto his shoulders. He carried it with a smile, nervously saying, "I have so much to tell you about the trial of flame..."

Spitelout, the devil he was, walked away without a word, disappearing into the crowd. Snotlout was confused for a bit, calling for him, but finally yelled, "I'll see you at home!"

Your heart broke. He looked so dejected, and you couldn't help it. You wondered if that’s how he looked secretly after every time you rejected him. You walked over and took a deep breath, swallowing your pride for him. Gods damnit, you were in too deep.

He looked nervous, but with that fake confidence you had grown to see. He was scared you had seen what happened, that you were going to ask him... but instead, you just gave a soft smile.

"D'you wanna spar with me? I-I mean... after my utter failure the other day... like who gets their sword knocked out of their hands by Tuff?" You giggled. "I mean... since you're so strong and talented I just thought-"

He beamed and laughed, "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... no need to flatter me... I knew you'd ask for help eventually. No one can resist-"

The things you did for love...

——

"Hey so-"

He dodges a swipe you made with your wooden sword (not wanting to hurt each other too badly), then parries it with his shield.

"About the other night-"

Another swipe, and he counter attacks. He was holding back and it was pissing you off. You knew he was a very talented fighter, and this? Was not his best.

"You want me to cry for you you said?"

You stopped and looked up panting. He took this opportunity, and tripped you, pinning you down the second you fell to the ground.

You groaned and shook your head as he held the wooden blade to your neck and told you to surrender. The second you got a bearing for your surroundings, you tried to flip him onto his back, but he held you down, pinning your wrists with one hand.

"Ah ah... surrender."

You groan and pout, "Fine fine... I surrender."

He smirked and got off you, helping you up.

"Atta girl..."

You blushed, looking away, trying to catch your breath. But your eyes were drawn back. He was panting, sweat drenched his face, his hair sticking to his forehead as he wiped it with his forearm, chest rising and falling, and then you remembered the way he looked when he had you pinned down-

Okay, so he was hot.

Really hot.

Damnit.

"You still gotta answer me... cry for you? Like... tears and... the water works and... I-I'm not good at this... just tell me what to do and I'll do it..." he started, sitting on the ground.

You sigh and sit in front of him, shaking your head.

"I don't mean it literally... I mean it... in... like would you let me see your true feelings? I don't want Snotlout, the loud, brash, arrogant, foolish Viking he pretends to be in front of everyone... I want the Snotlout behind all of that..." you explain. "The one who looks at me like he's drowning and doesn't know how to swim to shore... Not the one that flexes and runs away... but the one that stays even when he's scared."

He gulped, looking over with wide eyes, "Y-you... you really think... that of me?"

"Of course I do... try again tomorrow.”

He didn't confess again that night. Didn't even flirt at dinner. Just smiled and talked big game like always. You were scared you’d pushed him away…

——

Today was the day. The final day and a crowd was watching. To be honest, you knew it was between Hiccup and Astrid, but just to be there and prove you could keep up was enough.

The fight ended when Hiccup did... whatever he did, you couldn't quite see, and the gronkle fell over. Astrid was pissed.

Oh boy... she shoved him and cussed at him, you looked shocked at her words, as if you had never heard Astrid cuss like that before...

But Gobber pulled them apart as Stoick said Gothi had made a decision. You sigh happily, knowing damn well it wasn't you, and leaned onto Snotlout. He pushed you off. You were about to whisper menacingly at him, until you saw he wasn't looking at you. He was looking up... At his father. Snotlout gulped, looking nervously. He hid his hands behind his back and began to fidget. You noticed, and carefully, to avoid being seen, you grab one of his hands.

"The top slayer..."

Gothi points into the ring. Gobber points to Astrid with a smile, but Gothi shakes her head. You gasp. He then uses his hook to point at Hiccup. Gothi nods. The crowd erupts into cheers and you smile. You cheer and run over, ruffling his hair, as if he wasn’t older than you.

Even Snotlout was excited, but you could see him continuing to glance up at his dad.

——

Later that night you watched as your dad moved around the shop, sharpening weapons and all things of that sort.

"So... you and Spitelout's boy?" He asked suddenly.

"W-what? No... we're just... friends," you answered. And it was true. You were just friends...

"Ah, friends... y'know, I was a lad once and let me tell ya... he looks at ya like ya hung the moon in the sky... like you were sent by Freya herself... He's a good lad... even if he doesn't show it all the time..."

You blush and look away. This was too much to deal with, so you just yawned exaggerating it.

"Well... I-i better get to sleep... that was a lot... um... yeah and tomorrow is such... a-a big day..." you muttered, getting up.

"Yeah... of course. Rest up. I'll see ya in the mornin' lass."

"Goodnight, dad..."

——

When you say the whole village was buzzing with excitement, you mean it.

You picked out your finest clothes, deciding to go for your traditional wear... with a bit of a Norse twist.

It was still the same, a long skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts. You had sewn fur onto the sides of the skirt, along all the edges, and the top had Norse engravings you hand stitched into it. The chains were golden, created by your father. You added two black leather arm bands that were lined with fur. These you had also made yourself. This time, the set was a dark red, the fur hemming black. If you remembered correctly, it was the fur of an animal the trader had called a black bear? Whatever it was, it was soft. You add your boots and spin, giggling and happy.

You head to the forge and show off your outfit to your dad. Your hair was in its natural state, you merely styled it a little.

He smiles, surprised by the Norse twist to your clothing.

"Thats... new... you look nice... like your mother might've..."

"Thanks... I-... I'm not just from (Island of choice)... I'm from here. From Berk... my birth giver may have been from there... but you raised me... you're my dad... I'm as much Viking as I am island girl... I-i wanted to show that..." you explained, fidgeting with your rings.

He sniffled.

"Are you crying-"

"No th-the dust got in my eyes!"

You smile, and shake your head, going over and hugging him.

"Yeah... the dust."

——

You were heading to the arena when the others caught up with you.

"Woah! You look... so hot!" Ruff said, literally grabbing your shoulders and shaking you around.

You laughed and spun a little, showing off.

"Did you add that yourself? It looks great!" Fishlegs complimented, pointing at the stitches in Norse.

You nodded. They were so distracted they kept walking, and you giggled, turning, bumping into Snotlout.

"O-oh! Sorry!" You apologize, then see who you bumped into. "Nevermind not sorry."

You giggle, poking his shoulders.

He's just... staring. You looked like a goddess... a beautiful war goddess.

'Gods... snap out of it! You're staring!! A little more and you'll start drooling!'

"You look... wow... wow... just... I-... you look amazing," he whispers, out of breath.

