#otp: make me a cocktail man

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[ moscow mule ] - 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗

A/n: whelp since it's 4am might as well write.

Prompt used

[ moscow mule ] - one muse fixes the other a drink to take their mind off of the day past

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It was like everyday, you and Logan would go out for a walk enjoying each other companies. Sex may happen depending on each other's moods then after dinner you'd fall asleep in his arms.

He'd like to sit out on the deck in the early morning so when you heard an unfamiliar voice talking to Logan you couldn't help but let your curiosity get the better of you. Stepping outside in nothing but Logan's flannel shirt you spotted a man in a vibrant red suit.

"Whoa! You're here too?! And still looking sexier than ever I see."

Scowling you stepped behind Logan placing your hand on the man's shoulder. "Do I know you?"

"Weeel this version of you....I'm rambling." Deadpool waved his hand around frantically. "Just did not expect to see a version of you fucking our little Wolverine! How is it...never got the chance to ask the other you."

"Excuse me?!"

You could feel Logan tense under your touch, your lovers finger ghosting the trigger of the shot gun.

"Oh right...I came here for a reason. As much as I love to hear how you too do it..I just need to-." Though Deadpool barely got a chance to react as he was blasted away by the shot gun.

Wrinkling your nose, you watched the unknown man vanish into the portal. You may never get your answers and honestly you didn't care. The only thing that mattered was fixing this day. "I'll be right back."

Slipping away, you returned to Logan with a glass of whisky in your hand. "Figured you could use this after dealing with that."

Snorting, Logan pulled you into his lap as his hand snaked around your waist. Hand moving to your thigh as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. "Much rather have you, the drink is just a bonus to me."

Humming you grasped Logan's hat placing it on your own head. "Well we'll find away to make this day better."

Hand creeping up your thigh, Logan kissed your neck as he set the drink down. "It already has darlin."

[thewiglesswonder]

For the character thing, Starscream? TFA and G1, or your choice.

TFA Starscream

How I feel about this character

He's absolutely insane. He's convinced he's the smartest person in the universe. He hates Megatron so much that he successfully assassinated him and yet was still SIC of the Decepticons up until the moment he orchestrated said assassination. Something had to have happened to him to make him like this. Add whatever that was to the all the shit that happened to him in Animated proper and we have a very interesting character cocktail for me to examine under a lab microscope.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

[...coughs]

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Listen. I don't think that you can be someone's right hand man, military strategist, literal Second in Command without having some sort of positive relationship. Like, there is no possible way that Megatron and Screamer have always hated each other to the point of murder from the beginning of their time knowing one another. It just doesn't track. Therefore, my ideal dynamic for them is "former best friends with something hideously rotten in between them that may or may not be able to be overcome".

My unpopular opinion about this character

He's silly, grandiose, and concerningly single-minded, but he's not stupid. A lot of people who have made that mistake of underestimating him are probably offline.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Would have loved, as always, to just seen more interactions between him and the rest of High Command before things went so south as they do in canon. Like, what the hell does Shockwave "Megatron's 'Most Loyal Servant'" of Tarn think of him??

[i-mybrunettelady]

wip whenever

i was tagged by @archesa! this isn't a gw2 wip, admittedly, but rather a modern au smut scene of cass and one of boyfriends, aka my otp cassmel!! will be tagged appropriately, but be aware there's smut under the cut:

“You’re not helping your case whatsoever, sweetheart,” Melchior says, and moves a hand to stroke up my neck. “She’s not at fault here. If anything, you’re just adding more reasons for that cock ring.” He then looks me in the eye. His gaze is smoldering. “But you want it, do you not? You want it so desperately you are willing to act out to get it?” Breaking eye contact is a struggle. The room falls down to us, to his hand on my skin, to the tips of our noses touching. He’s cutting off room to breathe, almost; but I don’t need air, not when he’s looking at me like that, not when that question hangs in the air. Kathan makes a noise in the background. The counter is my only refuge against the tension under my skin.  Melchior has a way of doing that when he wants to, in a way nobody else does. When he traps me, it feels like safety. With him, the gates of the cage are wide open, but I want to stay inside the bars. A lifetime ago, I would’ve run away from that. Now, I don’t really feel like I need to.  “Kiss me, please,” I say, unable to verbalize any of that. “Before the– the monster contraption, can you just kiss me? Please?”  “Of course,” he says softly. The kiss is deep, yet gentle; his touch is less constricting, and it feels like a warm cocoon despite the fact that he’s about to be very fucking mean to me. The combination makes my head spin, a cocktail of hormones, feelings and hardons, and I hold on tight as his tongue plays with mine and guides it to where he needs it to be. Melchior’s hand slides down to cup my cock - a small, casual squeeze that has me moaning into his mouth before it’s gone far too soon.  “You’re so responsive, darling,” he says and seals the words with a chaste kiss. “Too bad there won’t be any relief for you for this anytime soon.” 

tagging: @antariies @accidentallyadorable @mistrall-art @brightwingedbat @commanderhorncleaver @little-leaf-man @commander-gloryforge @ashalsdream @tricksterpale and anyone else who wants to participate! let's start this trend in gw2 fandom too <3

[andreabaideas]

Sam Claflin BEST on screen couples

Or... Where i make a list (no ratings) with the actresses that i've seen Sam have more believable chemistry with and look cute on screen, even if I think that he so good that he could act romantically with a flowerpot...

But i digress.

I included here also some info about the actresses (ages and heights) Last one because Sam is 1'80 (centimeters) and I personally like couples with a taller man and a shorter woman (typical I know, but hey, the heart loves what the heart loves...)

• Verónica Echegui :

-Seen together at : Book of Love ❤️

-Height: 1'77

-Age : 1983

I adore Verónica, I actually met her once in a restaurant with my family, she was super nice with us !

So i was greatly surprised to see her in a film with Sam. I love the Book of Love, it's super underrated, tbh. Their chemistry was on top and I liked their story too.

Also, go watch their interviews together, they were so cute. Sam trying to speak spanish Its adorable (he tries, he really does try). I leave the video link here :

• Lily Collins :

-Seen together at : Love , Rosie.

-Height : 1'65.

-Age: 1989.

I like Lily a lot, and I found her and Sam really cute at the movie and the interviews too. The chemistry was so strong , I liked them.

• Gemma Arterton :

-Seen together at : Their finest.

-Height : 1'70.

-Age: 1986

I adore Gemma Arterton, especially at Byzantium and Their finest. Their chemistry in that film was off charts, they were like an old couple marriage bickering, but i loved them.

I just wish the film ending was different (I wont spoil, but if you have seen It, you know what I mean).

• Emilia Clarke :

-Seen together at: Me before you.

-Height: 1'57.

-Age: 1986.

I like Emilia, and I found them amazing in that movie, I was devastated with It! I also found their reunion at the Dream It con at London super wholesome.

• Astrid Bergès-Frisbey

-Seen together at: Pirates of the Caribean: On stranger tides aka Pirates of the Caribean 4.

-Height: 1'71.

-Age : 1986.

I like Astrid a lot, she has an intriguing aura, she and Sam were the few good things about the movie , their ship was so cool. I liked them a lot!

• Stef Dawson

-Seen together at: Hunger Games saga Mockingjay I and Mockingjay II.

-Height : 1'55.

-Age : 1988.

I like Stef as Annie, she was cute and delicate, perfect for that character. They were amazing, in fact one of my otps. I live in the Au odesta universe with them fine and thriving (Still mad at Suzanne Collins) Au Its better than canon many times. For the few times that she appears on screen she ate and left no crumbs...And the chemistry was unmatched, I mean, have you seen their reunion at Mockingjay I??

And the wedding at Mockingjay II?? The looks at each other, the dance...

Just perfect. I love them!! ❤️

• Camila Morrone

-Seen together at : Daisy Jones and the Six.

-Height : 1'75

-Age: 1997.

Contrary to other people in DJATS fandom, I did like them together a lot. I think they had chemistry, a Sweet calm one, like the familiarity of a longtime couple, like highschool sweethearts. I loved them, tbh. The wedding was super cute!! You can ship what you want, but be objective , I mean...

How can you look at them and think they aren't cute, like how??!

• Riley Keough

-Seen together at: Daisy Jones and the Six.

-Height : 1'70.

-Age: 1989.

I love Riley, I love Sam, they were amazing together, their chemistry was magical, perfect, unmatched.

Their voices together were awesome , and they looked hot and cute too. Their kisses were spectacular. The Episode 10 (concert and backtage) was 🔥. I loved them ❤️. Their nominations were very deserved (they were very robbed 😡).

Also Riley and Sam on the videos and interviews are so chaotic besties , especially the TikTok... Toktik video and the cocktail or band interview ones were just XD.

That's it.

*Also thank you very much Pinterest© for the images and YouTube for the video.

[perverse-idyll]

5 Things You Never Get Tired of Writing

 Ah, thanks for tagging me, @billsfangearring! I am remarkably witless when it comes to thinking in terms of tropes and personal obsessions. So I’m just going to fake it. Tagging @danpuff-ao3, @titconao3, @liladiurne, @vulnerasanenturmyprince, @squibstress

rules: list five things you never get tired of writing. it can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. then tag five people!

1. I never seem to tire of describing Severus Snape, eyes, hands, greasy hair - even his arse (that’s for you, @consistentsquash​, but I can’t deny it!). I love inflicting a Pathetic Fallacy on him, making his physical landscape reflect his emotional murkiness, the impact he has on the POV character (usually Harry), not to mention blurring the boundary between imperfectly, unpleasantly human and melodramatically, even mythically larger-than-life. I hope that makes sense. I enjoy translating Snape’s moral ambiguities into the messy human dimension  while also leaning hard on ‘the uncanny’ (a way of othering Snape to make him vibrate at a different frequency than that self-same ordinary human version). I guess I want him to exist in between these two states. That’s the only reason I can think of for persisting in writing the extended version of The Lost World. No one needs this story! But Snape as Faust (or maybe that’s Al’s role?), Snape as Cupid, as Tam Lin, as the serpent in the garden… Ugh, this sounds so pretentious. And not Potterish at all! So much for concision. Anyway. You get the idea. My lavish physical descriptions of Snape act as gateways to the Mystery of the Interior. (Yes, I’m being tongue-in-cheek.) But I’ll stop now before my first “thing” on the list turns into an essay. 🙄 And because this reads as completely incoherent. Ah, one more almost-forgotten note: I love to describe Snape sensuously. To bestow on him an erotic existence and subvert or just plain ignore the penalties visited upon ugliness. So if you don’t want to read about Snape pacing through a story being a bitter, hot, fucked-in-the-head, smoldering, ugly man, avoid my fic.

