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heartfullofleeches · 4 months ago

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Candy yans my beloved... just in time for Halloween too 🎃👻🍬

How would your candy/dessert yans feel about the holiday? Would any of them celebrate? And who wouldn't mind reader taking a little nibble out of them as part of the celebration? 👀😋

A list from most willing to let you take a bite to least/which have the most holiday spirit.

CW: Candy Cannibalism/Gore (Don't worry they all grow back with sugar or other ingredients used to make them)

Sucrose [Taffy]

A pure delight to spend the holiday with you! It's the biggest time of the year in their candy store next to Christmas and Valentine's day, but nothing makes Halloween right without creating a special candy feast for theirs truly. He'll throw in a few treats off the shelves, but he'd be making a fool of himself if that was all.

A special someone deserves a special treat. Like a Taffy heart bumping syrupy sweetness all for you

Nurse M [Candy Blood Vampire]

Speaking of feasts, this nurse has his fill and more on this day. Between candy bowls left on porches and humans walking along at night, he'll be will fed until new years. All terrific as all of that is, Nurse wouldn't mind you taking a drink from them instead. There's nothing sweeter than the feel of your lips against him.

Cornelius [Candy Corn]

You want to spend the holiday with them? And it's not a prank? It must be a miracle... The only thing that would make the night absolutely perfect is you taking a bite or two out of them. He'll make the most extravagant sculptures and candles to decorate your home with. Forgive them if they cry, but perhaps you could use her tears to make another treat?

Mocha [Chocolate]

Romantic~ Snuggling up together as the night grows old, passing out treats to whomever knocks on your front door. Their specific brand of chocolate is only for adults though, and there's only one person they want to share it with. As the knocks grow less frequent, you can unwind by nibbling on them to your heart's content. Mocha can be a little... squeamish when your teeth make contact with their skin however.

Jolie [Cotton Candy Clown]

A day where humans dress up and eat tons of candy? Where's the petition to make halloween year around? It makes her a little sad to see the negative rep clowns tend to get in horror, but how can she be worried about that when she has you to cheer her up and entertain? Each time you successfully pass out a piece of candy to someone she'll pop a piece of her hair into your mouth so everyone gets something sweet-

Kreme [Donut]

One best thing ever created after powdered sugar- Kreme has been polishing their skills with human clothing all year to create the Halloween costume of your dreams. They'd love to show you off to everyone - after they figure out their own costume. Do you think they'd look better in purple or orange frosting?

Lollie [Lollipop]

Take her to the nearest haunted house and her life is yours- Just try to make sure she doesn't get into any fights when someone scares you. It's probably best if you don't bite her, but she wouldn't mind a lick or two as long as she can return the favor.

Gumi [Gummy Bear]

This is....nice. Everyone's dressed up, nobody will think he's a freak. Maybe you and him could go outside for a little while? He'd like to look at all the decorations put up by others, and the way you look in the moonlight. If you want to eat a piece of him that's okay too if he can hold your hand

Fluffi [Angel Food Cake]

What a fun holiday, he wonders how long it'd take a person to tell a corpse from a prop.... He's just joking, it's still a funny thought you. Has anybody been mean to you recently? He isn't asking for any reason or something silly like hurting them. Have a slice of cake and forget everything he said :)

Izzy and Cinnabar [Ice Cream and Cinnamon Roll]

While they aren't the traditional sweets for this holiday, Izzy and Cinnabar live for the domestic bliss of celebrating such events with you. Cinnabar will sprinkle some orange dye into her frosting to be festive. Izzy would be more invested in capturing every second of every moment you all have together on his camera.

Chip [Cookie Dough]

Would you prefer cookies with white chocolate chips or the regular milk chocolate? Chip isn't a huge fan of Halloween itself, but he will take any opportunity to bake for you. He'll even go the extra mile by using cookie cutters of pumpkins and bats.

Marlow [Marshmallow]

Wake them up when it's time to pass around the presents! Oh? That's a different holiday? They hope you'll still accept their gifts regardless- Shakes off that sleepy spell to make marshmallow centered desserts fit for the holiday. Why go outside when you can lay in bed with them and watch cartoons?

Marina [Bubblegum]

Halloween's fun and all, but it's even better if you're easy to scare. You can hold his hand if you're afraid. Chew on his fingers or tongue if you're really frightened.

Malik [Sour Belt]

You think they want to hang out with you on Halloween? Relaxing together and watching horror movies- Holding you closer during a climatic scene, kissing you as the credits roll? Well they don't, so don't ask. It's not like they'd tell you if you did anyway.

Lockjaw [Jawbreaker]

Doesn't really get Halloween since humans eat candy year round, but has fun doing whatever you ask her to - especially if you need to climb on her shoulders to hang up decorations. Will also deck someone if they scare you, but is a bit more apologetic about it if not annoyed. She could've easily killed someone being the overprotective person she is.

Richie [Devil Food Cake]

Isn't entirely comfortable with a holiday aimed around eating sweets, but will suck it up for you and his other partner [Fluffi]. If you baked a normal cake he'd have a ball decorating it for you.... For some strange reason he feels almost jealous when you lick the frosting from your fork.

#yandere candy #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #female yandere #yandere hcs

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celandeline · 1 year ago

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Okay this is my first time asking for a one shot so I hope this makes sense. Okay how about Farleigh and reader aren’t close friends but they are close like behind closed door (if you know what I mean) and like reader is sensitive. So one day Farleigh makes a joke about her without noticing she is there and like hurts her feelings. Like does that make sense obviously you can ignore this if you want. But you if you could write about the part where he is apologizing to her (smut will be great honestly), but you do whatever you want.

sorry this took so long - i promise i'm working through all the lovely asks you guys sent me, it's just taking a minute (school and shit, you know)

anyways!