You smile.

"You look good too... c'mon let's go! We don't wanna be late."

You quickly caught up with the others, and you all stood together. The whole village filled in, excited to see the chief's son, the screw up, now top slayer, kill his first dragon.

A monstrous nightmare. Stoker class. Attack 15. Speed 16. Armor 12. Firepower 15. Shot limit 10. Jaw strength 6. Stealth 9. Double clawed wings, snake like neck and tail... and a nasty habit of setting itself on fire.

The most feared dragon in the Viking world.

You shivered. Not from fear. You were actually cold, you had forgotten your furs in your room.

"You cold?" You heard Snotlout ask next to you.

You shook your head stubbornly, unwilling to admit your clothing choices were definitely style over functionality today. Functionality being stay warm.

He scoffed and unbuttoned the furs he had around him, and slipped them over your shoulders, buttoning it carefully, before muttering...

"Idiot..."

Oh that's how he wanted to play?? You whispered back...

"Muttonhead."

"Shorty."

"Prick."

"Okay, calm it princess. You're warm now."

He could feel his father's glare on him but he didn't turn to look.

The crowd cheered as Hiccup walked in. He picked a short dagger and shield. He gave a nod, and the door was opened.

Out came the dragon, lighting on flame. You watched as Hiccup dropped the weapon and shield and gasped. He walked closer, saying he needed to show us... the dragon calmed down for a bit...

"Stop the fight..."

You looked over at Stoick. The man was red in the face, angry. He slammed his hammer down, yelling again, "Stop the fight now!"

All of a sudden, the once calm dragon, grew enraged.

It lit on fire, crawling on the chain roof. You all tried to get Hiccup up and to safety, but the dragon had other ideas, snapping its jaws at him.

The dragon suddenly blew fire at the crowd, and you were quickly shielded by Snotlout. You heard a scream and couldn't tell it was yours until you stopped. You stood back up, looking to see what was happening. There was too much yelling for you to focus and then....

That whistle.

"Night fury!!"

"Get down!!"

You hid your face in Snotlout's chest, trying to keep an eye for what was happening in the arena, but too scared to see one of your friends laying dead down there.

The monstrous nightmare is locked back up, and the Vikings trap the night fury as Hiccup begs them not to. To leave him alone, that he won't hurt anyone. You watch closely, and your heart suddenly hurts... the dragon looks scared... so scared.

——

"Hey, you okay?" You rush forward, checking on Astrid. It's later that same night, and she just came back with Hiccup. You had been so worried you hadn't even changed, only giving Snotlout his furs back.

All the adults had left Berk. Leaving only you guys on the island. They had a dragon to lead them to the nest. They said this ended now.

"I'm okay... gather everyone. Hiccup is going to show us something."

You nodded with a smirk, running off to round up your friends.

——

Hiccup leads you all into the arena, and Snotlout is yelling, what else is new?

"You just disgraced yourself in front of the whole village... why would we listen to you?!" He asks.

"Valid point, valid point... but you're gonna listen to him because I said so got it?" you glare, a hand on your hip, pointing at him.

'Ohhhkay... hot...'

"He's so gone..." Tuffnut whispers.

"So gone..." Ruff answers back.

"Y-yeah! Yeah exactly-... u-uh pay attention gang..."

You giggle, and follow Hiccup, watching as he takes Astrid's hand, going to open the deadly nadder paddock.

"W-what in Odin's missing eye do you think you're doing?! I said we would listen but this-" you start, backing up, your back pressing into Snotlout's chest.

"Y/N please... trust me," Hiccup begs, looking at you with those pleading eyes and you groan. He's been doing that since you were kids.

He just also knows that without you, Snotlout would be the next to leave... the twins were closer to both of you than to him or Astrid... which would leave Fishlegs. He needed you to stay.

"...fine. Just promise we won't get hurt?" You ask. He nods.

——

You watched with joy as Snotlout, while nervous, still lay his hand on the monstrous nightmare's snout. The dragon immediately made a low grumbling noise, and you smile.

He laughs softly, petting its snout. Then he notices. That was all the pens. There was only four dragons. The twins rode together... Hiccup was going to ride with Astrid...

"Hey uh... what about Y/N?" He asked, turning to face you.

You fidgeted with your skirt, looking at Hiccup, who spoke without thinking.

"What about her?"

You sighed, face palming.

"You needed her because you knew I would've left if she wasn't here. So yeah. What about her?" He defended.

You walked closer to Snotlout and his new dragon. You had never looked at a dragon up close like this before... not one that was alive... you carefully reached your hand out and placed it on its snout... it made a purring noise. You began to giggle, gently petting the dragon.

"Oh you're so handsome... so cute... oh... you're... so... wow," you giggled, giddy to see the creature up close.

Dragons had always scared you... until now... he was amazing...

"Well uh, she can ride with you Snotlout."

——

Trusting Snotlout to guide a dragon was... a chore for sure. It was scary at first... but you all got the hang of it.

You held onto Snotlout tightly, until you grew to trust that the dragon would not drop you. Even though where you were going was so incredibly dangerous... you felt peace as you flew.

You put your arms out to your sides, touching the clouds. Smiling, you gently pet the side of the dragon, and he grumbled softly. Snotlout was nervous, but he looked genuinely happy, holding the reins. You loved that he looked happy. Truly happy.

When you got to the island, you saw the biggest dragon you had ever seen in your life.

"Hiccup?! What the fuck is that?!" You called out.

The dragon pulled back a bit, making you squeak, holding onto Snotlout.

"That is their queen! You gotta help them not listen to her!" Hiccup called.

You nodded as Astrid told the twins to make it mad, and told you, Snotlout, and Fishlegs to find its blind spot and distract it.

"Alright let's see..." you muttered, as Snotlout steered the dragon, going in close.

"God this thing smells like death..." Snotlout complained.

Suddenly eyes opened... multiple eyes.

"Guys... this thing doesn't have a blind spot!" Fishlegs called out in a panic.

"Noise!"

You grabbed the reins as Snotlout banged his hammer onto his shield.

"This is just confusing our own dragons!" Fishlegs yelled.

The queen roared and your dragon took off, Snotlout falling off onto the Red Death. You had the luck of holding onto the reins, and yelled when he fell.

"Snotlout!"

You watched as he landed with a thud, almost falling off.

You soothed his dragon and guided him back around, just in time to see Snotlout driving a hammer into the dragon queen's eye and taunting her.

You let out a high pitched war cry, not a Viking one, that drew attention to you from bellow, before shouting encouraging Snotlout.

"That's my Viking warrior! Hell yeah! Woo!"