2. Um, thing two. Bittersweet redemptions. Tragic redemptions, too. Also failed redemptions: see Mine the Gall. I’m using the term loosely, because maybe it's just a recovery or a realization, one earned but at a cost that may or may not have been worth it. This is a divide between reader me and writer me. As a reader, yes, sure, bring on the happy endings. They’re the perfect balm to balance the fics that wring my heart (which I grapple to me with hoops of steel). But when I’m writing, I gravitate toward loss and uncertainty and a more tentative kind of hope. I want the reader to feel a blissful pain. I like catharsis. But I also like the reward at the end, for my characters to reach the shore, weary and salt-shriveled and still together. The redemption may not wash away their guilt (looking at you, Severus), but it will still be more than they ever thought possible. Something they don’t believe they deserve - even if ‘deserve’ is the wrong way to look at it.

3. I love UST. Love, love, love it. Slather it around. Make my faves suffer because of it. Even when my OTP has already been locked in passionate embrace for thousands of words, I still want there to be UST, in defiance of the fact that once consummated, it should presumably be dispelled. And of course it must be soaked in equally unresolved feelings - erotic anguish, erotic contradictions, the incongruity of seemingly incompatible people welded to each other by unquenchable longing. The cocktail of unresolved tension - physical desire may be the glass, but yearning, projection, heartbreak, devotion, hatred, and tenderness provide the flammable alcohol. (Terrible metaphor, but I’m at work and can’t do better than that right now.) I love UST because it heightens everything. Even the most minor gesture acquires more meaning than it has any right to. I am not a subtle writer. I thrive on intensity.

4. The cocktail above reminds me - imagery. I’m not sure I could write without it. Periodically I try scraping the barnacles off - but there you go, the first thing I reach for is a metaphor. The elusiveness of meaning is a not-so-secret vice of mine, and imagery brings up those layers. I'm pretty convoluted in my mental processes anyway (not an approach to writing I recommend), and images in fic can evoke complex reactions without resorting to infodumping. Readers - all of us - interpret even the plainest, most straightforward prose through our personal filters, but images can sneak in on a more visceral level. Sometimes, of course, all those pretty phrases just clutter up the scenery. But if I find the right words, it can be the one indelible line, the one haunting moment a reader remembers long after they’ve forgotten what the fic is about.

5. I will keep this short. I like broken characters. I don’t enjoy breaking them myself, but I feel compelled to write about the way other characters cut themselves on those jagged edges. I enjoy mapping out their coping mechanisms, the degrees to which they’re able to heal (although not completely). How little they trust, how devastating their need for comfort can be. How cruel they are, how good at drawing blood, and how they see love as a force that can utterly shatter them. And more in that vein. But I’ve rattled on long enough!

[puropoly]

thank GOD im tagged again im still sick and so bored

thank youu @13eyond13 and @reznorty3 i owe you my life

nickname: it’s always been, irl and online, poly, ever since i made my first online account when i was 11. I think looking back i chose the easier nickname i could think of, but i should’ve been more creative or wild man i was 11. poly? why not maxsteel35566

height: 161cm / 5′3′‘. medium size pumpkin

last thing i googled: “squidward watermelon head”

song stuck in my head: the got dang music from the pokemon violet/scarlet academy i hate it please make it stop

number of followers: tacky question.............

dream job: i’d love something light and social like working at a bar in the beach or something. always wanted to learn how to make cocktails

wearing: long black tank top and the same shorts i’ve been wearing all week lol (they’re not dirty!!!)

a book/movie that summarizes you: im an ignoramus so i don’t really watch movies or read enough books to answer to this question. god, do i really have to say LABB. is that my answer

favourite song: otp song :o)

aesthetic: look at my tag boy

favourite author: listen. i don’t know how to read (bloz i need you to rec me some books URGENT before these tumblr memes keep roasting me)

random fact: i don’t ever get sweaty! even when it gets ultra hot in here (like today) im always able to keep my clothes clean. does that mean im dehydrated? probably, but i smelll FINE

tagging:  @ronnierorivero !

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

MADDIE

1: sexuality headcanon - Whatever makes her happy, honestly. I guess bi, to expand my shipping options.

2: otp - Maddie and Jean.....ripping Sinister to pieces together. I really don't have strong opinions on who Maddie should be with romantically, just let the woman breathe for awhile.

3: brotp - I don't think Maddie and Jean could ever actually be close, but it would be nice for them to have a sisterly kind of understanding. Also maybe Maddie and Illyana? They both understand what it's like to be put through the ringer, go dark and live with demonic influence.

Of course, in your Alt-Marauders, I like to imagine Maddie and Haven, or Maddie and Pyro.

4: notp

Maddie and Scott, obviously. Maddie and (X-Man) Nate. Surprisingly Maddie and Sebastian is NOT a NOTP for me, it seemed like he treated her with respect. If she wants some of that hairy capitalist dick, she can have it.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

When Maddie gets a chance to really calm down and think about everything without demonic influence or getting caught up in revenge, she is going to question all of her personal tastes. How much of it was really "her" and how much was false implanted memory? And how much was Jean? Does Jean prefer to sleep on her side, does Jean take her coffee black, does Jean like classic rock, etc. Maddie goes through a phase of re-trying everything, just to figure out the "real" her. She also tries to subtly get answers about Jean, but Jean figures it out, and they just sit down over coffee and talk. Also, I just really want to imagine Maddie hanging out on a beach, trying different cocktails and eating chili fries. "Don't worry, X-Men, I'm finding myself." She deserves it.

6: favorite line from this character

That bit during Wolverine's wedding, back when Maddie was still normal human Madelyne Pryor, when she sees Lockheed curled up sleeping in her handbag and just turns to Scott and demands to know what the hell he has gotten her into. And yet, she sticks around, like a champ.

Also, that scene in Fall of the Mutants where she turns to the camera and pleads for Scott to find their son, knowing she is about to "die." How can anyone look at that and decide that she should turn evil and die unredeemed?

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Hard to relate to everything Maddie has been through, but I guess I can relate to not always have a firm grasp on who you are as a person.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

That outfit. Yeah, it's iconic, but they really said "Evil = sexy bondage," and then vowed to never let her wear pants again. The underboob is so ridiculous I can't stand it.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Maddie Did Nothing Wrong.

[void-botanist]

Avis & Sorian OTP questions 1/6

I'm finishing out Cady & Declan's version soon but the Sorian and Avis version grabbed me like a vise and the answers basically wrote themselves so I'm gonna queue those up. Here's the first installment.

From this question list.

There are 60 questions, so I’m doing this in 10-question chunks. #soravis otp will give you all of the parts.

Enjoys these two dumbasses pining when they literally don't have to taglist: @vacantgodling Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ? The real question is who has been pressed further in this argument. Sorian is thinking it but he doesn't want to say it because it sounds like a weak retort, so he's saving it as a last resort. Avis is not thinking it but it's true, so with sufficient frustration or a complete lack of other responses, it'll slip out.

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? Avis's entire strategy for this regardless of who had the nightmare is just to hold Sorian until it passes. Which means that unless he wants something else, this is Sorian's strategy too.

Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.) Sorian's too tall for Avis's clothes, so he never borrows them, but he does occasionally start to put something on and then realize that it's not his. Avis tried on his damn sweatpants one time and decided that she wanted a pair and no she doesn't want to talk about it.

Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’? Avis is by far the more offensively protective one. Once she decides that Sorian needs her protection (and she definitely used to, mostly re: Sid's nosy-ass mom), it's over for him. He will be protected. He's not complaining. But he is also protective, with the caveat that he tries to step in only when he can be useful.

Describe their cozy night in. Avis puts on her damn sweatpants and pours them a drink and they sit around half-snuggled up talking about nothing. Or possibly she yells at game shows and he pokes fun at her about it and when she gets annoyed about it she switches the channel to the Rade version of HGTV and throws the remote across the room while she lounges in his lap. He either has a great time or now he's talking back to the prerecorded carpentry experts who are killing that poor house and Avis is getting another drink and being slightly disappointed when Sorian retrieves the remote and turns off the TV.

Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other? Sorian would have the impulse to beg, but he'd hold it back and let her leave. Avis wouldn't beg exactly, but she'd get close enough. But only Avis would actually succeed at leaving for protective reasons because if Sorian tried to do that she would just doggedly go with him.

Would they build a pillow fort together just because? Absolutely not, Avis would say from inside her pillow fort. Pillow forts are only for a purpose and that purpose is I wanted one. And Sorian would appear with an iced drink that has a little umbrella in it. Is the middle of the day on a Tuesday? Yeah. Is that a cocktail? That's for Avis to know and everyone else to discover based on how much sappier she gets (it's an iced tea lol).

What happens if one of them gets sick? Avis acts like Sorian shouldn't ask too much of her, and then cares for him excellently, significantly by making him do absolutely nothing so he can recover faster. She knows that without her there, he would get back to work too soon, and she's right. (But if you want a little comedy she's totally searching "how to care for sick man" when Sorian isn't looking.) Sorian, meanwhile, doesn't make a fuss about it. He just quietly restructures his whole schedule to make sure she's taken care of and also doesn't get back to work or being obsessed about nonsense before she's actually had time to recover.

What are their thoughts on having children? Avis has always been in the No Absolutely Not category. She got a hysterectomy almost as soon as she could. She doesn't have a parental bone in her body and she knows it. (Don't talk to her about that time she helped a twentysomething abscond across the galaxy. That was different.) Sorian wanted to want kids but feels so awkward around them. He feels like he should be the kind of guy who always gets handed the baby and is good at playing with kids but the only thing he could ever seem to manage with friends' kids was just not letting them do anything bad. So the conversation around "do you want kids" was over pretty much as soon as it started.