I'm Sorry (In Not So Many Words)

Farleigh Start is a lot of things. At first glance, a stuck up bitch, but that’s only the first of many layers. He’s wicked smart when it comes to literary analysis, can write an argumentative essay like nobody’s business, and breezes through books faster than anybody else you know. He’s funny in a bitchy kind of way that’s distinctly American and not to everyone's taste, but definitely to yours. He’s fashionable to a fault - a bit of a diva, truly - but on more than one occasion has held your hair back so you can vomit vodka into the toilet. He always has enough weed or coke or acid tabs to share and always has extra room in his dorm for you to crash if you’re too high to get home. He’s mean and nice at the same time, and to most people, it’s confusing. But not to you.

To anyone else, you’re friends. Barely friends, even, connected only by the fact that Felix and Annabel are kind-of-sort-of a thing. You would have never have even met him if Annabel hadn’t dragged you into Felix’s circle, but you’re glad that you did. It’s fun, finding excuses to get each other alone, patting concealer over hickeys you’re not ‘supposed’ to have. And he’s nicer behind closed doors, when he’s not putting on a show for his cousin. You might even go as far as to say that he’s sweet, when it's the two of you alone. Of course, you’d never tell anyone - not that anyone would believe you, either.

So when you overhear Felix ask Farleigh if he’d ever consider going out with you to double date with him and Annabel and he laughs, an icicle shoots through your heart. It’s condescending, his laugh; it’s you’re kidding and I would never and you can’t be serious all at the same time, and it shoots through you like a bullet.

You don’t show up to Kings Arms even though Annabel texts you that that’s where everyone is, instead holing up in your room, the sound of Farleigh’s laughter banging around in your head. You don’t know what the truth is. Has he just been leading you on this whole time? Pretending to like you for… what? It can’t be sex, he can get that with other people, it can’t be drugs, he always supplies them, it can’t be money either… but the way he laughed, like it was so ludicrous that he would ever consider going on an actual date - a double date, even, which is really only half a date - with you. And to think that you liked him. Even just as a friend. Maybe you were wrong to think that his bitchiness was a front - maybe that’s just who he is. Maybe you were wrong to think that he was anything else. Maybe-

A gentle knock at your dorm door interrupts your spiraling, and you get up from your bed, padding across the room to look out the peephole, and find a familiar puff of curls. You’re opening the door before you can really think about if you want to see him right now, just out of habit.

Farleigh smiles at you, and breezes into your room like nothing’s wrong. “Did I leave my grinder in here?”

“I don’t know.” You say, closing the door and retreating back to your bed, watching him sort through the things on your desk, looking for the little blue grinder he keeps with the rest of his weed supplies. He sorts through your things like they’re his - and if you’re being honest, some of them are. Over the course of the semester, the line between what’s yours and what’s his has blurred significantly.

He turns around at the sound of your voice, peering down at you. “What’s wrong with you?” It’s teasing and sympathetic at the same time.

“Nothing.” You shrug. “I’m just not feeling well.”

He squints, moving from the desk to sit down on the bed next to you. “Uh huh.”

You’re really not in the mood for him right now. “Fuck off.” Why should you give him the time of day when he was so rude behind your back? You don’t really want to tell him off to his face - he’s quick as a whip in an argument, you’ve seen it firsthand - but you really, really, don’t want to see him right now.

He laughs, sharp and surprised. “Wow.” He says. “What?”

You roll your eyes. “What, what?” You mock him. You know you’re being childish, but you don’t really care - it was childish of him to laugh.

He rolls his eyes back at you. “What’s your problem?” He asks. “You were perfectly fine earlier, did I say something?”

“Obviously.” You say.

He waits for you to keep going, but you don’t. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“I heard you and Felix.” You snap. “Is the idea of actually going on a date with me in public, with other people, that fucking funny?”

His face shifts into something you don’t recognize. “I-”

“If you don’t want to do this anymore, you should just say so.” You keep going. “I thought that we were actually, I don’t know, friends, at least. Call me crazy but I felt like I actually knew you, and actually liked you.” You laugh. “I just-” You pause. “Nevermind. I guess I was stupid for thinking that it went both ways. I guess I shouldn’t have, I mean, I was watching you do this same shit to other people, I don’t know why I thought I would be different-”

“I wasn’t laughing at the idea of going out with you, I was laughing because there’s no way in hell I would ever go on a double date with Felix and Annabel. They’re fucking insufferable as is.” He interrupts you, placing a hand on your cheek and turning your face so that you’re looking at him. “Did you really think I was laughing at you?”

“I wouldn’t have been so pissed off if I didn’t think you were.” You say, not quite sure whether to believe him or not. “But-”

“I’ll take you out.” He says it casually, thumbing over your cheekbone. “Just us. We can go get dinner at that new place by the pubs. If you want.”

All of the anger and doubt that had been piling up on your chest is suddenly lifted. “That sounds great.”

“Cool.” He says, grinning, his hand still caressing the side of your face. His fingers trail down the side of your neck and then he’s cradling your head, pulling you closer to press his lips to yours - softly, gently. It’s an ‘I’m sorry’ in fewer words, but you know him well enough to read it as an apology.

You kiss him back, pouring your sorry back into him. You shouldn’t have been so quick to assume that he was laughing at you, you should have had more faith in the fact that companionship is a two way street - he seeks you out as much as you do him. It’s mutual, and in the heat of the moment, you had forgotten that. Sweeping your tongue into his mouth, you smile against his lips when he sighs into the kiss.