——

"Is that my kid...?"

The parents looked up noticing that their kids were riding dragons.

"Did your lass just-"

"Claim yer boy? Yeah. This has been a thing where have you been?"

"He doesn't get claimed he-"

"Oh give it up..."

——

You laughed, petting the dragon before you leaned down and whispered, "I'm so sorry... for everything..."

You heard him give an affectionate growl back, and slowly stood up on the dragon's back, still holding the reins. Oh yeah, this would work.

"Get Snotlout out of there! Hiccup's got Toothless!" Astrid called out to the twins.

"But I-" you started to protest.

"No, you distract her while they do that. Trust me," Astrid said.

You sighed and nodded, leading the dragon into her eyesight.

"Alright, ready boy?" You said, petting him.

You called out the queen, getting her attention. She opened her mouth and you smirked, falling off the dragon. You watched the ground come closer and closer, but took a deep breath, trusting him.

Sure enough, you watched him dive beside you with a curious coo. You laughed, grabbing the reins and pulling yourself onto him again, sitting, holding on. You pulled up, and led him, the queen shooting fire after you.

Suddenly, you saw Hiccup fly by, and knew your job was done. You landed, and laughed, pressing your forehead to Snotlout's dragon's muzzle.

"Thank you..."

Your father came up hobbling up to you.

"Y/N (M/N) (L/N)!"

Oh shit. You were in trouble. Your full name? You looked up and bit your lip, looking ashamed.

"Never in all my years..."

"Have I seen something so stupid... so reckless... so totally irresponsible... and so brave. Ye may not be from Berk... but ya got a Viking spirit in ya lass. I'm glad you're safe," he said, pulling yourself onto into a hug.

You hug him back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Snotlout and his dad. Spitelout has a hand on his shoulder. He nods.

On one hand, you were happy for Snotlout... but... why was he only proud of him when it was too late? He could've died... and he wouldn't have gotten that validation.

You turned to watch as blue shots and fire were seen up in the clouds. You were scared. There was no noise except the flutter of wings and the charging up of the shots...

Until finally... the Red Death fell from the sky. She was going straight down. And you watched as Hiccup and Toothless followed in suit.

——

When the dust... sort of settled, ash filling the air, you all went in to find Hiccup. You all watched him fall, so he had to be in here. Somewhere.

You were walking with Snotlout and the others when you found Toothless curled up on himself. You started to tear up, and looked up at Snotlout, who was trying to look brave, despite the glossy tears building up, but... even through all their petty fighting... Hiccup was his cousin.

You sniffled and shook your head, and saw Spitelout try and put a hand on his shoulder, when Snotlout was nudged by a dragon's snout... his dragon.

He put his arm over him, and you sniffled, leaning against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

Toothless opened up his wing to reveal Hiccup's body and you gasped, tears streaming freely down your face this time...

Until Stoick yelled that he was alive. You cheered and hugged Snotlout, drying your tears. You ran up, and hugged your dad, who laughed and ruffled your hair.

——

It was a busy few days while Hiccup rested, rebuilding Berk and helping people train their dragons. So busy you hadn't had time to really talk to Snotlout outside of helping and occasionally riding with him.

You were standing with your father outside the Chief's house when the door opened. You saw Snotlout rise on his dragon, just to scare Hiccup. When he actually walked out and saw that there was nothing to fear, he smiled. He was beaming.

You watched as Astrid punched him in the shoulder, then kissed him. Then you ran over, and punched his other shoulder.

"Ow! Why is it always violence with you two?!"

"You idiot I thought you died!" You yelled, crossing your arms.

Before you dropped the act and hugged him. He was one of your best friends, he scared you.

"I'm glad you're okay...."

——

"So... um did you name him yet?" You asked.

It was late afternoon, and you were sitting on one of the cliffs with Snotlout, his dragon laying behind you two.

"Yeah... Hookfang. I think it suits him," he mumbled, petting his snout. "My dad doesn't really... like him that much... won't let him inside... or let me build somewhere for him to stay... but I'm gonna anyway..."

"Oh who gives a damn what your father thinks... he's not the brave Viking who got all up in the Red Death's eye, or the one who trained a monstrous nightmare... so I think his opinion is mute," you scoffed, softly petting Hookfang.

Snotlout stared, lovesick. You thought so highly of him even through his cocky and brash attitude... how could anyone not just fall for you?

"Oh you're so cute... I love you s'much you know that? Oh who's a good boy?" You cooed, scratching under the dragon's chin, making him growl lovingly.

Your hand accidentally brushed against Snotlout's and you pulled away, blushing.

Then you remembered what Astrid did today. And damnit, you were brave too! You swallowed the nerves you had growing, and tried to soothe the butterflies in your stomach. You took a deep breath. You had to do this.

"Hey um... remember when I told you you should try again tomorrow?" You asked.

He looked up with a soft blush, nodding. Of course he remembered it. He hadn't stopped thinking about it. The way you described him... it played over and over in his head.

"Well now is tomorrow... if you still-"

"Yes! I-I... yes... I want... that... all of that... you... I like you, Y/N. Will you please-" he started.

You smirked and shoved his shoulder playfully, repeating what you heard Astrid say.

"That... is for scaring me when you fell off..."

"H-hey that's not my- mmmph-"

You pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. One of his hands went to your waist where he pulled you in closer, and the other went up to cup your face. You smiled into the kiss, one hand on his shoulder, the other knocking his helmet off as your fingers threaded into his hair.

He pulled away and laughed, cheeks red. You didn't look any better, with kiss bitten lips.

"... and that's for making me love you."

"Y-you know you're gonna have to kiss me more often now... r-right?"

"Wanna start right now?"

Hookfang blew a ring of smoke around both of you, making you giggle.

"Hey cmon man... I finally got the girl Hookie! And you love Y/N! ... not more than me but-"

A small flame was sent his way.

"Ow! Hookfang!"

You laugh loudly, giving Snotlout a quick peck on the cheek, and Hookfang soft pets.

"There there my big babies... I have enough attention to go around...."

"But I get more cuz I'm your boyfriend, right?"

Flame.

"Ow! Hookfang! For Thor's sake-"

You smiled. Even wider than before as Snotlout started to play wrestle with his dragon. It was chaos... it was stupid... but it was him. And it was home.

[til-all-are-loved]

{This Charming Man}

MTMTE Megatron x Reader

SFW Headcanons that turned into a fic lol

Some place in time after the Elegant Chaos arc and the Dying of the Light arc.