Describe their first date. They'd been friends for a while, because Avis's walls are high and impenetrable and she wasn't going to bring up dating first, and he said something about the theatre. So she got them tickets to a play she wanted to see partly to find out if he had anything of merit to say afterward. And he did. He had things to say about themes and narrative foils that she hadn't even thought of yet. And that was when she started to fall for him and retroactively considered that their first date. Before they could have an actual first date, he had to pass her second test, which was demonstrating that he was actually interested in her by asking her on a date. Which he did, and made the opposing move of taking her to see one of his favorite movies without mentioning that it was one of his favorites. She laughed in all the right places and understood what was cool about it, and he was pretty much sold at that point.

[alj4890]

I got an ask we know Riley gets kidnapped by Anton but what if Anton was in love with her and he didn’t wanna kill her but makes her his. What if Olivia killed Claudus for shooting drake.

I love the way you think, Nonny! I actually would have eaten this up with a spoon if that had happened in canon. To be honest, I really liked Justin in book 2. If he had been a new love interest, I would have done a play through just to see what happens if Riley chose him 🤦🏻 Of course then we find out he is behind all the bombings and such so...oops, LOL. When I first saw your request, I made an aesthetic with just Justin/Anton and Riley in mind. I completely forgot to add a definite OTP of mine, Drake and Olivia, to it. Smh. The story though will definitely include them along with Riley and Justin. I am so tempted to turn this into a series 🙊

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Masterlist

True Intentions

It had happened when he had not been paying attention. It shouldn't have happened at all. He had one goal. One mission. Nothing had ever come to mean more to him than that. Nothing. No one.

Until Riley.

He knew he shouldn't have spent so much time with her. He shouldn't have helped Maxwell in picking the right dresses for her. He shouldn't have stuck around to see her come out of dressing rooms, an excited smile upon her face, as she twirled around for them to give their opinions.

It had taken all his will power to keep from telling her what he truly thought. Riley's beauty was simply stunning, not because of her outer loveliness, but more that he saw her inner beauty shining through each trial she faced. Her strength amazed him. Her wit brought a smile to his face. Her kindness touched his heart.

It made him begin to long for things he shouldn't. They shouldn't be a part of any dream or plan he had.

And yet...she was beginning to crop up in his thoughts. In his dreams.

In his plans.

He winced as he tried to get comfortable.

His plans hadn't exactly gone as he had hoped. In fact, he should have talked to his men and explained that Riley was not to be a target.

Thank God for Drake. If he hadn't jumped in front of her, she would have been taken from me.

His lips twisted in another painful grimace.

"Are you in pain?"

Justin looked up and tried to smile. "Just a little."

His nurse shook her head. "I told you to buzz before it got too bad." She gently checked his wound.

"I don't want to be a bother." He mumbled.

"You aren't." She patted his hand. "You aren't any trouble at all." Her nose wrinkled. "We had a few nobles cause unnecessary problems when the attack happened."

"Really?"

She rolled her eyes. "Some were knocked down during the chaos and demanded they be admitted."

He chuckled softly. "Sounds like something they would do."

"It's a shame that good people like you were seriously hurt while those spoiled nobles try and take all the attention." She readjusted his covers after administering some more pain medication in his IV. "I don't know why King Liam is so hellbent on bringing them back to court."

"What do you mean?" Justin tried to fight the effects of the pain medicine. "What's he doing?"

"He and Lady Riley are going on some type of tour to some of the major houses to personally invite them to their wedding."

His brow furrowed.

A unity tour. That would work on these small minded individuals. It was a smart move. The public were already Team Riam. Once the royal couple convinced the most powerful houses to come to their wedding, all the other minor lords and ladies would follow suit.

"Well played, Liam." Justin's eyes drooped closed. "Well played."

**************

He couldn't believe that they not only convinced Madeleine's entire family, but also somehow got all of Portavira on their side.

"What's the plan?" Claudius asked.

"We need something big to remind everyone that we aren't a one trick pony." Justin told him.

He looked out the window. Leaves were beginning to change with the first hints of autumn in the air.

A hint of a smile appeared as a plan began to form.

"It would be a shame if Cordonia's apple orchard had a bad year, wouldn't it?" He eyed his second in command.

Claudius chuckled. "It really would."

******************

Justin watched as every channel showed the devastation of the orchard near Applewood. He couldn't help but smile over Riley making the people love her even more for her righteous anger. Her promises to bring those responsible to justice along with making the orchard bigger than before made him nearly burst with pride.

She had grown into her role more so than he had ever imagined. Gone was the timid young waitress from New York who uttered no comment when reporters surrounded her. She was a confident woman now who could think on her feet.

Justin thought she was more attractive than the first time he had seen her floundering in front of the cameras, in desperate need of a hero. It hadn't been a bother to rush to her side then and put his arm around her. Her wide eyes had lifted to his and he had nearly melted from her beauty.

He still couldn't believe that she forgave Liam for choosing another over her. Granted Madeleine impressed him with how she could manipulate reporters into spinning a story to her advantage, but Riley was so many things that the cold countess was not. She deserved better than what she got.

And he planned on giving it to her.

*****************

A week after the orchard burning, he turned to see the one rarely far from his thoughts.

"Justin!" Riley rushed over to engulf him in a hug.

"How's my favorite media darling?" He asked.

She leaned back and gave him that smile that was brighter than flash bulbs. "Much better now that I know you're recovering." She playfully glanced about before whispering, "Save me from Madeleine!"

He laughed as he hugged her once more. "I don't know. I've seen her work and can't find fault with it."

Riley pouted. She linked her arm with his as they walked down the hospital hallway. "I prefer your guidance to hers." Her nose wrinkled. "It's weird being told how to act by Liam's former fiancée. I know there wasn't anything between them, but still."

Justin patted her hand. "Tell you what. If Madeleine is unable to do her job or you decide to fire her, then I will gladly step back into my old position." He dug around in his pocket for the earpiece she had used during Liam's engagement tour.

Her smile reappeared. "Old faithful."

"I'm always Just-in-time." He teased.

*****************

It had been too close. He hadn't expected Riley to go anywhere near Constantine. And there she was, by Liam's side, graciously accepting some necklace from the old man who had destroyed her initial happily ever after.

His heart had nearly stopped as he watched rubble fall around them. Riley had frozen in fear over Liam's safety. It was a nightmare come to life as pieces of the wall and ceiling began to collapse.

At least one good thing had come from this: one king was dead.

It sadly wasn't the king he needed to die.

Justin began to plan how he would comfort Riley once Liam was gone. He wouldn't have to tell her it was he, himself, who orchestrated his death. But he would make certain to enjoy the benefits of it.

His eyes narrowed over another slight problem he had.

He was going to have to kill his own wife too.

******************

Lythikos...

It had been almost too easy. Madeleine was already in need of a distraction after hearing Liam gush over how excited he was to marry Riley in a few weeks. Once she requested a fruity cocktail, he knew then that the poison could go undetected taste wise.

The bartender left to go replenish the champagne. Madeleine's irritation over having to wait on a refill was drawing attention.

"Here." He grinned at her. "Allow me to make you another."

Her eyes widened. "Aren't you that press secretary that helped Riley?"

"I am." He began to mix a strong cocktail for her while adding the poison, all right under her nose. "And I must say you are the best I've ever seen."

Madeleine's irritation disappeared over the compliment. "I am, aren't I?"

"Riley's lucky to have someone so knowledgeable in ways of both the court and public like you." He added.

"Yes, she is." Madeleine muttered. "I'll do anything for my country, even if it is a thankless job."

"You should be recognized for your sacrifice." Justin handed her the deadly drink.

"Yes, I should." She took a gulp.

"How is it?" He asked.

"It's the only good thing here." A tipsy grin appeared on her face when she saw Riley. She grasped Justin's hand and pulled him in her wake. "Let's go say, hi."

"Boooooo!" Madeleine giggled when Riley turned around. "It's the ghosts of press secretary past and present."

"The what now?" Riley lips trembled with suppressed laughter as she looked up at Justin for clarification.

"I'm the ghost of press secretary past." He winked at her.

"OoooOooo!" Madeleine swayed where she stood.

"Whoa, there." Riley tried to steady her. "You okay?"

"She's had a little too much." Justin mimed drinking.

"It's a party!" Madeleine slurred. "It's in the worst place ever but it's a party and I'm going to...going to..."

"Enjoy it?" Riley offered.

"Extractly!" Madeleine's brow wrinkled over that not being the right word. "Expactly?"

"Exactly." Justin corrected.

"That."

The crowd quieted around them when Olivia took the stage to offer a final toast of the evening to Liam and Riley's wedding.

"Woo!" Madeleine cheered.

Riley and Justin tried to shush her.

Her giddy smile fell as her rosy cheeks drained of color. "Somefing's not..."

"Madeleine?" Riley lost her grip on her when she swayed violently to the right. "What's--"

Madeleine hit a table, causing the plates to clatter and the vase of blood red roses to fall over.

"I hate this place." She collapsed on the floor.

"Madeleine!" Riley dropped to her knees and tried to bring her to. "Liam! Mara! Come quick!"

Justin stepped back as the two came to see what was wrong. He watched as Olivia made her way through the crowd to find out what the all the fuss was about.

"What's wrong with her?" Riley asked.

"She's been poisoned." Mara whispered.

*******************

Justin loved seeing the delighted surprise once more on Riley's face when he said he would take over Madeleine's duties for the rest of the tour. It would have been a perfect moment if Liam had not been standing there. He was ashamed to think of his nearly giving himself away when he panicked at the sight of Olivia walking in behind him.

He wished Lucretia would quit trying to push Olivia into going into the family vault. She had a sick sense of humor in wanting her niece to discover she was already married. For some reason, she did not approve of the way her niece depended on her friends for support.

Justin knew the power friends could have. Had he not been trained by his own parents' friends, he wouldn't be the worthy man next in line to the throne. His comradery with his own men inspired their loyalty and willingness to die to make him king.

He needed to distance himself from Lucretia the moment they got out of Lythikos.

****************

She was supposed to come alone! Why did she bring Riley? I can't kill her. I need her. I deserve to have a choice in the one I want ruling by my side. The people already adore her, much more so than they admire Olivia. I was supposed to become free of this marriage. Once she and Liam are dead, I'll be able to be king and have--

"Justin?" Riley's eyes were clouded with confusion as she looked first at a picture of him dressed in a royal uniform. "What is this?"