He pulls away so that his lips are just brushing yours. “Let me make it up to you?”

“You don’t have to.” You say, leaning back as he gently pushes you down on the mattress. “It was really my fault, I misunderstood-”

He noses down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as your back hits the mattress. His curls tickle your skin as he works down your collarbone, rucking up your shirt so that he can kiss down your stomach, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. Butterflies swirl in your stomach as he kisses over the skin. “Farleigh-”

“What?” It’s teasing and playful as he sits back on his heels to thumb at the waistband of your pants. He drops his voice slightly. “Can I?”

You nod, and he dips his fingers below your waistband, gently pulling your pants down to your ankles. You kick them off the rest of the way as he leans back down over you, holding your eyes with his as he noses between your thighs. You suck in a breath as his tongue makes contact with your skin, and a bolt of pleasure shoots through you. Your tip your head back against the mattress as he starts to work his mouth over you. He knows how to use his tongue - there’s a reason there’s a rumor about him sucking teachers off - and he puts it to work right away, diving in like he’s hungry for it.

“Oh fuck-” You wind your fingers into his curls, tugging at the root. He moans into your skin, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. It’s good - it’s always good with him. That’s another thing about Farleigh - you can always trust him to actually get you off. Unlike most of the other guys you’ve been with.

But you feel a little guilty that he thinks he has to make it up to you, when you were the one who didn’t bother to ask him what he meant. If anything, you should be sucking him off. Tugging more insistently at his hair, you pull him up to latch your lips together in a kiss, licking yourself off his skin. He pants against your lips. “Why’d you stop me?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You say. That way it’s even, that way, you’re both getting to enjoy yourselves.

“Fuck. Okay.” He shucks his trousers and boxers down in one motion, kicking them down the bed. He’s already hard - but he usually is, after burying his head between your thighs - and you don’t hesitate to reach out and stroke him a few times, watching his face change into that almost pained look he gets when you fuck him.

You line him up, brushing his skin against yours, and watch as his eyelids drop to half mast as he pushes in. The stretch just borders on the edge of too much, but the groan he lets out distracts you from the sting. He always sounds so pretty when you’re like this, tangled up in the sheets of your too-small dorm room bed. You wind a hand into his hair and pull him down into the crook of your neck so that you can nip at his earlobe as he starts that slow, delicious grind you’ve come to associate with him.

He sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck, gently biting over a hickey that he left only a couple days before, refreshing the mark as he muffles a groan. You trail your lips down the shell of his ear until you find his neck again, doing the same. His hips stutter into yours as you suck at the tender skin of his neck, and you smile. Even though he’s on top, he’s still putty in your hands - or mouth, really.

“Farleigh.” You whisper against the mark you just left.

“Mm, what?” He nips at your collarbone.

“Switch with me.” You say. “Let me on top.”

He laughs, a breathy thing that borders on a whine. “I’m supposed to be making it up to you-”

“Which is why you should let me on top.” You say.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you-”

“Please?”

His hips stutter against yours again, and that's how you know you’ve got him. He pulls you tight to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, and rolls across the mattress until he’s flat on his back and you’re straddling him without ever pulling out. Sitting up, you take in the sight of him, pupils blown wide, lips still slick with spit, a blooming mark peeking out from behind his ear, and plant your hands on his chest for leverage as you start to bounce.

He grins, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to muffle the moan that forces its way out of his chest as you work yourself up and down his cock, his hands finding their place on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. You purposefully scratch your fingernails down his chest to watch him squirm, and he uses his grip on your hips to fuck up into you, to watch you falter. It’s a fun game that you play, who can make the other keen and whine more, made even more fun by the fact that more often than not, you win.

“Fuck, fuck-” Farleigh rasps, his grip tightening as he takes over your bouncing for you. You let him move you at his own pace, able to tell just by the way he whines that he’s close. He throws his head back and you watch his stomach tighten as he lets out a long groan. His whole body tenses, and then stills. You wait for his eyes to flutter open before you start bouncing again.

He gasps, a high pitched laugh leaving his lips. “Shit-”

“I’m almost there.” You say, watching his face as the coil tightens in your gut.

“Take your time.” He says, panting. “I’m good.”

He always says that, but you know it’s only a matter of time before it’s too much and he starts to grit his teeth. You know what it’s like - you’ve been on the other end before, already came but Farleigh’s still fucking, the drag growing more overstimulating the longer it goes on. So you bounce faster, focusing on the way he looks underneath you, debauched and panting, eyes half lidded as he watches you go up and down, sweat gathering in the hollow of his neck. God, he’s so beautiful.

“Ah-”

You shake apart on top of him, and he catches you as you slump down onto his chest, arms wrapping around your middle. You nose into the crook of his neck with a sigh, contentment washing over you. “‘M sorry.”

“For what?”

“Being stupid. Thinking you were laughing at me. Sulking about it.” You say, pressing a kiss to the warmth of his skin.

“‘M sorry for making you think I was laughing at you.” He says.

You sigh. “We’re good?”

“We’re good.” He says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

#farleigh start #farleigh start x reader #farleigh x reader #saltburn #saltburn x reader #farleigh start smut

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taolaoo · 9 months ago

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There are a lot of things that make me despise dudebros. One of them is when Abigail and Arthur's relationship becomes the object of their stupid jokes.

So, Abigail and Arthur's relationship. If you ask me, I really don't think Arthur was head over heels in love with her. Absolutely not. The way he describes her and Jack in the journal is more like grieving for what was taken from him. It's so painfully obvious that he's comparing them to Eliza and Isaac in his mind. It's not love, it's just a glimpse of a lost feeling. But even if it is love, it's not in a healthy way.