As an ambassador to Earth you have been tasked with reporting on the behaviors Megatron. A temporary position that was supposed to have lasted a year, but 18 months later and communications with your home have ceased. There are no signs that you'll be recovered any time soon, as if that was a problem to you. In fact the last thing you want now is to leave the Lost Light. Not now, not when you're getting so close to him.

He didn't regard you as very much of anything at first. It took four weeks for him to make eye contact with you and two weeks after that for him to address you directly in conversation.

Early on during his captiancy of the Lost Light he felt that just because he identified as an Autobot now, it didn't mean he had to respect organics. It takes him a considerable amount of time to get over this and see you on the level.

Typically you would sit in on meetings, the ship's leaders would talk, and all you had to do were take notes.

One meeting, the co-captains had engaged in an angry spat. Something to do with Rodimus not doing nearly enough to enforce the ship rules. They weren't even in a disagreement with each other in fact their goals aligned with eachother. But Megatron clearly was laying on the pressure too heavily and Rodimus was acting irritated.

"theirs not reason to why, theirs but to do and die."

You had spoken up. They turned silently towards you, forgetting you had even been in the conference room.

You shuffle awkwardly and explain that it was a line from a famous poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson. A phrase sometimes used in business meetings to mean that the decision has been made, now it is time to act on it and get the work done.

Rodimus scoffs and brushes past Megatron leaving the room. You can see Megatron smiling to himself.

He feels immensely satisfied that he didn't even have to speak with you much at all for you to jump to his side at the given chance.

This feeling grows within him. He wants you to like him. The feeling isn't so romantically framed to him initially. From then on he wants you to take his side EVERY time. A strange desire to earn your approval twisted with a new fascination for you.

AND you quoted poetry. You're in his sights now.

He searches for the poem you quoted, the Lost Light has a slim archive containing an even slimmer selection of Human texts. With no success he resigns to asking you directly. (He knows where your hap-suite is already of course, not that he was going to use that information..)

A brief knock comes to your door at a late hour, for you anyway. Visitors aren't a surprise to you as you had gotten to know the crew and make a handful of friends. But they wouldn't show up unannounced like this--

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Part two will be uploaded shortly after this. I split it up because these silly bullet points started become the beginning of a full on fic. Strap in.

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hii do u think u could perhaps do daisuke dating headcanons😓😓 can be sfw or nsfw

Yes hehehehhegeheheggeeee

The hc's are divided into general / relationship / NSFW ✦

CW: brief mention of drinking and smoking weed, uhmmmmm that's abt it?

GENERAL HC'S

✿   • 23 years old. (not sure of his birth year since it isn't established wether MW takes place in the future or the past or what)

✿   • Hes 1/2 japanese, 1/4 hispanic and 1/4 fillipino but either isn't spoken as much as english in his house so he never really picked up on the languages, knows bits and pieces tho. His mother is Japanese and his Father is Hispanic/Filipino but they met in america.

✿   • Loves all kinds of music, cannot stick to one genre for the life of him. Reggae, Pop, Techno, Metal, Country, Dad-rock, disco, experimental everything all the way to punk he doesn't care!!!! Hes dancing to all of the above, flailing his arms around and jumping like a madman

↑ I feel like some of his favorite artists would be The Cave Singers, Wooden Shjips, Gorillaz, Björk (that includes her ex-bands like K.U.K.L. and The Sugarcubes), NIN, Ariel Pink, Guns N' Roses, Ramones, RHCP and uhhh yeah just a shit load of contrast basically LOL

✿ • Chronic sims 4 player. He'll be hunched over his laptop for hours putting his poor sims through the most brutal shit and trying the most insane challenges.

His laptop is literally breathing like a dragon with all the mods he downloads-

✿   • Knows the FNAF lore by heart. He tried to be one of the Cool Kids™️ in middle school but enjoyed participating in a few "cringe" interests with the Weird Kids™️ from time to time.

✿   • Was lowkey a bit ignored by his classmates growing up. He was "too girly" for the boys and "too boyish" for the girls. So he was kinda bouncing back and forth, stuck in the middle.

✿   • Swears he'd never date a man but had so many male fictional crushes as a kid, you couldn't waterboard that info out of him but he's definetly a closeted bisexual.

✿   • Monster Energy enthusiast, drinks it like coffee. He'll complain about a headache and everything if he hasn't drank one in a while.

Loves fizzy drinks in general, he's team Dr. Pepper 😎

✿   • Has a few friends(?) That treat him kinda shitty cuz hes so gullible, think of 'em kinda like Tony, Cook, Sid and Chris from Skins UK. Cracking jokes at his expense and pretending to care abt him.. Or maybe they do but just have a really weird way of showing it❓

He goes home a little butthurt every time but doesn't wanna "be a baby" so he rarely makes a thing of it.

✿   • Ok so, i feel like ppl take the "And then theres that teeny bopper thinking only with his downstairs longnose." Dialogue from Swansea to the extreme. Cuz Swansea is usually very pessimistic and dramatic in his dialogue. Daisuke might aswell just have been complaining abt how hard it is to date on a freaking space freighter and how badly he wanted a lovelife while repairing something and Swansea decided to make a snarky/sarcastic remark abt it like he does on other occasions in game. "Capitano! Man with the plan!", "Let's hear it for Wake Rock!", "think i can already feel the ship rumb-a-tumbling through space." Ect.

Or maybe he is just a gooner i mean whaddo i know 🤷‍♀️ (pls don't attack me goonsuke fans)

✿   • Doesn't really drink that much when hes out, he'll have something if everyone else is but he rarely gets drunk-drunk. Hes a sentimental one but thats a secret shhhhh.

✿   • has tried smoking weed too but inhaled it wrong and nearly threw up from how hard he was coughing, his face was beet red for the rest of the night, 50% from the coughing, 50% from embarrassment. His friends get him into alot of stupid shit.

✿ • Talks to inanimate objects all the time and rarely thinks twice about it, like he'll bump into a table and say "sorry" or "excuse me", but if it was particularily hard on a sharp edge he'll go "owwUHH!!😠 You bitch...💔"

↑ Holding the drinks in the car still when he makes a sharp turn and saying something like "Hold on tight, Ladies." With a smirk.

↑ Tells his dishes it's "bath time!" and asked "may i take your coats?🧐" One time when peeling garlic.

✿ • Speaking of garlic he helps his mom around in the kitchen alot when making dinner, hes secretly a really good cook from just watching and learning through her but doesn't really like doing it all that much so it never lives up to its full potential. His dad is a bit scary in the kitchen on the other hand so he stays behind him lol

✿ • I headcanon his parents to be very like-..? They try to be supportive of him and encourage him to "try that" or "check out that job application" but on an emotional level they're a bit harder to get through to. Hes convinced they're dissapointed in him 24/7 what with how his mom called him a slacker. But they just want what's best for him.