"I'm sorry, Riley." His voice cracked on her name.

Justin reached in his pocket and pulled out a revolver.

Lucretia cackled with glee as she told her niece the truth about her marriage.

Justin stood there silently as the woman he loved shook her head in denial.

She's so incredibly sweet to doubt a friend could be the bad guy. I hate that I can't pull her away from all this and simply explain why I should be the ruler of Cordonia. I deserve it. I worked for it. My entire life was made for me to take the crown. She would be able to understand that. Look how far she's come in her own life. Who could imagine a waitress from some dive bar in America would come to be the next queen of a small European nation?

"Do it already!" Lucretia hissed. "Shoot her!"

He couldn't do it. Even as he held the gun steady, pointed directly at the woman he loved's heart, he couldn't shoot Riley.

"Get away from her!" Liam ordered.

Justin spun around to see the king and guards filling up the narrow passageway.

"I thought you said this was secure." Justin snapped at Lucretia.

"It was." She held her hands up in surrender.

Justin watched as she stepped forward, pretending to stumble.

His eyes widened as once again his love was trapped within a collapsing room.

He managed to see her safely end up in Liam's arms before escaping through a hidden passage.

He left Lucretia to the guards. She had served her purpose and was sadly of no use to him any longer. Now he could plan what he truly wanted to happen.

*******************

Liam and Riley's wedding day...

"I don't care who you kill. Olivia and Riley are to be taken alive." Justin told the small team of men he was sending in. "If you have to wound them to get them here, make certain Riley's is non life threatening.

He ignored the questioning look Claudius sent his way.

"Bring them both to our stronghold." His eyes narrowed. "Do not fail me."

****************

Later that night...

"Good work." Justin straightened his jacket. He wanted to look his best when he saw Riley again.

Claudius smirked at him. "Just think of all the men we would still have if you had let me go alone."

Justin chuckled. "True, but at least we are free of our weakest links." He smoothed his hair back. "Now take me to our guests."

***************

"I know the real Justin is somewhere in there." Riley leaned as far forward as her bindings allowed. "You helped me gain the love of the people. You know that if you kill me, the people will not readily accept you as king."

He couldn't help but smile. "I know and that is why I don't intend to hurt you."

"Then why kidnap us?" Olivia demanded.

He turned toward her. "If I'm to be king, then I have to take the necessary steps to claim the throne." He motioned for Claudius to come in.

"You're the one who shot Drake!" Olivia shouted, struggling against the ropes biting into her tender skin. "You'll regret that."

"And you tried to kill me!" Riley added, narrowing her eyes.

"That was a mistake." Justin quickly said. "You were never to be harmed."

"Then why all the attempts?" She asked. "Why do you persist in--"

"You weren't supposed to be here, Riley." He knelt down in front of her. "You should have stayed in New York until the time was right"

Her eyebrows drew together. "What are you talking about.

Justin asked Claudius to remain with Olivia while he took Riley somewhere private.

"If you think for one second that I will remain with this man while you take her away go do only God knows what," Olivia's chair creaked at her straining to break free, "then you don't know what a Nevarkis is truly made of!"

Justine rolled his eyes over her rant as he untied Riley from her chair. He kept her ankles and wrists bound together. He swept her into his arms and carried her out.

Olivia's shouts were silenced by the sound of a hard slap.

Riley struggled in Justin's arms. "What did he do to her? OLIVIA?!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Justin, please don't--"

"Nothing's happened to her." He took her into a surprisingly clean, yet drab, sitting room.

Riley was dropped on a chaise lounge. She eyed the door then Justin.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He repeated. He gently cupped her cheek, fingers brushing along her jaw line. "I love you too much to ever harm you."

Riley stilled. She looked up at him. "You what?"

He knelt before her. "I'm in love with you. It didn't hit me until you told me you had accepted Liam's proposal on the train. I didn't plan it, but I refuse to hide my feelings any longer." He smiled at her. "You've proven yourself as the rightful Queen of Cordonia. Once Liam and Olivia are dead, you and I can rule this country as we see fit. We'll--"

Riley shook her head. "Justin," she believed he was deranged and knew she had to handle this carefully, "I'm flattered. Really I am. I mean, we both know I would never have gotten this far without you."

His smile grew at her realizing she owed him for her meteoric rise within the court.

"But if you kill Liam and Olivia, the people will not feel any love or loyalty for you." She tilted her head as she studied him. "Surely you see the problem with this plan."

"People respect power." He explained. "They respect someone who fights for what is rightfully his. Since my birth, I have been meant for something greater. My parents, Olivia's family, even my soldiers realized that I alone am worthy to rule over this country." He focused once more upon her. "And I've seen that you are the one to do so by my side."

Riley shook her head. "Justin, I am honored," her voice cracked on that lie, "to have your love but I can't accept it." Her eyes filled with tears. "I'm in love with Liam."

"Riley, he didn't choose you." Justin argued. "He left you on your own to fight against nobles, the press, even his own father. You deserve so much more than being an afterthought."

Tears slipped down her cheeks once more. "That wasn't what he did. He was trying to protect me. And I--"

He leaned down and kissed her.

She froze at the touch, refusing to participate.

"Once Liam's gone, you will see the truth." Justin promised.

"I won't." Her eyes narrowed. "As long as I live, I'll hate you with everything within me for taking him from me."

"You don't have it in you." He shook his head in amusement. "You've forgiven everyone. Olivia, Penelope, Madeleine, even Constantine. You never hold a grudge."

"You'll be my first." Riley vowed. "Liam is the love of my life. If you ruin my chance to finally be with him, I will never forgive you. As long as there is breath in my body, I will find a way to destroy you."

"You are amazing." He murmured, knowing she was speaking from her heart. He couldn't wait for that devotion to be for himself.

"Anton?"

The two turned to see Claudius in the doorway. "Liam should be here any moment."

Justin nodded and told him he would meet him and the rest of the men downstairs.

He lifted Riley in his arms and placed her back in the cell with Olivia.

His wife had the bruised imprint of Claudius's hand on her alabaster cheek. Blood had dried on her bottom lip. No tears had fallen from the force of the hit. Her left eye was bloodshot as she glared up at him.

"Liv?" Riley choked out. "Are you--"

"I'm fine." Her harsh answer echoed in the chamber. "It will take more than some two bit thug to hurt me." Her eyes did a quick scan to make certain Riley wasn't hurt.

"If you will excuse me, I have to go prepare for Liam's last night on earth." He retied Riley to her chair.

She threw her head back with all her might to connect with his face.

His glasses broke from the force of her strike. Blood poured out his nose as he stumbled away from her.

"Don't ever," his voice dropped to a hiss, "do that again, my love." He gripped her chin and jerked her face up toward his. "You will learn how to behave soon enough."

He slammed the cell door and left them alone.

"Did he hurt you?" Olivia whispered.

"No." Riley bit her bottom lip. "Not yet."

*****************

"Where is my wife?" Liam demanded.

Justin couldn't help but be impressed. The young king was standing before him, completely outnumbered, yet didn't show the slightest flicker of fear.

He asked the one question that he himself would have asked if Riley was taken from him.

"She is well." Justin replied. "Which is something I can't promise about your own well being."

"I want to see her." Liam bit out. "Now!"

Justin's chuckle was interrupted by a hastily whispered message from Claudius. His head jerked around to search the dim hallway as if doing so would reveal the missing prisoners.

How had they escaped?

"You don't get to make demands here." He snapped at Liam.

"Let Riley and Olivia go." Liam ordered. "And I will take their place." His eyes narrowed. "I know it is a temporary one."

Justin couldn't help but smile. The man was indeed brave to trade his life for Riley and Olivia's.

"No!" Riley screamed out from the stairs.

Chaos broke out as she led the charge to attack the Sons of the Earth. Justin watched as she ran over to protect Liam's back.

The couple were doing their utmost to protect the other from harm.

Their friends were taking his well trained soldiers out one by one. It was embarrassing to see how pitiful his men fought.

Olivia moved into his line of sight. Fury blazed across her delicate features.

"I'm impressed." He told her, unsheathing his sword. "I should have searched you myself."

"Trust me." Olivia circled him. "It will be the last mistake you'll ever make!"

She lunged at him. He easily parried her attack. "I think you've forgotten that it was your parents who gave me the same training you had."

"I think you talk too much!" She twirled about, bringing her daggers up to stop his sword from meeting her shoulder. He grunted from her heel piercing his leg as she pushed off to break his hold.

They continued to try and deliver punishing blows to the other. She was desperate to kill the man who was after her friends and country. He was anxious to be free of their marriage.

He noticed from the corner of his eye Claudius and Drake fighting. His second in command stunned the commoner with an uppercut to his jaw, causing Drake to stumble back into a wall.

Olivia heard the scuffle and followed Justin's line of sight. Her face paled at Claudius moving towards Drake to end him once and for all.

With a flick of her wrists she not only slashed Justin but threw her other dagger at Claudius. It struck true along the side of his neck, cutting into his jugular. He let out a garbled scream as he fell to the floor.

Justin hissed at the deep gash she had made along his ribcage.

Seeing that it was a lost battle, he hopped the banister and began to rush upstairs. He would have to go into hiding once more before orchestrating another attack.

"This ends now!" Riley yelled out at him.

He spun around to see both her and Liam rushing toward him. He raised his sword, determined to put an end to the man who stood between him and the throne. He hesitated when Riley jumped in front of her husband.

"You're not taking him from me!" She raised her battle ax. "Every time you try, I will stop you."

Does Liam know how lucky he is? She waited on him to choose her. Twice! And now she stands here, ready to defend him to the death. How could any man not fall in love with Riley?

His refusal to fight her was his downfall. He was pushed over the banister by the royal couple. While his breath was knocked out, Maxwell and Hana bound his hands together behind his back.

He looked about at his fallen and captured comrades. His attention was drawn toward Olivia and Drake. The pair were covered in blood and bruises, yet they were leaning against each other. Drake had his arm around her while softly speaking. Whatever was said caused Olivia to press even closer to his side. Her arms slipped around his waist. Her eyes were closed tight as she allowed him to hold her.