An important clarification, but I also don't think Arthur ever slept with her. How could he if he had women of his own at that time? (Eliza and Mary, we don't know for sure which one he got into a relationship with first). Arthur doesn't seem to me like a man who can sleep with someone when he's already in a relationship, you know.

Bill's words in rdr1 about Abigail sleeping with everyone sound very funny coming out of his mouth in my opinion. Because first of all, it's Bill; secondly, he's a bastard who always likes to say things to piss others off; thirdly, why do you expect me to take him seriously after he said he slept with her too? I'd rather believe in flat earth than that Abigail, strong woman that she is, would let this smelly boykisser too close to breathe next to her.

What is certain between Arthur and Abigail is trust. From the way Jack is very friendly with him and not afraid to ask for his help, you could tell that Arthur has always been there for him and Abigail, especially after John left. And that's totally understandable. Because Arthur is the only man in the camp who seems normal, kind, and good enough to look after a child. (Hosea too, I'm sure he and Arthur were that strong support for Abigail when she was having a hard time, but that's a bit beside the point right now).

Because Abigail is careful and smart, maybe she even saw something in Arthur that he didn't want to tell anybody (you always know that a man can only be gentle and caring to a child when he has one of his own). That's why they have such a strong friendship, that's why Abigail can ask Arthur to take Jack fishing without a problem.

And yeah, it may be hard for Arthur because he sees ghosts of his past around them, but he doesn't say no. Because he's kind, selflessly kind to those he cares about no matter how hard he tries to deny it.

Their friendship is so underrated, I wish for once it was talked about in terms of strong friendship and trust, not some dumb pseudo romance that doesn't exist.

#you may disagree with me #and that's fine #I'm not forcing anyone to believe in my truth #i just hate dudebros who see a man and a woman and immediately think of love #relationships is so much more than that #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #abigail roberts #abigail marston #arthur morgan

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soapsilly · 1 year ago

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Everyday a little less Part 5 - Vikings Imagine

Pairings: Hvitserk x reader, Ubbe x reader

Summary: (Y/N) is Kattegat’s healer and Hvitserk’s girlfriend but after Hvitserk decides to side with Ivar and fight against Ubbe, she questions herself if she can still stay with him.

Requests are closed

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The priest turned out to be more resilient than (Y/N) would’ve thought. It was by far no painless procedure but little by little he gained strength and soon she could confidently say, “He’ll heal”.

However, Lagertha’s warriors didn’t take kindly to those news. A christian - a priest even - who fought and slaughtered alongside Ivar, did not only get to live but would possibly make a full recovery whilst their brothers died by his hands. Even many days later, the camp was still filled with the screams of the vikings, whose wounds had not healed. The infection had spread to the bone and at that point there wasn’t much more that (Y/N) could do. It was either amputation or death.

The healer understood the resentment - she really did - but she couldn’t bare to see them kick the priest’s walking aid from under his feet when he was trying to make his way through camp. She automatically closed her eyes to avoid seeing him hit the ground but the ‘thump’ followed by the cheering of the men and women surrounding her was enough for her to paint a mental picture. Of course it pained her to see any person struggling and in pain, she was a healer after all, but she’d be lying of she said that the situation did not remind her of Ivar’s feeble attempts to walk, using the walking aids that he had made specifically for him. Many times she heard people make fun of the youngest of Ragnar Lothbrok’s sons and many times she defended him and eventhough they were on different sides of a war, her heart still ached for him.

The priest, however, did not yield. They kicked him down but he still crawled over to his aid and used it to hoist himself up again. As another one was about to kick it away yet another time, (Y/N) stopped him, “Enough!”

The vikings turned to look at her but before anybody had the chance to protest she continued, “Lagertha, your Queen, made me save this man. She made me save him and she made me do my best and heal him. And eventhough I don’t know the reason for this, I’m sure she has one...”

In other words, the priest was off limits. What no one knew though, was, that not even Lagertha herself knew why she wanted the priest alive but at the moment it didn’t matter because merely the fact that she spared his life then saved him from torment now.

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(Y/N) didn’t sit at the table with the others when they received the news that the Franks have arrived in the north. She stood leaned against one of the pillars of the tent. This way she could listen in on the conversation without running the risk of having to participate in it. But what she gathered from it filled her with anxiety.

Whilst she had seen many places and people, she had only ever heard of the Franks.

“Tell me about them”, (Y/N) asked Hvitserk. The both of them were laying together on the beach, watching the sky. The both of them would sometimes lie there the whole day, first watching the clouds and later at night the stars, while they would talk for hours on end. (Y/N) usually rambled on and on about her travels and all the plants and flowers she had seen there, Hvitserk enjoyed listening to her stories about foreign lands and people but didn’t understand a word about the healing properties of certain tinctures and balms. He didn’t mind at all though - in fact he enjoyed each and every word that left her mouth. But it wasn’t only the young woman that talked, every now and again Hvitserk would interrupt her to throw in some funny anecdotes and stupid jokes. (Y/N) would always act annoyed but secretly she liked when he did this. She tried her hardest to not let it show but her giggles would always give her away. She enjoyed when he talked about the fights and pranks that him and his brothers were up to. She really loved every single one of them but Hvitserk was special to her.

“Well, I was still young. Father took Ubbe and me with him. I remember how excited we were. Growing up we heard all the stories about how Ragnar Lothbrok led the raid against the Saxons and how easy it was. We were expecting the same ease but it wasn’t so”, Hvitserk furrowed his brows.

When they left the table Ubbe walked up to (Y/N).