He knows he'll never be like them. Just like Swansea said, hes not an ace student, career workhorse or a force of ambition. He doubts he'll ever bring in the big bucks. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to try. Hes just lost.

✿ • Hes had multiple low-paying jobs before the Tulpar like record store employée, Video store, ice cream stand or fast food employée. Top burger flipper Dai 😎🍔 but always manages to get fired somehow 🤕

✿ • That pink hawaiian shirt is just one out of dozens. He just likes them so much, each one is different from the other in color and pattern and he audibly gasps with exitement when he finds a new treasure at his local thrifts. They're literally all he wears. Hawaiian shirt, jeans, tee and jewelry. Every day. Maybe a hoodie over in the winter.. But don't mistake him for an outfit repeater.

✿ • Has been bleaching his hair since he was 20, went full yellow-ish blonde the first time but liked the outgrown roots look better.

Needs help with the back desparately 😭🙏

✿ • Had blue hair at one point as a kid and also shaved his whole head at 16 when he was feeling angsty and regretted it like crazy a week later ☠️

✿ • Wants more ear piercings SO BAD but feels shitty asking his parents for money. Grown ass man..

Lowkey also wants an eyebrow piercing but is afraid of it rejecting or getting ripped out somehow (same).

✿ • wears the most fuckass socks under those boots. Bro ONLY has silly patterned socks. Bananas, dinosaurs, stripes, stars, minecraft, spiderman, flowers, cats, literally anything.

RELATIONSHIP HC'S

✿ • Constantly wonders why you're dating him. Like you're just so cool and pretty and hes just "meh" in his eyes. He is so ready for you to dump him for some hung, beefy biker any second the first three months of your relationship.

✿ • Looks to you for your opinion all the time before deciding something. Sometimes it's just "Does this shirt look good??" But other times he really has to double check with you before making a big decision. He undermines himself quite often, he doesn't realize how smart and independent he actually is or could be. Dissmissing his thoughts to hear yours.

Thats when u have to try and mindfuck slash convince him into trusting his own intuition.

✿ • Loves watching you do your makeup (if u wear any). He'll just be sat behind you and watching everything you do in the mirror. Guesses what the products are before you use them.

↑ Wants u to kiss him all over after applying lipstick.

"But, baby, it'll stain :("

"Yes please!" *points to cheek.*

↑ Also begs you to do his eyeliner from time to time when you're going out. Adores the way you hold his jaw and stare at him in focus.

✿ • if you do piercings or are like "in training" hes begging YOU to do the piercings for him ‼️ "Please baby, please, i'llSuckIt,I'llBuyTicketsToThatConcertNextMonth,I'llBuyYouANewCar,I'llDoAnythingJust PLEASEEE pierce my rook!!!!" Hes literally on his knees with his hands clasped together.

↑ if you're not a pro tho, getting pierced together is definetly a date idea. You'd have a jar with the words "PiErciNG cAsH" scribbled on it standing proudly in your kitchen that you both drop money into regularily.

↑ puts on a brave face when the needle comes but bro has the lowest pain tolerance ever. Fainted once. You had to feed him kitkats till he could stand up.

NSFW HC'S

✿ • Is a virgin but not completely clueless, hes come close to losing his virginity before but both he and the other person pussied out. Got a handjob once tho!

He knows where the clit is from watching porn el oh el

✿ • Has moles all over, not just his face. He has a few on his arms and back but the most noticable(prettiest) ones are the ones on his chest and stomach <3 allllll the way down to his pubic bone.

i need to draw that..

✿ • LOVEEEESSS HICKEYS. Giving and receiving, he just can't help himself. Wears those purple bruises PROUDLY and can't wait for you to leave new ones once they've faded.

Loves seeing you with them too, it's just such an ego boost when he pulls back and sees you littered in them for everyone to see and know. But if you really don't want them to be anywhere visible he'll be like urgghhhh fiiinee.

You always have atleast one hickey somewhere with Daisuke as ur boyfriend.

✿ • Likes cowgirl, but his fav position is missionary, he gets so lost in the sause when fucking you dude. Whining and gasping into the crook of your neck as he tries not to bust early, stopping his agonizing pace every once in a while to grind his hips into yours, trying to dig himself as deep as possible before picking his pace back up again.

✿ • Pretty average in size, like 5-6 inches and girthy, his tip is like a #cc8976 and his cum is actually not that bad, he drinks alot of water. like ALOT. Hes literally a human fountain

✿ • is a chatterbox in the sheets, cringes a bit at dirtytalk but like "accidental dirtytalk" when hes inside you MFHH. Babbling about how good u feel. No degredation is flying out his trap 'round here.

- "Mnhh, fuckk.. Feel so good, baby.. I'm close-..!"

- "You're so wet,.. Mfhh-.. Hah.. This wet all 'cause of me, babe?"

- "God you're so hot-!! Hahh.. How could i get so lucky? Hm-?.."

✿ • Is a bit silly on impulse sometimes, hes the type to smile and wave at you if you look back at him during doggy hehehahGJDH

He'll apologize profusely after, trying to supress his giggles when you call him a fucking moron KSJAHSBD

OR

*taps on your ass like a keyboard and inserts his dick*

"I'm in. 🧑‍💻"

Hehe i love silly sex

✿ • He loves cumming inside you so much, holds resentment towards condoms cuz they prevent him from doing so. He likes it RAW and without restraints!! But he respects you and your wishes so if you really want him to wear one he'll suck it up lol

✿ • Hes a munch, but honestly he just loves having his mouth on you in general. Getting sloppy with your sex, kissing up your stomach, latching onto your tits and sucking on your neck.

God just imagine him tucking his hair behind his ears lazily before going to town MEOWWWWWWW

✿ • Needs reassurance. It kinda borders on praise kink(?) but generally he just wants to know if hes doing good. If he sees even the slightest bit of boredom or discomfort on your face hes pulling away immediately to double check.

Once again with the whole "accidental dirtytalk" thing. He'll ask you something, genuienly seeking confirmation.. But he just says it so out of breath and whiny it sounds borderline filthy sometimes.

- "That the spot, baby?"

- "This ok?" / "You like that?" / "Right there, babe?"

He just wants to please you :((

Sigh..

Click

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[pheracy]

Hiii your kuroo headcannons were so cute! Could you do some for kenma plzz?

Kenma Kozume ✦ headcanons

He always wears his phone charger with him, God forbid he sees himself at a social event without the possibility of scrolling incessantly through his weather app.