Justin had suspected something more between the pair. It looked like his coup for the throne had accomplished something for them.

Bastien and the rest of the King's Guards rushed in. After talking to the king and new queen, he collected Justin and hauled him outside.

On the way, Justin met Riley's eyes.

There were so many things he wanted to explain to her. He believed she would have been on board with his plans for the kingdom. Once he had killed Liam and Olivia, he would be the benevolent king the country needed. Gone would be the purpose for pompous nobles. He would have established a council of Cordonia's citizens from all walks of life to advise him. People would be rewarded and honored for their service instead of simply being born to the right parents.

And she would have been his queen, guiding and protecting all she deemed worthy.

"Riley, I..."

"You will never ever hurt those I love again." She hissed.

"Take him away." Liam ordered, keeping his arms locked around his wife. "He will be dealt with in the morning."

Justin knew then that it was pointless to try and explain. She would never give him a chance after all that had occurred.

For the first time in his life, he realized that his intentions didn't matter to the one he loved most.

[monocytogenes]

AND PRANA: 10, 13, 38!!

(this is for the OTP asks and yes imma indulge you with your OTP)

10. Describe their first date.

Lol, I feel like this is one of those ships where they wind up in a lot of situations that look like dates, but it's really them talking about work stuff at a spaceport cantina or whatever so it doesn't really count.

I can picture Lana organizing something kind of archetypically romantic once they're both like 'I guess this is a Thing now', e.g. inviting him to a fine restaurant in some part of Imperial space where he's not going to get scrutinized. This of course entails her going like 'Pravin you need to wear a proper suit and not have your shirt half open' so he winds up in something like this, and then she shows up in a sexy cocktail dress. And yeah, they have this moment where she's like 'wow he cleans up really nicely' and he's like literally just realizing he's only ever seen her in robes and armor and is all 'oh fuck, tits.' And yeah, they order dinner and cocktails, he entertains her with some of his 'crazy shit that happened in the field' stories where he has to redact everybody's names, she talks about her life and they bond over both being the kids of rich businesspeople, and they knock back enough cocktails that she dares to grab him and make out with him after they leave. (I get some 'I'm an introvert who's kind of awkward about romance because I have intense feelings but don't want to come on too strong' vibes from her. Which is fine by Pravin because while he likes her as a person, she is still Sith, and he's treading a liiiittttle more carefully than he might otherwise.)

13. Who’s the bigger tease?

Honestly, I see the teasing being kind of mutual, lol. Pravin definitely starts out being the obnoxiously seductive one because he's Like That, but once Lana gets more confident in the relationship she dishes it right back to him. She can sense his emotions, so she pretty quickly figures out what works on him, haha. (Also, I have this hilarious headcanon that they try for a while to keep their banter and come-hither looks on the down low so Theron doesn't realize what's up, but it's really not discreet at all. At some point he's all 'oh for fuck's sake get a room' and Lana's kind of mortified, lol.)

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla?

This is a FASCINATING question, actually, and let me tell you why (under the cut because I'm going to talk details)--

Pravin, in spite of the inadvisable amount of sex he's out having, isn't really kinky at all. This is largely because while he's tried several kinky activities, it's all performance to him, and acting is basically what he does as a profession. He doesn't want to have to plan; he wants his actions and reactions to be as chill and natural as possible, even if his partners don't necessarily know his real identity.

While this wasn't really a factor before the events of his class story, he also came out of that whole thing with some very particular hangups about being restrained, feeling like he can't breathe or see, and the like. For instance, being manhandled in the throes of passion is okay, but do not tie him down; he's either going to emotionally dissociate or have an anxiety attack.

Lana, on the other hand, I see as sexually adventurous (which isn't that unusual among Sith.) I feel like she's had some but not a lot of sexual experience, and her first encounter with Pravin ends up being really nice because he's very communicative and, well, fucking great at pleasing a woman. She comes out of it all like 'oh man, there's a whole world of things I could try with this guy' and knowing how slutty he is, I imagine she winds up a little surprised when he does respond with some hard no's, lol.

From a kink perspective I imagine she's a dominant-leaning switch; while Pravin doesn't really occupy that framework, I think he's usually the giving partner in his encounters on account of his experience and rather enjoys when one of them takes initiative and he can occupy a more receptive role. And yeah, he'll indulge her desires to get a little rough with him or inflict a bit of pain on her if she's feeling that, so long as she also gets him off the way he wants.

(Another funny headcanon: they've had a few mishaps here and there. Lana totally tried to throw some degrading dirty talk at him on a whim once and he started losing his shit laughing and completely ruined the mood. There also was totally an incident where she got so into topping that she started pinning him down with the Force and he freaked out, wrenched an arm free and struck her--cue an abrupt stop and profuse apologies from both parties.)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Bloody Mary prompt for Rocky if you can please! Some cute breakfast fluff shenanigans with the sweet boy and some pancakes!! X3

A/n: Rocky and his love for pancakes is so cute

Prompt used:

[ bloody mary ] - they meet for breakfast after having to spend the night apart

*ೃ༄ cocktail-inspired otp prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

He did his best to arrive at your little flat on time, he always loved to head to your home. You were one of the best cooks he knew, Rocky loved how you spoiled him. The young man was already head over heels for you but your culinary skills really put it over the edge.

Pushing through the door way, his heart was hammering in his chest, your name spilling from his lips wondering where you were.

"In the kitchen Rock-"

Though you barely had a chance to even finish the sentence as Rocky wrapped his arms around your waist. "WHAT ARE YOU MAKING?"

Doing your best to not flinch from his loud voice, you shifted your body. "Pancakes...like you asked for"

Still vibrating with excitement, Rocky set you down so you could finish as he sat down at the table. His eyes went wide, mouth watering as he watched you set the plate down in front of him. "They smell soooo good y/n!" Already shoveling the food in his mouth he watched you sit down across from him. "Youshluld openyourownresturant"

Humming for a moment you gave him a crooked smile eating your own food. "Thank you Rocky but while I'll enjoy your compliment's, you could at least swallow first."

"But me talking while I eat just proves how good it is!" Rocky exclaimed as he waved his forked around, syrup nearly hitting you in the face.

Sighing, you rested your cheek on your palm watching him. "Right...well thank you Rocky"

"You'rewelcome!"

[morathicain]

for the OTP asks, those were the otps I was familiar with shin/neo/miw: 14 and 34

PatPran 39 and 44

TianPhupha 4, 5 and 17 (although we already answered 17 recently on dm lmao)

RamKing 31 and 50 I realize that's a lot for one ask so just pick one OTP or the questions you wanna answer i feel bad now fjiref

omg omg omg you have NO idea how happy you made me with this ask! Don't feel bad pls, bc now I am allowed to ramble about my favourite people *_* and I won't just choose one bc I am hyped for all! Thank you so much <3

Shin/Neo/Miw:

14: What song fits them perfectly?

Okay, so I'm usually one more for vibes than lyrics, so it's actually "Hey Brother" and mostly because of this MV, but the combination of both always makes me emotional q.q

34. What’s their favorite nonsexual activity together?

Sooooo, I have this headcanon that both Neo and Miw love to wait at the harbour for Shin to come home. And for all of them together it's also sitting at the beach, doing nothing for once. Maybe mixing some cocktails, cooking for fun or just being quiet together, enjoying that they are safe with each other <3

PatPran:

39. Who gets hit on the most?

I'd say Pat because he has this bright and open smile and shows it more often. But once someone sees Pran smiling, they will for sure be attracted to him. Some daring specimen might even hit on him then :P I'd say tho that Pat seems more approachable because he's more extroverted.

44. How do they make up after a fight?

Lots and lots of cuddles and late night talks and sex. Basically being very touchy and clingy to reassure each other that all is well.

TianPhupha:

4. What do physical trait do they love the most about each other?

Oof ... okay, so Tian loves Phupha's smiles the most. Especially since they are subtle and hidden and rare. He loves them even more when Phupha shows it more often. But there's of course one reserved only for Tian <3

Phupha loves Tian's hands. We know he took each opportunity to touch Tian's hands and I believe it reassures him that Tian is in fact there with him and well. And he's a sucker for romance (am I doing this right? I don't know any longer XD) <3

5. What personality trait do they love the most about each other?

Phupha loves Tian's bravery and stubbornness. Despite everything this man doesn't give up. He didn't even give up Phupha and he found his own way, even if it was hard and painful.

Tian loves Phupha's cheeky side. When he lets loose and shows his soft, playful side. Like when he's with the kids or when they're alone. It lightens the whole room with happiness and shows how comfortable Phupha is right then.

17. What do they have in common?

Their love for the people around them and the village. I think it's something they have connected over and that brought them from pure attraction to actual love. Because through the way they care, they were able to see the other in a new light.

RamKing:

31. What’s a perfect date for them?

Okay, so those two are suckers for small gestures and since especially Ram is very introverted, it will be something calm. Maybe a walk in a botanical garden so King can ramble and Ram can listen and watch. I just remember I even wrote that one for them, so yeah, my headcanon XD

50. Who would protect who in a dangerous situation?

Okay, so Ram is definitely the one who'd jump to the front first. We know King has been hiding behind him when the dogs ran out of the room. Buuuuuuut Ram has his own fears and King will protect him as well. I'd also say it depend on what the danger is because both are ready to go feral for each other if the other is hurt or in danger.

Thank you sooooo much, this was a lot of fun and I hope my sleepy brain worked well enough for the answers to make some kind of sense :P All the best to you and a wonderful night! <3

[lathalea]

*cracks knuckles*

1, 5 and 14

Ah, welcome, Herald of Doom, Monarch of Saltiness, Sultan of "I'm Too Old To Be Bothered By This Shit", to my humble ask box! 💙 I bet you already know some of the answers, but since we're doing it in public, I'd like to take a moment to inform my faithful readers that now would be a good time to prepare pitchforks, torches, and Molotov cocktails. Ready?