“What do you think?”, he asked her. She wouldn’t tell her opinion without being asked about it, but he trusted her assesment. Ubbe looked at her, unable to read her expression. He wondered if Hvitserk had been able to.

(Y/N) only shook her head. Ubbe didn’t know if she disagreed with the plan or if she was trying to signal him that her thoughts were as lost as he was. Before he could ask, she interrupted him.

“Tell me about them”

Ubbe was quiet for a second. He was sure Hvitserk told her all about everything already. But this time the healer wasn’t interested in their culture and people but rather if they stood a chance.

“They outnumber us. Our best chance is Björn convincing Uncle Rollo to talk Ivar out of this war”

(Y/N) nodded but it was more to herself, as if to confirm what she had already thought.

“It seems we’ll do battle again soon”, (Y/N) concluded. She didn’t believe anybody - not even the Allfather himself - could ever convince Ivar to change his ways.

“Either of us could die. It is almost certain that one of us will”, Ubbe stated, almost no emotion in his voice. (Y/N) knew that he wasn’t only talking about himself, but about Björn, Torvi, Lagertha and Halfdan - maybe even Hvitserk and Ivar, too.

The younger woman wanted to disagree with him, wanted to tell him that everything would be okay but realized that Ubbe was right. Instead she simply hugged the taller man. Almost immediately she could feel his arms around her. And so they stood there in silence for a few moments and when they finally let go, they didn’t feel as bad anymore.

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In Kattegat Margrethe saw visions of Ubbe and visions of (Y/N) and visions of the both of them together.

“I shouldn't have married her”, she heard Ubbe say to the woman sitting across from him in his tent. “I wish it was you who carried my child”

(Y/N) obviously enjoyed hearing that, as she crawled over to the man and started kissing him passionately. Margrethe wasn’t surprised in the slightest though. Since Hvitserk betrayed them, (Y/N) was circling around her husband like a crow that would wait for hurt animals to finally die. She weaseled her way into their lives, into Lagertha’s inner circle... However, much to her displeasure Ubbe fell for her tricks. He wouldn’t do anything while they were still in Kattegat together but since they left for war, Margrethe did not have any influence over her husband anymore. She knew that the healer had cast a spell on him, brew some kind of love potion... and now she could see the two of them have sex in Ubbe’s tent.

“Margrethe!”, a child’s voice ripped the woman out of her thoughts. She couldn’t stand caring for those children anymore. She accepted the responsibility as long as she knew there’d be a payoff but now that Ubbe left her for (Y/N) there wasn’t any reason to act like their thrall anymore. She got her freedom and wouldn’t ever go back to how things were.

“Mommy?”, the younger of the two children asked her. Margrethe knew deep down that it wasn’t the childrens fault but she couldn’t help but to still give a cruel answer anyways.

“How stupid you are. What do you think your mother is doing now? Perhaps she is getting ready to fight. Or maybe she's dead. Maybe she has already died in battle. My advice to you is to forget about your mother. Don't think of her. Don't imagine she's ever coming back. Except as a ghost”

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Rollo wasn’t there. He never even came. And so they had no other choice but to fight like Ubbe predicted. Once again they all gathered around Lagertha’s big wooden table to consult about the next steps. Like usual (Y/N) listened to everything everybody said, but never made any suggestions herself. It wasn’t like her to mingle with war matters. All the talk about legacys and conservation of territories made her sick. Lagertha wanted to send a considerable number of fighters back to Kattegat to defend the city if they were to lose the war, Björn advised against it - they would need every single man and maiden out on the battlefield if they were even to stand a chance.

But then Halfdan spoke up,”The gods have already decided the outcome of this battle”

(Y/N) wasn’t originally from Norway. She was a traveller, didn’t really have any roots. Often times, she couldn’t really relate to the faith the boys had in their gods. She now lived there so long that she took over their speech patterns and she even sometimes caught herself sending a impromptu prayer towards the gods during difficult times but when things really started to become grave she never understood their faith. But now she really wanted to believe the words Halfdan just spoke, because it was the only comfort she could find in this cruel situation.

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“What are you thinking of?”, Ivar asked his brother. Both of them were busy with the last preparations for the war.

“I’m thinking I think many things, Ivar”, Hvitserk didn’t look up from his arm cuffs.

“I always fear that thought may fail to wing his way home. But my fear for memory is greater. What do you fear most, dear brother? The loss of thought or memory?”

“My thoughts and memories seem to be the same. Every time I think, I always remember the day I jumped out of Ubbe's ship”, Hvitserk felt a pang of melancholy. Was it because of his brother or because of his lover? It was true that he missed (Y/N) and it was true that he still loved her, but he did what he had to do and she should have followed him.

“But you didn't jump. The gods pushed you”, Ivar teased his brother.

“I wasn't pushed. I decided to do it”

Ivar laughed, “And I think, you still regret it”

Hvitserk became serious, “I have no regrets. Except”, he let out a little chuckle, “I don't have any children”. He was still young but the thought of having children with anybody except (Y/N) had honestly never crossed his mind.

“But then again, Ivar, you and me are in the same boat, huh?”, he continued in an attempt to lighten the mood.

But Ivar wasn’t having it. the younger brother went on to describe how he’ll have children and how those children will go on to populate the earth.

Hvitserk, who still didn’t understand how serious his brother was, let out a laugh,”Yeah, sure”

In the blink of an eye Ivar pulled out his knife holding it dangerously close to Hvitserk’s throat. Only after several warning from his older brother did he lower the weapon again.

“I'm anxious about the battle. I am sorry”, he said calmly.

“You're sorry?”