He doesn't know why, but he always mysteriously wakes up with his feet outside the blanket.

He gets sick very often, but he usually doesn't mind since that gives him the excuse to stay at home.

He has the most awesome underwear, all thematic about a game or series he likes. He especially loves the Minecraft's creeper one and the one with little Pac-Man ghosts Yamamoto bought him as a birthday gift.

He is so sensitive to the cold that as soon as he steps out on the street, his teeth start chattering nonstop.

He is very good at using chopsticks.

You know he has a collection of plushies he's had over the years. When he's very sad, he buries himself in a pile of them and other stuffed animals.

He stays awake at night as long as he can, so when he can't take it anymore, he's so exhausted that when he gets in bed, he falls asleep almost immediately because his brain turns off.

He usually eats 2 pop-ice per day in summer, loves the coke flavour and the lemon-orange flavor.

He showed Kuroo what kpop and asmr are.

He's into Heartsteel (LoL music boygroup) and of course, his favorite character is Ezreal.

He matches the energy of Tomorrow by Together's music.

He dedicated their song "Cat & Dog" to Kuroo as a way to make fun of how he always seems to want to be around Kenma like a dog despite being in a team well known as cats.

Kuroo not only dedicated their song "PS5" back at him but also sings the verses everytime Kenma chooses to play with the gameboy rather than going out with him. He's soo dramatic about it.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ─── ⋆⋅♫⋅⋆ ───

It's me or the PS5

Tell me how you wanna spend your night

Tell me which of us is more your type

Seems like you can't decide

So if it's not me, then I'm probably gonna run it over

─── ⋆⋅♫⋅⋆ ───

He can't for the life of him catch a bus on time; it's like they run away from him.

He changes his wallpaper and lock screen image every week since he can't find one he likes enough to keep it for a longer time.

His handwriting is illegible. According to Lev, it looks like hieroglyphics.

His hair gets greasy real quick.

He only wears the glasses with blue light protector Kuroo got for him while he's there just not to get told off by him. After a while, he realized his eyes don't hurt that much so he wears them more often. He'll never tell Kuroo about it.

He's too lazy to cut the food with a knife and fork, so he eats it in bites.

He has the MOST beautiful laugh, the entire Nekoma nearly cry when they heard it for the first time. Kuroo did.

He convinced Shoyo to ask Asahi where he got his hairband because he's considering getting one or maybe tying his hair up. Shoyo doesn't want him to get bald.

He doesn't know how to swim. He's like a gremlin; you just don't get him wet by any circumstance.

He'd let his partner pluck his eyebrows for him; he'd find it relaxing.

You haven't seen a person who gives less of a shit about sports besides volleyball.

He ends up swallowing the chewing gum almost every time. He forgets he has it inside his mouth after a while and just gulps.

Thank you so much for this request! Thanks also for enjoying the hcs about Kuroo^^ Since I watched the Haikyuu movie, Kenma has grown on me as a character, so coming up with these was super fun. I love that we got to know him better, his struggles and thoughts, and oh my, that POV scene was simply cinema! He's so cute, and honestly, I see myself in him in many aspects; he's so relatable as one of the few introverted characters in Haikyuu. I hope you find these headcanons kinda accurate and entertaining <3 ⏤⏤ headcanons masterlist 🧭 navigation 📬∿ Requests are open and much appreciated! You can check my fandoms to ask for a poem, hcs and more about your fav characters and ships in Eng or Spa 𔘓 Credits: divider by @uzmacchiato ♡ banner template by @tinytowns

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Michael Afton Headcanons

Just a fun headcanon dump to get into the writing mood :) These are super random though. I think I'm possessed.

Mike is a huge pirate fan. He wanted to be a pirate until he was 8 (which is when he wanted to be an astronaut).

His favorite food is lasagna (his mom's is the best).

He's super tall and has always been super tall. The coach ran him down to play basketball his sophomore year of high school.

He's been working for his dad since he was seven. By the time he's in high school, he can basically run any shift by himself.

His best classes in high school are gym, physics and art class.

He would eat at least two full boxes of pizza per day, if he were allowed to.

He's really good at all of their arcade games. His highest score is in Pac-Man, though.

He's super scared of heights.

He went to a British primary school in London before his dad moved back to Utah when he was 6.

He "learned" how to play the electric guitar when he was fourteen. "Learned" is doing a lot of heavy lifting, because he can only read tab and really only learned riffs and some easy AC/DC songs.

Somehow, he's still able to impress people, even though he is clearly just abusing a whammy bar.

He plays basketball, football and baseball. He likes sports because he means he's home less.

He really likes cars a lot. He suped up his truck's engine when he was 16 and has almost wrecked it in races with other high schoolers multiple times. But car stuff is how he bonds with William, Henry and Ralph.

He's been smoking since he was 11. William doesn't really care, as long as he doesn't steal his.

He spends a lot of time taking over house activities for his mom, when she's too tired to get out of bed. This has made him a pretty good cook, though.

He's kind of a cool guy in school, but he's sort of seen as a 'bad kid' and a 'huge asshole', so he's definitely got a smaller group of friends. This is fine, because he's kind of a loner anyway.

He gets pretty good grades, except for in English class (he has dyslexia).

He has a pretty huge crush on Maria Rodriguez. He embarrasses himself to try and impress her a lot.

When he was thirteen, he broke his arm wrestling the school security guard to impress a girl. His friends have not let him live this down.

When he was fifteen, he drove into the school's gym while trying to show his friends a sick car trick over the weekend. His father has yet to let him live this down.

He and William fight a lot. I mean, most of the time. But they're kind of similar people, with similar senses of humor and some overlapping interests, so sometimes they can have friendly conversations with each other.

Mike likes gossiping with his Aunt Vangie (Henry's wife) and his mom.

When he was fourteen, he made up a game of throwing up lawn darts and having the neighborhood kids catch them. This was stopped after a few too many close calls.

He also made a game of rolling kids down hills in tractor tires. This was only stopped after he got bored of it.

He's the kind of guy that punches wholes in the dry wall.

He used to BMX, but Chip is way better at it, so he gave that dream up because he hates being one-upped by his own posse.

He doodles sometimes in class. He likes to impress girls by drawing them. He also likes trying the Fazbear band. A lot.

Foxy is his favorite animatronic. He ships him with Chica.

He rough-houses with Evan and Elizabeth. A lot.

This includes farting on their heads and forces them to smell his arm pit.

He cackles.

He's a cool guy, so he sneaks out to go to parties a lot.

Sometimes this means stealing William's nice cars, which he will always end up regretting.

He likes watching soaps with his mom.