Ahhh, perfect 🖤🤍 Let me see... Where was I... 1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? In The Hobbit fandom, I have problems seeing when people glorify a toxic relationship based on the movies - I'm talking about Bagginshield. (Here you can already start composing angry anons about me being an (1) evil bitch, (2) homophobe, (3) racist, (4) whatever else comes to your beautiful minds, been there, done that, got the t-shirt, sweetlings 🥰) Having been in a toxic relationship myself in the past, I couldn't help but notice all that triggering behaviour in terms of a relationship: the taunting, the rudeness, the way movie!Thorin kept on belittling Bilbo or ignoring him (I still wish they would have made Thorin more in line with the book btw, but licentia poetica, character development, ah well) - anyway, that's not a good basis for any relationship, people. If someone you like treats you this way and keeps on hurting you constantly - walk away. And don't even get me started on the events portrayed in BOTFA. When a person isolates you from others, saying that they are all evil, suddenly pampers you and then wants to kill you (no, don't give me the "dragon sickness" excuse, we're talking about traits toxic behaviour in general) - this is not a sign of love. These are huge red flags too - run. The other side of the coin is, when you're in a relationship with someone and they start trusting you, stealing the most important thing for them, something of immense value to them, and then disrespecting their culture, betraying them by giving it to their worst enemy, betraying their trust is not a behaviour of a person in love. It is equally toxic. Now, I know Bagginshield is a comfort relationship for some people, and I respect that. If it works for you and makes you happy - keep on doing it! Cherish it and have tons of fun with it! But please respect opinions of other people and don't try to force content on others that is extremely triggering to them, okay? Thank you 🖤 One man's meat is another man's poison, as they say.

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? People tried to ruin my sweet, beloved Boffins for me, and they almost succeeded at one point... But! I recalled I'm too old for this 💩 and decided not to be bothered by the opinions of others. In other words:

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom? The Hobbit fandom is general a lovely place with tons of wonderful, inspiring people I've met and became friends with (I love you, my lovelies 🥰), but, unfortunately, it suffers from a certain problem 😢 It pains me to say it, but... this is a salty response to a salty ask, so brace yourselves.

Sadly, this particular fandom has has the highest concentration of toxic/entitled people than any other fandom I've been a part of. And that includes the "my headcanon/OTP is the law because I say so [alternatively: this canon character belongs to me and only to me]". NEWSFLASH! No, sweetie, that's not how fandom works. We are a community, and we are here to support each other. We are supposed to enjoy our favorite books/movies, not fight over them 💙 @theresonlyzuul et voila! ;)

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Spin The Bottle

(Once more for real)

Hiccstrid - Modern AU - T-rated

Summary: Hiccup and Astrid agree: Their relationship is too fresh to expose it to their overly nosy friends. But when a game of drunk Spin the Bottle presents them with a dare including ice cubes... They  might be too distracted to care.

Notes: What can I say? This is just another piece of mindless fluff for my OTP. And I had a lot of fun looking up various dares for this short! 😁

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With one fluid motion, Hiccup manoeuvred his car into a free but terrifyingly narrow parking space. 

Show-off, Astrid thought to herself, even as she was smiling fondly. Luckily, it was too dark for him to see; in practical tasks like this, her boyfriend was more than confident enough already.

Boyfriend… That word still sounded so strange, at least in regards to Hiccup. Even in her own head. 

"So… what's the plan?"

"What plan?" Her hand was already on the handle to open the door, but at the tense tone of his voice, she paused.

Hiccup motioned toward the house in front of them, the Thorston’s home. Through the windows, they could see that most if not all of their friends were already there, getting ready for the twins' monthly meet-up. The times where they’d spent every day together as they’d done in high school or college might be over, but that didn't mean they couldn't stay in touch anymore. Or have ridiculous and silly sleepover parties.

"I mean, what are we, officially?" Hiccup elaborated. "What do we tell them, how do we behave?"

"Oh, that…" 

Astrid bit her lip, pondering. After all, it had been only two weeks since her and Hiccup’s years-long friendship had turned into something more. She honestly couldn't be happier about the days filled with joy, about the nights of the previous weekend she’d spent in his arms, or about how his hand in hers felt so incredibly right and the way his easy smile made something in her chest flutter every single time again. And yet...

“I think… I’d rather not tell them,” she eventually replied in a low whisper. 

Hiccup audibly exhaled. “All right.” He paused, and Astrid could almost hear the gears in his head turning. “But, uh… Do we really care if they know about us?” 

She took a moment to think, shrugging a little insecurely. “I mean… we don’t, I guess,” she said, feeling the heat of a blush on her cheeks. Reflexively, she pushed a strand of hair out of her face to hide it, even though it was too dark for Hiccup to notice anyway. How could she explain how she felt and at the same time reassure him that she wasn’t embarrassed to be with him? “It’s… all so new, you know? For now, I just want to share it with you. Does that make sense?”

Slowly, Hiccup nodded, the outline of his unruly hair moving in the dim light. “I… guess it does.” 

He reached for the handle of his door to get out of the car, but Astrid took his hand and pulled him back. She didn’t want him to feel rejected, because that really wasn’t why she wanted to keep their secret a little longer. Awkwardly leaning over to the driver seat, she pressed her lips to his in a sultry kiss. Hiccup grunted in surprise, but only one heartbeat later, his arms wound around her, taking her into one of his embraces she loved so much. Smiling against his lips, Astrid deepened the kiss, opened her mouth to let his tongue slide against her own before she pulled back again. 

“We will tell them, tomorrow morning at the lastest, okay? I just want the time to be right. If we tell them right away, they wouldn’t stop teasing and questioning us all evening.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean,” he hummed. “And it’s okay with me, to wait, I mean. You’re right, of course, you are. One of the infamous Thorston parties with drinks and fun and bantering certainly isn’t the best time. Can you imagine the endless ribbing? Although, I bet Snot’s face would be to die for. He’s been bragging about getting you to date him one day since forever.”

Astrid snorted. “As if I’d ever.” She placed another quick peck onto Hiccup’s lips. “I think I choose much better.”

His face lit up, visible even in the dim light. “Alright. Let’s get in there before they start worrying where we are.”

At the door, they were greeted by an already tipsy Ruff – although, with the twins, that wasn't always easy to tell.

"Heeeyyy," she drawled, and pushed glasses filled with colourful cocktails into their hands. "There you are! We thought you two had gotten lost somewhere. Or were making out on Hiccup's backseat." Both Hiccup and Astrid stiffened, but Ruff apparently hadn’t been serious, giggling as if she’d made a great joke. "Come in, come in. We've just been waiting for you before we get started.” Ruff disappeared inside, and Hiccup and Astrid shared a bemused smile before they followed her. 

Just good we live so close together, Astrid thought as they took off their coats and shoes and placed their over-night bags by the stairs. That way, nobody wondered why they arrived together; they'd picked each other up ever since Hiccup had gotten his first motorbike so many years ago. 

Ruff had been right, everyone else was already there. Snot, Fishlegs, Eret and Dagur, and even Cami had made it in time for once. They were greeted with the usual excitement of not having seen each other in a while, and the first hour or so was spent on eating delivered pizza, drinking cocktails and beer, and filling each other in on their lives. Eret and Dagur had finally started looking into apartments to move in together, Cami had met a girl at a club a few days back and planned to meet her again next week – a good sign after her bad break up three months ago from her noticeably absent ex – and Snot, Fishlegs, and the twins had successfully survived another week of their outdoor experience weeks at the college. When it was Hiccup’s turn, he animatedly talked about the new puppy his parents had gotten a couple of weeks back, even had pictures ready, and Astrid was proud to announce that she’d finally gotten herself a motorcycle.

“Hah!” Dagur exclaimed, clapping once, loudly. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the adrenaline forever. See? We finally rubbed off on her.” He nudged his boyfriend with his elbow. 

Eret, however, merely snorted. “You know, Dag… I think it was more Hiccup’s success than ours. With them being friends since forever and all?” 

“Yeah,” Astrid quickly jumped in. “Hiccup wouldn’t stop talking about how great motorbikes are, so I got one just to shut up his annoying babbling.”

Eret smirked. “Totally makes sense…”

She wasn’t sure whether she liked the expression on Eret’s face as he looked her and Hiccup over. But he directly changed the topic by downing the rest of his beer and offering to get new drinks, so she didn’t bother wondering further. She did exchange a quick glance with Hiccup, though, just to feel a little more at ease. Was Eret suspecting something?

It felt strange to Astrid to keep this secret, to not tell her friends what was on the forefront of her mind at any given moment. How happy she was that she and Hiccup had made up their mind after so long, how she’d rather move over to the couch or one of the big bean bags where she could cuddle up to him, how she constantly wanted to peck his cheek or his lips, just on a whim. 

But at the same time, she really didn’t want to elaborate, not just yet. If they told this news now, the questions would never end. And because she knew her friends and their state of drunkenness, the questions wouldn’t be modest or sensible in any way. And their relationship was just too new, to her and in general, to burden it with this condensed kind of curiosity. 

After every piece of pizza was eaten and everyone was at least a little bit tipsy, Ruff and Tuff insisted, as always, on playing a game to pass some time. However, their choice didn’t just let Astrid raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Spin the bottle?” Snot asked, incredulously. “Are you serious? What are we, twelve?”

Dagur, totally the grown-up man he was – not – snickered. "If you were twelve, Ret and I would be eighteen already and way too cool to play with toddlers like you." 

"Yes, yes, grandpa," Tuff waved Dagur off. "Come, sit down over there and I'll bring you your rheumatic blanket in a minute."

Everyone chuckled at Dagur's grumpy face, until Fishlegs was the first one to sober up again. "Seriously though," he mumbled. "We're not playing the 'seven minutes in Valhalla' version, right?"

To Astrid's relief, Ruff shook her head. "Naw, we're not really twelve, remember? Also, I think there's barely a combination left that we didn’t already have." She looked around, thinking. "Yeah, I at least have been to Valhalla with all of you. No, I've been thinking of something else. I prepared these–" she held up a stack of paper cards, "–with entertaining dares. We pull a card and then spin the bottle to see who's the lucky winner who gets to perform. And I'm telling you, some of these dares…" She trailed off, snickering.

Snorting, Astrid shook her head. At least, there was nothing that would be too embarrassing to perform before her friends. They all know each other for too long to be fazed. 