“I am sorry you jumped ship. It was a mistake. I know you have regretted it ever since. And isn't that true, huh, poor Hvitserk?”, Ivar sounded hateful.

“Maybe sometimes”

“Maybe sometimes. I thought that perhaps you jumped ship because you loved me. But of course you didn't. How could you ever love me?”

And there the feeling was again, Ivar made him his dog once again.

“I am sorry you jumped ship. It was a mistake. I know you've regretted it ever since. It was a mistake” Ivar’s words kept on echoing in Hvitserk’s head. What he didn’t yet know was, how much Ivar planned to make his words reality.

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The battle was bloody. There were screams everywhere. Screams from attacking vikings aswell as from wounded and dying warriors. Ubbe had slain many men already and there was still no end in sight. Even though they really were outnumbered, it didn’t mean that they didn’t try until the bitter end.

And all of a sudden brother stood before brother. For just a second Ubbe and Hvitserk just stood there - and then with a loud yell Ubbe swung his sword...

but stopped right where Hvitserk’s neck met his shoulder. Who could’ve known that Hvitserk would find himself in the same situation twice within the same day? And yet again he didn’t even flinch. Ubbe tried again but couldn’t do it. Hvitserk asked himself if Ivar would have the same reservations if they were on different sides? By the time he finished his thought two fighting vikings had seperated the eye contact he and Ubbe held and his older brother turned his back to him and left him standing.

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He couldn’t do it. It was his little brother. He knew sometimes death was inevitable but he couldn’t just kill Hvitserk like Ivar killed Sigurd. Would Harald hesitate to kill Halfdan? Surely Björn wouldn’t hesitate to kill either of them if they stood before him on a battlefield but if Ubbe killed Hvitserk he not only couldn’t forgive himself, he would also have to bring (Y/N) the news that the one who killed her lover wasn’t just any other viking or Frank but rather his own brother. Could she forgive him? He was sure she would accept it but would she ever look at him the same?

Ubbe was torn from his thoughts when he saw a small group of Ivar’s warriors running up the hill towards their campsite. It was like Ivar to start an ambush - a cheap and dirty trick.

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“Ivar! What are you doing sending warriors in Lagertha’s camp?”, Hvitserk, too, had seen the group of vikings running away from the battlefield and towards the enemy camp. He knew Harald would never oder such a thing, so as fast as his legs would carry him he made his way over to where Ivar was mounted on his chariot.

“They will not be expecting this, brother! They’re losing anyways. And once that happens where will they go?”, Ivar’s voice carried a smile.

“There are wounded people there. (Y/N) is there!”, Hvitserk tried to reason with Ivar even though it was no use. He already sent out the men.

“So what, Hvitserk? So what? She left us! She chose Ubbe!”

Hvitserk looked at his younger brother in disbelief. Was this really about her all along? If anything she left him and him only. She was never Ivar’s to begin with but Hvitserk began to understand. She was his healer. His and only his. And in another life Ivar probably thought that she could’ve loved him in a way that his brothers never would but now he felt as if she chose Ubbe over them.

“She didn’t”, Hvitserk’s statement was final and with that, he went and ran after the group of vikings that were sent out to kill what was left of Lagertha’s camp.

“You’ll see, brother, you’ll see!”, Ivar yelled after Hvitserk but his older brother.

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Once Hvitserk arrived in Lagertha’s camp he could hear screaming immediately. The few shield maidens that Lagertha kept there to guard the camp were still battling against Ivar’s assassins. And even a few of the wounded fought to the best of their abilities. Bodies littered the floor. A few of Ivars men but mostly Lagerthas vikings.

Hvitserk heard a scream that pulled him out of his stupor - (Y/N)! He made his way through the camp. Slaying men on his way there. Once towards the middle of camp near a tent he could see her. There wasn’t much time to think. She was fighting with a dagger that she probably only had with her for cutting bandages or twine, but he was glad he had shown her how to defend herself if she had to. Still he didn’t waste any time and reached them no second too late. As the bigger man was just about to kick the woman down, Hvitserk thrusted his sword through the assassin’s chest, watching him collapse infront of their feet.

“Hvitserk” hearing his name out of her mouth sounded like the sweetest melody he has ever heard. She was out of breath, panting in fact, but other than that she seemed to be just fine. He took her form in. She looked tired but still so familiar. He had truly never stopped loving her and now that she was just within an arm’s reach all he had to do was -

“(Y/N)!”, Ubbe yelled her name.

As the healer heard the older Lothbrok’s voice a smile lit up her face and she ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms. When Hvitserk saw how tight she clung to Ubbe he couldn’t help but wonder if Ivar was right all along.

“Are you okay? I saw Ivar’s men heading to camp... I came as fast as I could-”

“Well, seems like you weren’t fast enough”, Hvitserk interjected.

Both Ubbe and (Y/N) looked at him. Hvitserk couldn’t quite read the look that laid in (Y/N)’s eyes. Was it uncertainty? Was it fear? He didn’t have the time to figure it out. The sounds of horns filled the air signaling that the battle has ended and that Lagertha and Björn have lost.

“Quick, we need to leave. The others will be here soon”, Ubbe already turned to leave assuming (Y/N) just follow him.

“Wait”, Hvitserk was determined to not just stand and watch as history repeated itself again,”what do you mean leave? You lost. Do you really think she’ll be safe with you?”

Ubbe let out a bitter laugh,”Ivar just sent assassins to try and kill her. Do you really think she’ll be safe with you?”