He's the best of all his siblings of picking up his room.

His room is full of posters of hot supermodels and Playboy models, by the way.

He's given all of the animatronics personalities. Bonnie's is the malevolent, in his view.

He's very violent and gets into physical fights with others a lot.

Big undiagnosed bipolar disorder energy.

He chews gum all the time. Literally all the time. It's very annoying.

He had a Mormon baby blessing, but he was never baptized.

He gets invited to church activities sometimes. People almost always regret it.

He dresses in the more general, 80s rock 'n' roll, hair metal style, but he is a goth rock lover.

His middle name is James.

He smokes weed sometimes. But he mostly just drinks.

His mom's parents live in Virgin. He doesn't visit them that often, even though they're kind of close, because William is embarrassed to be associated with them. He is the oldest of their grandchildren, though. (Teen pregnancy things.)

He was sent to a pretty extensive psychiatric programme in Draper after killing Evan.

He graduated high school early.

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Vacation

I was just on vacation and it got me thinking about how TF 141 + König act on vacation with you so here's some headcanons

CW: None

WC: 669

Ghost isn't really the kind of guy to go on vacation. He's a "stay at home and relax" man, enjoying the short amount of time he gets at home with you. "I'm always off on deployment, I don't understand why I would use my time at home to just ship myself off somewhere else," he always says. You're in disbelief when you finally manage to convince him to actually travel anywhere farther than the couch with you. He won't complain though, he'll feel too guilty if he does. So, he begrudgingly putters through the airport with you. Amusement parks are a big no for him. Too many people, long lines, overpriced food? Yeah he'll pass. But, if you take him somewhere quiet and peaceful, he'll love it. If he can sit around reading his books or window shopping in a small rural town, he'll be on top of the world.

König HATES planes. Being 6'10 makes the small spaces difficult. So, expect to be on a train or something much less cramped to get to your destination. He loves to hike and he's very intense about sunscreen use. Expect for him to be making sure you reapply it every two hours and no swimming until it's fully soaked in. Loves going to remote places with a small bed and breakfast. He'll be up early as usual, activities planned out in extreme detail. He has a detailed itinerary of every day. The breakfast is always set at exactly the same time, and he already has a map of the trails you’ll explore that day, marking spots along with estimated times of arrival. He likes to make the hikes an all day activity so he packs plenty of snacks for when you're out so you don't get hungry.

Price is an airport dad. He will make sure you're there several hours early. By the time you get to the check-in counter, he’s already double-checked your boarding passes, your IDs, and even your luggage tags, just in case. You’ve barely made it past security, and he’s already on the phone with the airline, double-confirming the gate and asking the attendant how early they’ll start boarding. He’s acting like he’s planning a military operation. He's basically power walking through the airport to your gate. While you’re busy teasing him, he’s already five steps ahead, securing the perfect spot to sit near the gate, ensuring you’re in an area that’s both close enough to the restrooms and far enough from the crowds. You can’t even get to your seat before he’s asking if you’ve got your passport, your phone, your charger, your headphones, he even offers you a neck pillow.

Gaz is really into the local scene. He spends weeks prior to your trip researching non-tourist spots that locals love. He says he wants an "authentic travel experience." He doesn't really go for the thrill seeking activities, he's much more of a city explorer. He's really into a chill vacation where he can just spend time with you exploring a new place. He's so organized that the whole trip goes smoothly. He has all the documents like passports, plane tickets, ID"s on hand at all times. Takes pictures of EVERYTHING. He loves to make them "artsy". Once you get home he's getting the pictures printed and putting them in a special photo album.

Soap is over the moon when it comes to vacation. He loves a good trip. He's down to go anywhere and do pretty much anything. If you want to go to a fancy resort and just sit by the pool he's more than happy, but if you want to go on a wilderness retreat he's all for it. Loves an amusement park. Even if it's crowded and the lines are long he's still having a great time. He would love trying all the different foods that are in the park. Much like Price, he is an airport dad all the way. He's the most prepared person in that airport (besides Price).

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Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect pt. 3

Buggy Headcanon. Buggy x Reader

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Some Angst, Action, Pirating

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<<< Previously. Part 4 >>>>

• Buggy knew being a Warlord while was a massive benefit added a new target to his back- However he would take advantage of these privileges to protect you- His Darling seamstress wife.

• Buggy with his new status made sure no one knew of you- insisting that he had claimed the island that was his home as his territory and even renaming it entirely to Blue Edge Island- Just so people didn't sniff around the spot.

• However it seemed not everyone got the memo-

• You were in the shop, finishing up the latest thing for Buggy. A wedding anniversary gift for your darling- A nice big coat for him that was white and orange, and styled similarly to his idol and former Captian Gold D Roger's. It was probably your best work yet and you were proud.

• Forced from your creative mind as you heard crashing outside. Quickly walking out confused that a light post or building had fallen you stand out in the middle of the street- Others doing the same as you. That was till an unfamiliar pirate ship could be seen and hoards of the aggressive crew yelled and began to slice through your home- Ripping through your Unprotected people like paper.

• Your eyes widening as you turned to run back into your shop and call Buggy- But you were yanked back by a rough hand, A man with a wicked grin

• The pirate snatching the gold necklace from around your neck and shoved it greedily in his pockets- Not even bothering to check the emblem on it.

• "Captian take a look at this one!" He screamed out, Easily overpowering you as he showed you off. The Captian as grimy as he crew jeered at you and ripped you from his lowly members hands and stared you down.

• "Shes pretty- Find the treasures and other fine specimens like this one! And Take her to the ship!" The man yelled, Tossing you towards other crew members and dragging you away to their ship-

• A act they would regret in time.

• Not far from your home in the East Blue Buggy was sailing- he was less then day away from the home he shared with you, planning to visit in his own way. But He had some errands to run however, mainly to stash some of their recent earnings.

• "Buggy Sir!" A Pirate ran up to the Warlord in a total panic, Buggy who was laughing down at his 'employees' working away after another well done job.

• "What What?!" He yelled, The young pirates hesitanting.

• "From the Transporter snail and a surviving resident of the area- Someone raided Blue Edge Island, a women by the name of (Y/N) and several other villagers have been reported stolen by the pirates who did this" The young pirate babbled out-

• "Blue Edge Island?- Is that the little tourist area in the East Blue?-" Mohji mumbled, remembering Buggy ordering for people to keep away from it entirely. Cabaji nodding at this-

• However what was noticed was how oddly silently Buggy was- they all silently looking at each other then at Buggy whos hands were digging into the wood railing- his eyes dark and he was grunting it teeth so hard it sounded like he was chewing sand-

• "....change course...We are heading to Blue Edge Island Now-" He said in a eerily calm voice.