As long as I don't have to kiss Snot or something, she thought, shuddering. It was bad enough that he sat down to her left when they all made themselves comfortable on the cushions lying in a large circle on the ground. Hiccup had a point, after all. Snot still hadn’t stopped trying to hit on her, even though she’d made it clear, more than once, that she wasn’t interested. 

She’d managed to have Hiccup sitting at her right, and even though she really wanted to reach over and take his hand or snuggle into his arm, she tried to be content with at least having him close. She just hoped Ruff’s game would provide enough of a distraction to not go crazy with longing. 

As it turned out, the game was more than sufficiently distracting. In fact, it was absolutely hilarious and great fun. It started out with something relatively harmless. Not that “Let everyone look through your phone for a minute” couldn’t be embarrassing, but since the bottle had picked Fishlegs as the victim, it wasn’t all that exciting, either. 

“Seriously? All you have on your phone are pictures of your dog?” 

Snot actually seemed surprised by that fact, which Astrid found almost as amusing as the cute picture of Meatlug sleeping in a highly uncomfortable-looking position. 

“Now, I’m mad we didn’t get the chance to look at your phone, Snot,” Cami shot back, smirking. “Although, I bet it’s just full of gross porn.”

“Oh, shut up, Cami,” Snot grumbled. “As if yours would look any different.”

Laughing, Cami stuck her tongue out at Snot, and Astrid couldn’t suppress a grin. If Snot was trying to embarrass Cami then he’d have to do a lot better. 

The next dare was honest to the Gods hilarious, making Astrid wonder whether the twins had looked them up somewhere or had come up with them themselves. Generally, she thought they must have looked them up, but ‘having to bend at the waist so that the person was looking through their legs and then run backwards until they were able to tag someone with their butt’ was such a Thorston thing to think of! And, fitting enough, Tuff ended up as the one to do it, stumbling around with everyone laughing as they tried to escape. Being pretty far from sober made it even funnier; Tuff stumbled and landed on his butt at least three times and not colliding with the others was practically impossible as everyone tried to get away from Tuff. And if Astrid enjoyed running into Hiccup and staying in his embrace after they kept each other from falling for a little longer than was necessary? Well, in the general chaos, nobody noticed. 

Astrid had to admit that this game idea was definitely one of the best the twins ever had, it was such fun! They got to watch Ruff weeping and wailing her way through five minutes of her begging the person next to her, Dagur, not to leave her for the person on her other side, Cami. The combination alone was hilarious, and Ruff’s acting skills were excellent. By the end, they were all crying with laughter. 

They got to watch Cami perform a pole dance without a pole, which she managed surprisingly well, and then Dagur doing a belly dance ‘as if his life depended on it’. As expected, he went all out, earning himself cheering and applause from everyone, and Astrid wouldn’t have been surprised if a similar performance might get repeated in Eret’s and Dagur’s bedroom on another day. 

Hiccup got off easily, having to speak in an accent for the following five rounds. Not a difficult challenge, given how well he was able to imitate his father and uncle, but still always entertaining. Almost as entertaining as Eret serenading him – specifically the person to his right. Just like with Dagur, subtlety wasn’t in Eret’s nature, so he went all out, using his best singing voice, falling to his knees, and arms gesturing wildly. It was a fantastic spectacle to watch. 

Astrid herself was more than content with her first dare, doing as many push-ups as she could – and then one more. 43 wasn’t exactly a record number for her, but still good enough to show off a little. Fishlegs and Snot were visibly impressed, the twins miming to be bored to death, and Eret and Dagur who were gym-buffs just like her cheered her on right through to the end. The best reaction was certainly Hiccup’s though, his eyes dazed as she stood up again. Other men she’d dated had been intimidated by her strength, but with Hiccup, it was the opposite. He loved how strong she was, had even admitted that it turned him on, and seeing how it affected him now made her blush more than anything else. Gods, he was just perfect, accepting and even loving her just the way she was.

Snot had less luck with his first dare, relatively speaking. To Astrid, it would have been nothing, but ‘posting an embarrassing picture to your social media account’ was clearly something Snot loathed. She half expected him to take the post down again as soon as he could, but the twins would make sure that it never truly vanished.

They played several rounds with more dares to follow, like opening a bag of chips with nothing but your mouth – Tuff excelled! – and picking someone from the group to give you a spanking. Poor Fishlegs was probably one of the few, if not the only one, who had not wanted that dare, but Astrid assumed that Cami went gentle on her childhood friend. Snot did a surprisingly decent job at doing a magic trick, and Eret had to run around the house three times with a handful of ice cubes shoved down his underwear. A rather unpleasant experience, if his high-pitched yelps and unashamed curses were anything to go by.

“Oh, oh, oh, finally!” Ruff sing-songed when she picked another of her cards, a far-too-innocent grin on her face. “I’ve been waiting for this one! Okay, listen up. Snot, put that glass down, I need you all to be sober enough to get this joke.” 

As if Snot drinking one more mouthful would change anything, Astrid thought giddily, clearly not unaffected by the alcohol herself. At least the twins had accepted not to mix too much alcohol into their drinks during these parties, or else nobody would be conscious anymore by now. 

“Okay, ready?” Ruff looked around until she had everyone’s attention. “So, here’s what the next vict– erm, participant has to do. Hiccup in between every word for the next five rounds.” She looked around, grinning victoriously. 

There was a moment or three of silence before snickering could be heard from all over the room. Oh, how they were all acting like the grown-ups they were supposed to be – not! 

Hiccup groaned loudly, his head falling back against the wall behind him with an audible thump! “Seriously? We’re down to nickname jokes again?”

“We never left that level, H,” Tuff replied with clear satisfaction in his voice.

“Oh, come on,” Ruff giggled. “You’ve got to admit, it’s awesome! I just had to include this one when I found it!”

“So, do I get this right?” Dagur threw in, a mischievous grin on his face. “I have to do Hiccup between every word I say? This will be a looong game!” He gestured at the bottle between them. “But okay, I can do that! Spin that thing. I’m so ready for this dare!”

Caught somewhere between exasperation and fits of laughing, Hiccup groaned, “Oh, Gods…”

Astrid bit her lip at that sound. She had to keep herself from blurting out an overly-excited ‘Me too!’. Tipsy as she was, she couldn’t help her thoughts regularly wandering to her right, to Hiccup and to all the things she wanted to do with him to draw more of those groans out of him. But even just putting her hand in his for the tiniest of skin-to-skin contact would draw more attention than they’d agreed upon. So instead, she looked at Dagur, eyebrows raised and with the appropriate amount of amusement on her face. 

“You know, Dag,” Eret deadpanned. “Given how much you talk, you’d both die of exhaustion.” There wasn’t the slightest hint of jealousy in his words, just dry amusement and a certain glint in his eyes. Given the boys’ open and relaxed attitude toward their relationship, Eret probably wouldn’t mind watching such a spectacle. “But if you want, I volunteer in case you want to practise first. Though maybe not today.” 

Dagur pouted. “Spoilsports...” He took the bottle and gave it a good spin, then actually groaned in disappointment when the top didn’t point at him… but at Snot instead.

All eyes were on him, expectantly waiting for his reaction, but Snot just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, – hic! – I – hic! – won’t – hic! – do – hic! – my – hic! – cousin!”

Everyone burst out laughing and the game continued, with a noticeably quiet Snot for a few minutes. 

Another highlight of the evening was certainly Tuff acting like a chicken for a solid ten minutes, and Ruff got off easily by letting her brother shave her legs; everyone knew it wasn’t the first time he did that. 

“Okay, the next one can go two ways,” Ruff announced, frowning at the card in her hand. “‘Transfer an ice cube from the mouth of one of the persons next to you to your own.’ Now, the obvious way is a kiss, but we’ve done that so often, it’s getting boring. So I want to suggest a funnier way. One has to spit the ice cube out in a high arc and the other has to catch it with their mouth. Which method you use is up to you.” 

“Ew, isn’t that a bit gross?” Fishlegs complained. 

Cami snorted. “Not grosser than other things we’ve done. Remember that one time we tried to make the most horrid concoctions to drink we could imagine? Now, that was gross!”

“Uh, don’t remind me.” He shuddered at the memory, and Astrid really couldn’t blame him.

Snot leaned over to her. “I’d still choose the kiss,” he whispered, winking at her.

It made her roll her eyes, made her want to shove it in his face that the only one of those present – no, the only one in general! – she wanted to kiss was Hiccup. Hiccup had been right, seeing Snot’s reaction would be hilarious. 

“Okay, on we go,” Ruff announced, spinning the bottle with a flourish. “Here’s hoping to see some ice cubes fly around the room now.”

Only halfway interested in flying ice cubes, Astrid reached for her cocktail standing on a low sideboard behind her. Her head was buzzing pleasantly, and she really rather wanted to keep it that way. She only started to pay attention to the game again when Snot next to her leaned forward.

“Ah, yes!” he exclaimed. “That’s it, slow down, little bottle. I’m right here. Yeah, that’s right, and now stop. No, don’t go further, I’m here, no, wait…” 

Astrid stiffened, her eyes on the slowly spinning bottle now, too. Please, don’t pick Snot!, she thought desperately. He would pick her as a partner, that much was clear, and she really did not want that! He could be a great friend, but she wished he'd get rid of his fixation about them dating one day.

"Ahh, so close…" Snot whined as the bottle spun past him and got to a halt just a few moments later. 

He slumped back into his bean bag, and Astrid relaxed as well, sighing in relief. Danger averted, for now at least. Her good mood didn't last long, though; only until she noticed that everyone's eyes were lingering on her.

"Well?" Ruff asked, grinning. "Who and how is it going to be?"

Of course!

Astrid groaned inwardly. The bottle spinning past Snot meant that it had landed on her. Somehow, her alcohol-addled brain hadn't made that connection right away. 

Grimacing, she accepted the small cooling tank with the ice cube. And now? One of the persons next to her meant either Snot or Hiccup. Well, at least that was a choice easily made. She turned to her right.

"Eh, what? Oh, come on, babe. You can't be serious! Him? Really?"

But Astrid studiously ignoring Snot's complaints behind her as she turned to Hiccup as her partner. Snot had never mattered, now even less than ever before. But what was she supposed to do now?