“I’ll protect her!”, Hvitserk was starting to get angy. Who did Ubbe think he was? (Y/N) was his. Ubbe had Margrethe to worry about, “Besides Ivar wouldn’t touch her once she came back to us - I’d make sure of that”

“You’d make sure of that? Ivar is unpredictable. No one is safe around him”

“(Y/N), please”, Hvitserk was now adressing his lover directly. He knew that he could protect her and he knew that she knew that aswell. So he held his hand out for her to take, “Come on, let’s go. We don’t have much time left”

Hvitserk was right, the noise grew louder and louder with every second they just stood there. (Y/N) looked at him and for a moment they were at the beach again, laughing about his silly jokes and listening to her travel stories - but only for a moment.

“Hvitserk... I’m - I’m so sorry...”, hearing that was answer enough. Slowly he let his outstretched hand sink and watched the love of his life turn his back. Ubbe put his hand between her shoulders and guided her away - away from the stranded Hvitserk. (Y/N) turned around one last time but by then her former lover had already hurriedly taken off.

The healer felt empty but she knew she made the right decision. Not only morally but also for her safety. Even though she had once loved Hvitserk, she knew that she would be safer with Ubbe. But there was also something else. She grew so fond of the comfort of his company, she feared what it would feel like to miss him, but she would never admit that. Not to herself, not to Hvitserk and especially not to Ubbe...

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mr-celestial-writings · 4 months ago

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Trick Or Treat!

It's All Hallow's Eve! And Here's how various folks would spend it with you! This will be a long one, so Buckle up.

Gender Neutral Reader for All Characters.

DC Masterlist

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BatFamily:

Bruce Wayne:

He would be handing out candy for the first half of the night. Nothing cheap. He hands out the largest candy bars he can find.

He would dress up as something silly, like Dracula. He is not spared from the jokes from his children. He also very well aware of the irony.

You two would probably do a couple's outfit. Like Peanut Butter or Jelly, or Two Halves of a smore. Something cute.

Of course, it is still Gotham. The Rouges will be more than active tonight. So at some point, Bruce would have to go off on patrol. with a kiss, you send him off.

When he comes back, you're sitting in the kitchen, Jack O' Lantern Still lit. You were waiting for him to come back before you put it out.

Together, smiling, you two blew out the candle. All in All, a Tame Halloween.

Richard "Dick" Grayson:

Oh boy, if anybody is excited for the Holiday, it's Dick.

He hands out candy, dressed as one of his brothers. Probably Jason. He thought it would be funny.

Haley also has a costume! She's dressed as a little pumpkin. Dick has a 100 pictures of her in her costume already. You know he's going to have them all printed out by tomorrow and in the photo album he has for her.

He takes the night off so he could spend time with you. Whether your dressed up or not. He would never pass up a chance to spend time with you.

Once the Trick-Or-Treaters start to become more of a trickle, you two sit on the couch, watching some horror movie or another until you pass out.

Jason Todd:

He is not a big fan of the Holiday. Rouges get more active, people in general get more bold. It's just more work for him.

Somehow, you manage to convince him to take the night off. Let his family handle the crime! You picked out a couples costume.

Jason may put up a big, tough guy act. For you though, he melts. Which is how he ended up at a Halloween party with you on his arm.

He didn't take his eyes off of you the whole night. A Dopey smile on his face.

Once you went home, you two curled up in your coziest pajamas with a bag of candy Jason totally legally acquired, watching slasher fics.

When you fell asleep in his arms, Jason simply put a blanket on the top of you and held you close. He soon followed you to the land of sleep.

Timothy "Tim" Drake:

He's neutral towards the Holiday. But no matter what you do, you can never pull him away from work completely.

You might be able to drag him to help with handing out candy. But dragging him to a Party is a lost cause.

Depending on your costume, you may or may not distract him with the image of you in his brain all not.

Bring him Pumpkin baked goods, appease our sleep deprived god. He will love you forever.

When he comes back from patrol, and he sees you in bed curled up under a spooky blanket, he wouldn't hesitate to crawl in next to you. Gear and all.

Damian Wayne:

Claims he hates the holiday, but the way he lights up when you arrive to go trick or treating says other wise.

Dresses up as batman. It's a really well done costume. Benefits of having money.

He has planned out the perfect route for optimal candy gathering. There is now way neither of you go home without two trash bags full of candy, if not more.

His Father Gave him the night off. Which is perfect. It means more time with you, his friend, and more time to gather sweets.

After you return to Wayne Manor, Damian has you stay over for the night as you watch Child friendly Halloween Movies. You two pass out on the Den floor, and Alfred is the one who places a blanket over you.

Barbara Gordon:

Work for her never stops, but she can afford a break for you. Even if that break is helping hand out candy at the library.

She can't really do full blown costumes. But she puts on a pair of cat ears to help get into the season.

Once the last of the Trick-Or-Treaters leave the library, she travels home with you before heading to the clock tower. Criminals tend to love this Holiday, and she'll help as best she can.

She absolutely stays on call with you though, listening to you prepare dinner for the two of you.

When she returns home, Dinner is set out, and you two enjoy Dinner together before going to bed.

Stephanie "Steph" Brown:

May be able to compete with Dick with how much she loves the Holiday. Goes all out. Decorations, costumes, candy, you name it.

It's her night off! She's going to spend all the time she can with you!

Drags you out trick-or-treating, and then to a Halloween party. You two somehow manage to win best couples costume.

You two stop by Bat-Burger for Dinner, it's cheap, and you know nobody will steal your candy.

Steph sets up a horror movie as you change into matching pajamas with her. Once you two are cozy, you binge movies and candy until you pass out.

Cassandra "Cass" Cain:

She loves the Holiday, nowhere near as much as Dick or Steph, but she won't say no to going trick or treating with you. Or to the Couple Costume.