• No one moved a muscle- All just staring at the Warlord who looked ready to explode.

• "I SAID NOW!" His voice roared, loudly- Everyone feeling a rush like they were being strangled in this moment as they felt true fear pour in their vain.

• "YES CAPTIAN!!" Everyone Shouted in unison before rushing off to do as told-

• You were loaded into the unfamiliar ship like cattle, you and other pretty things the Grimy pirates had ripped from your village.

• The crew members shoving a cloth in your mouth as they loaded you and the other scared villagers into the cells. You and the others bound in rope, shivering in fear.

• Feeling the rocking of the ship as the pirates sailed away from your home, after what felt like eternity a man came down- staring at all of you before opening the cell and yanking you out by force. You screaming against the restraints as he pulled you through the halls of the ship before tossing you into what you assumed was the Captian's quarters.

• The Captian staring at you with a wicked grin, fear coursing through your system as he reached forward grabbing the front of your blouse and tearing it open. You crying at this, he groaned and ripped the fabric from your lips.

• "My husband is gonna kick you as-" You started but he backhanded you quickly to shut you up.

• "Silence! You will be perfect, My perfect little bed slav-" The ship suddently rocked harshly, Him staggering as he looked around confused.

• "The hell?!" The angry man yelled as he pulled his hand away from your ruined blouse. You sat there shaking and terrified as you heard loud fighting from outside. Flinching as the doors were slammed open, fear bleeding into you as you expected the pirates from before to return-

• "B-Buggy?" You say softly, Seeing your husband standing there as he sighed in relief at seeing you tossing what seemed to be a man behind him. Rushing to you quickly and Reaching down to quickly cut away the Ropes that held you in place.

• His glove hands running over your face, Wiping the blood from your busted lip from the slap and his face worse then a storm when seeing the ripped blouse and the bruise around your neck from the necklace being ripped away.

• "Are you hurt (Y/N)!?- they didnt-" Be asked carefully, you shaking your head no which seemed to ease your husband greatly as he scooped you up in his arms with great care.

• The second you were in his arms you began to sob, Pressing your face against him as you babbled incoherently 'I was so scared' You managed to wheeze out as Buggg held you close. Rubbing his gloved hand on your back- You didn't see his face but it was twisted in pure rage then..

• Picking you up fully, Buggy carefully walked you out of the Captian's quarters they had you confined in. The other stolen villagers already safely on his ship to get treatment for their injuries.

• No one had ever seen Buggy this pissed off before- It was terrifying. The other pirates beaten within inches of their lives laying there staring at the Warlord once he returned from tucking you into his bed.

• "I-It was just a village!" The Grimy Captian manages out, wheezing through his broken ribs- Buggy scoffed at this and kicked the man square in the mouth shattering his teeth and making the man scream in agony.

• "THAT Village belongs to me- THAT part of the East Blue belongs to me-" Buggy yelled in rage, Pressing a boot into the screaming Captian.

• "and.. THAT women you tried to violate was My Wife-" Buggy said calmly, that's when everyone seemed to understand all at once. The color draining from everyone's faces drained of color.

• Buggy messed with his gloves, a new set you had just sent him and stained with the blood from your lips- he silently listened to the babbling and bloody Captian at his feet begging for his life- 'I didn't know' 'My apologies' and more sprouting from his busted lips- Buggy ignoring them as he stared at the man.

• "You ripped the necklace from her poor neck that had my Jolly Roger on it- You disrespected my Village and My Wife- However I have more important matters for now... So I won't personally rip you apart with my bare hands!" He hissed, But a wide smile that was clearly forced.

• "Set up the Firework Show-" He Said calmly as he turned to walk back to his ship. Buggy's crew seemed to immediately understand what this ment-

• The beaten crew tied to the mast of their own ship as crates of fireworks were loaded on the ship and forced away from the Big Top, Buggy's Canons aimed at the ship as he stood and watched calmly. Already hearing the screams of the other pirates begging for their lives or trying to escape- However that was a foolish thought.

• "FIRE!" Buggy roared once at a safe distance and a massive Buggy Ball was fired at the rival ship- Hitting directly as it exploded in a devastation of colors and screams.

• The Big Top crew all watching the fireworks in awe despite the carnage.

• "Why the Fireworks sir?" Galdino Looking to his Captian who had an unreadable expression on his face.

• "My Wife likes fireworks..." He said simply before dismissing himself while everyone watched the exploding ship and colorful sky-

• Down below Buggy checked on you, Seeing you were asleep wrapped around his pillows. Clearly having cried yourself out.

• Buggy sat on the corner of the bed, His hand rubbing circles on your leg as you laid there- Thinking silently to himself what he needed to do, guilt eating him alive as he stared at you.

• When you woke up you found yourself surrounded...

• By hundreds of Balloon Flowers. Different types and different sizes all scattered around you. Paired with a fresh outfit laid out perfectly on the bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had done this.

• You smiling as you touched a balloon sunflower so carefully placed next to you and holding it as a giggle left you-

• "So cheesy.." You whisper out softly and smile.

• Once dressed and holding one of the balloon flowers you walk up to the Main Deck, never having been on Buggys ship before the array of colors surprising you. There were also so many people- Everywhere who would stop for a moment to stare at you, Clearly surprised by your presence.

• Spotting Buggy rather quickly by his inflated size you call to the man. Who turns around red faced and comes to you immediately.

• "Get Back to Bed! You shouldnt be up walking around!" He yelled at you, However you knew this was just his pride and worry for you coming out at the same time. Waving him down to be at your eyelevel, he complies without a thought or word.

• Reaching forward you grab his face gently, giggling at the new scruff there and pull him down for a nice kiss over his lips.

• He gave a Goofy Giggle at this, as red as his nose as you smoothed your hands over his parted hair.

• "Thank you for Rescuing me Buggy Boo~" His eyes soften at this, smiling softly.

• "Anything for you Doll" He all but purred out as he peppered kisses on your cheeks and held you close making you giggle happily.

• His eyes widened however as he saw everyone staring at him with their jaws on the floor he awkwardly coughed.

• "Doll-l um let's get you back to the room okay? It's best until we get back to Blue Edge for now-" He said with the gentlest voice and had one of his hands escort you back to his quarters.

• "What are you looking at?" He growled in defense as everyone scrambled back to work.

• Alvida giggled at this point and looked at him "Whats with the Buggy Bo-"

• "SHUT UP!!"

• It soon spread like wild fire that The Infamous Warlord Buggy had a Wife that was WAY too hot for him-