It should be an easy question, she mused. She wasn't in the mood – or sensible state of balance – for silly acrobatics like catching a flying cube with her mouth. And she really wanted to kiss Hiccup! The question was just… would she be able to hold back and be content with an awkward dare-kiss between friends?

When her eyes found his, she found the same question written there, his cheeks endearingly flushed. The others would assume he was embarrassed, having known about his crush on her for ages when he'd only confessed it to her a couple of weeks ago. But that was good, wasn't it? When they wouldn't expect anything? 

She took one smaller ice cube from the tank, her mind whirling. All evening, it had felt weird not to acknowledge their relationship to the people that mattered most to them. But now? Now, it wasn't just about not telling them. It was about actively lying to fool them. And for what? To keep their feelings a secret? As if they were something embarrassing, something dirty or forbidden, something to be ashamed of?

That didn't feel right!

Slowly, her eyes wandered from the cube in her hand to Hiccup's again, and she didn't even need to say or do anything. Hiccup had come to the same conclusion as she had; she could see it in his eyes, clear as crystal.

Without ever looking away from him, she crawled to where Hiccup was sitting and straddled his lap, ignoring the sounds of surprise from their friends. His hands landed on her hips to steady her, the gesture natural and sure. Nothing like it had been in the beginning when he'd been shy and careful. It had been sweet then, but she preferred him like this; bolt, confident, not afraid of her reaction.

She held her gaze locked to his intense eyes, even as she lifted her hand and he obediently opened his mouth to let her place the ice cube on his tongue. However, all obedience was gone a second later and got replaced by mischief when he closed his mouth again and tilted his head in a clear 'come and get it!' motion.

Smirking, she took the challenge. She was dimly aware of the others gaping, but the moment her lips touched his, she couldn’t care less about them. In an instant, they were lost in their own little bubble, just she and Hiccup giving in to the demanding longing that had built itself up all night.

It started as a relatively chaste kiss, just her lips brushing over his. Astrid hummed at the contact, having missed it dearly over the past few hours. Her hands rose to cradle his jaw and his neck, just feeling the heat of his skin and the pleasant scratch of his stubbles, while his were still on her hips, reflexively pulling her closer. His warmth seeped into her even through their clothes, his chest against her own, his legs beneath her. It felt wonderful, and she wouldn’t have minded staying like this forever.

However, she did remember Hiccup’s challenge, the ice in his mouth. Her tongue poked out, gliding over his lips before pushing to demand access. With a rumbling moan from deep within his chest, Hiccup complied. The cold of the ice made her shiver, but not in a bad way. His hands glided up her back, one hauling her closer as the other wandered on to caress her side, her breast. The memory of their watching friends flickered up in Astrid's mind, but only for a heartbeat before it was gone again, pushed aside by her desire to be close to him.

Their kiss became deeper as she tried to somehow get a hold onto the ice. Hiccup was good at pushing it around, always out of reach, and it left their tongues whirling around inside his mouth. Without her help, her body followed, shifting in Hiccup's lap and grinding down, seeking, wanting more. 

She couldn't say for how long they made out like this. Endlessly. Not long enough. By the time Astrid pulled back, the ice cube she held victoriously between her teeth was barely more than a tiny shard, only moments away from melting completely. 

"Ha! I won!" she stated, grinning. 

Chuckling, Hiccup shook his head. "You know, Milady,  it was never about winning, right? Besides, I don't feel like I've lost, either." 

He leaned in for another kiss, just a quick peck on her lips but it was enough to make her hum pleasantly. 

"Mmmh, very true…"

"Okay, did I miss a memo? What just happened?" 

Tuff's disbelieving exclamation made the bubble abound them burst. Sheepishly, Astrid turned in Hiccup's lap to look at their friends. Their faces showed expressions of surprise and shock in varying degrees, a little smugness mixed into it in Cami's and Eret's case. 

"Uh, well… the thing is–" 

Hiccup began, and Astrid went on. 

"–We might have something else to tell you."

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And for those wondering: No, I haven't forgotten For The Love Of A Princess! The next chapter is written and in its final editing stage. :)

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oThank you for the ask!! And for on of my favorite fandoms <3

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Neil Josten, hands down because that boy is so sassy and I love him

Least Favorite character: Thea. Her character is in like one scene. I have no attachment to her and her relationship with Kevin is toxic for both of them.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Andrew/Neil, Andrew/Neil/Kevin, Matt/Dan, Wymack/Abby, Renee/ Allison

Character I find most attractive: Matt Boyd. I like tall boys and he is so sweet but also has this chaotic dumbass Bi energy that I love

Character I would marry: Allison. She is attractive, can match my sarcasm, she can take care of me financially, we can judge other people while sipping cocktails at brunch and she would treat me like a queen.

Character I would be best friends with: I wanna say Neil or Andrew cause I would love to be their friend but it’d probably be Kevin. Trauma, drinking and history would bond us. 

a random thought: I think that Andrew and Neil don’t adopt a kid in the future, but I can see Andrew and Neil opening or working with some type of youth service/housing for runaway and abused children and teens where they help them through a variety of ways i.e. sports, art therapy, schooling, psychologists and the other foxes donate and take turns helping out.  

An unpopular opinion:  I don’t really have any unpopular unpopular ones/ I guess it’d have to be that I don’t hate Aaron. He wouldn’t be my favorite character but I see all his actions through his trauma and his twisted relationship with Andrew.

My Canon OTP: Andrew/Neil. I don’t think I need to say much on this, but just the way they respect each other and support each other is so sweet and soft for two boys that are used to violence.

My Non-canon OTP: Renee/ Allison. Give me my lesbian exy players. Give me Renee and Allison holding each other up after brutal matches and kissing each others bruises.

Most Badass Character: Andrew or Renee. They have both been through so much and are strong in different ways. But both would fight till bloody for those under their protection.

Most Epic Villain: Ichirou. That man was only in a handful of scenes but gave me chills. Plus he wasn’t whiny or ranting. He was cool and calm and scary.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Aaron/Kevin. Just no thanks.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Maybe Seth. Or Aaron. Seth because I just found him to be very one dimensional? I didn’t know enough to really feel enough for him, more I felt Allison's pain over him. Aaron because Nora could have shown the strain in the Twins relationship and theirs with Nicky without the homophobic comments? Like yeah, have him grumble about Nicky’s comments but there’s ways to do that without making him homophobic

Favourite Friendship: Neil and Matt. They’re just so pure together. And I love how Matt was introduced to this 5′3 jumpy kid and went ‘NEW BESTIE, MUST ADOPT’.

Character I most identify with: I identify with Andrew a lot because I suffer from insomnia and depression but also Kevin because of his driven nature, his interests and his panic attacks.

Character I wish I could be: Probably Renee. I wish I could have her outlook but also defense skills. I also want her style and hair 

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For the ask meme: 002 for Fisto and 001 for Fisto/Arcade 😘🤪

002: How I feel about this character: Where do I begin? From the moment I first saw the glimmer of fluorescent tube lighting hitting off his metal chassis, I knew my heart would forever belong to him. Truly, I know now that I will never assume the position for anyone else.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Absolutely every adult in the Fallout universe. I believe that people travel far and wide to feel Fisto’s stiff metal embrace.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I picture him off-duty, sitting on the stoop of the Atomic Wrangler, smoking a cigarette and beeping gently at one of the giant rats in Freeside (the rat is called Mike).

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think everyone should stop writing crack fics about him and instead write in-depth character studies which examine his life quality. Is he being paid properly? Does he have adequate breaks? Most importantly, does he kiss and tell?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I really wish they’d been more specific about Fisto’s cleaning subroutines. Like, those pincers get disinfected regularly, right?

My OTP: Fisto & the Toaster from Big MT. I believe that Fisto will teach the Toaster to love, and show him the error of his ways. Together they will make not war, but beautiful music. Fisto is an incredible fingerpicking guitarist, and the Toaster will happily jam along on the harmonica.

My cross over ship: Fisto and Blankie from the Brave Little Toaster. It’s been approximately 20 years since I watched that film, but from what I can remember, Blankie is incredibly neurotic and could probably do with some rest and relaxation in his life. Fisto would be the ultimate chilled-out boyfriend.

A headcanon fact: Fisto actually listens to all his clients and grows incredibly sad listening to their tales of romantic woe. Secretly, he plays matchmaker in his free time, setting up blind dates and wiping an oily tear from his eye when a previously-single client informs him that they no longer require his services.

001: When I started shipping it: approximately 10 minutes ago

My thoughts: Idk, man. Arcade gets freaked out enough by ED-E and I know that’s because it’s Enclave technology, but I’m not sure he’d be immediately on-board with Fisto. 

What makes me happy about them: Fisto is a really great listener and would be able to draw Arcade out of his shell. Once Arcade got over his (very valid) fear of having his confessions stored in Fisto’s memory banks, I think he would find in him an excellent (if potentially rusty) shoulder to cry on. 

What makes me sad about them: All good things must come to an end, and their love could not last forever. Arcade will eventually grow resentful at Fisto’s many lovers, and ask the robot to run away with him. Fisto will tell him that his clients need him, that Arcade must find someone who can provide him with the companionship he truly deserves. As Arcade sits, desolate, on a flea-bitten Atomic Wrangler bed, Fisto will open the door to the room and turn, motors whirring gently as he says: “I was not programmed to love, Arcade… but some feelings are too large to be contained in a subroutine.”

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: Considering the line above is the only things close to an Arcade/Fisto fanfic I’ve read, I’ll have to say the trope of making Fisto speak like the protagonist of a Jane Austen novel.

Things I look for in fanfic: For the fanfic to exist, that’s a big one for me.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I believe Fisto would have other affairs, but would never heal his broken heart. Arcade can go off with Boone, or whatever. I always write him as perpetually single and on the verge of alcoholism so he probably deserves some happiness?

My happily ever after for them: They’re both reclining in deckchairs on a sunny beach, both wearing sunhats and sipping cocktails, holding hands. Fisto tries to put suncream over Arcade’s back and ends up burning the shit out of him since his (metal) hands have heated up to 80 degrees and he didn’t realise.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: Arcade is the big spoon. Fisto likes to feel secure.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity: Skipping stones on Lake Mead. Fisto automatically calculates the exact force and angle for optimum skip length and number, but sometimes lets Arcade win so he feels better about himself.