She has a lot of fun! And she makes sure you two hit the houses with the good candy and full sized candy bars. The hoard you both Gather could rival Damian's.

Does not hesitate to make you a proper dinner, no matter how late you get home. You went out of your way to make sure she had fun. Feeding you is the least you could do.

You two watch True crime until you fall asleep, safe in each other's arms.

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Supers:

Clark Kent:

Adores the Holiday. He has since he was a kid. And he hopes that he managed to pass that love onto Jon.

Dresses up as a sheet Ghost. He knew his intent to wear a silly costume was effective when you laughed.

Happily hands out candy to all the Trick-Or-Treaters. No matter the age.

Clark can't really handle horror, so you two watch Kid friendly Halloween movies until Jon gets home.

You and him cooked a Halloween themed dinner and dessert to help wrap up the night. Goes without saying that Jon ate every bite and even had seconds.

After going through the candy, and tucking Jon into bed, you two spend a bit more time together before going up to bed.

Conner Kent:

Neutral towards Halloween. He will not say 'No' if you want to go out together or wear couple's costumes.

Does absolutely tease you with Halloween/general fall based nick names and pick up lines. Your his partner. It's his job to make sure you're flustered at least once tonight.

If you are wearing a bit more of a revealing outfit, Conner doesn't hesitate to start a fight with anybody who cat calls you.

Gets you the biggest bag of candy he can, and eats half of it. He'll leave you the candies you like though!

You two end the night in each others arms. Watching whatever was on TV. You two fell asleep like that.

Jonathan "Jon" Kent:

Loves, loves, LOVES the holiday. It is fact his favorite day of the year, right next to Christmas Day.

His Costume would be a Ninja. Mainly because Damian Groaned when Jon picked out the costume, So Jon of course wanted to annoy his best friend.

Drags you to every house, no matter the candy. It's a day with his best friend, he wasn't passing up on this.

You two were wiped when you returned to the Kent house, and Clark and Lois had an amazing meal prepared for you.

Goes without saying you two ate before passing out in Jon's room.

Kara Danvers:

Adores Halloween. Sucks that she can't spend all day with you. The moment she was free from work, though? Oh she could not get you into her arms fast enough.

She dragged you to every haunted house she could. She was like an excited little kid.

You bought you both bags of candy and other baked goods. And when you got a break from all the running around, you bought warm apple cider.

Once Kara noticed your exhaustion from all he running around, she carried you home, and happily cuddled you until you both fell asleep.

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Speedsters:

Barry Allen:

Ah yes, Halloween with a Speedster. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, one, you spent basically all day baking. Barry could not keep his hands off your sweets. Thankfully the candy for the Trick-Or-Treaters was untouched.

Dressed up as a pumpkin. It made you laugh. And that was his goal.

Clung to you basically the entire night, even as you handed out candy or had to pull more cookies out of the oven.

When the porch light finally switched off, he dragged you to bed to watch the Entire Saw Series.

Wally West:

Drags you out to a Halloween party, no questions asked. You also went out to egg and TP people's houses. He was going to enjoy the time he had with you.

Buys you both absurd amounts of candy, even if most of it goes to him.

His mom made him dress up as a Carrot. He stopped complaining when you called him cute though. He owned being a carrot. He would die on that hill.

Happily ran around with you on his back as you caused chaos in the town.

Bart Allen:

Shows up at your door first thing in the morning, literally vibrating in excitement. Bart drags you around all day to scope out the best houses.

When the time comes, Bart quickly grabs the couples costumes he wanted to wear. Once you were ready he didn't hesitate to drag you out.

You two hit every house. Twice with Bart's superspeed. And even then he ran with you on his back to nearby cities.

By the time you got home, you two had a massive hoard. Even Bart admitted that it would probably last until next Halloween.

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Archers:

Oliver Queen:

Celebrates Halloween with a big, fuck off Halloween party every year. You, of course, are invited.

Costumes are required, and Oliver chooses the grandest couples costume for you two. He wasn't about to be shown up at his own party.

Plenty of fancy foods, and just normal baked goods. Which he goes goblin on.

He was half tempted to throw out anybody dressed as the Justice League. You managed to talk him out of it though.

When you two tumble into bed after the party, Oli looked at you and realized he wouldn't change anything. No amount of money could make him give up this moment.

Roy Harper:

Becoming a Dad changes a lot of things. How you celebrate holidays is one of them.

He caves the moment that Lian asked if You and her could have matching costumes. He couldn't say no to you two tag teaming him. He was weak.

To say that carrying the bags of candy for you and Lian as you two ran around wasn't what he was expecting would be a lie.

But if the soft smile on his face clearly said that he didn't mind. And Roy would never trade this moment for the world.

Artemis Crock:

Never really cared to celebrate Halloween. Especially since she grew up in Gotham. She would Budge on it if you two went to another city though.

Once you two finish your Trick-Or-Treating, Artemis drags you to watch what ever horror movie was in theatres.

Paula had a nice dinner prepared for you two wen you returned, and Paula had you stay the night.

You and Artemis spent the rest of the night watching whatever scary videos you could find.

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Extra:

Diana Prince:

Appreciates the Holiday, doesn't really celebrate. She absolutely will if you ask her too, though.

You two mainly handed out candy, and Diana cooed ever ever costume she saw of herself or the rest of the Justice League.

Once the Trick-Or-Treaters dried up, you and Diana went to bake. It was a mess, but the end results were nice.

Diana totally bragged about it the next day, even if it was nothing impressive.

Hal Jordan:

Enjoys Halloween a lot more now that he has you. He isn't big for couples costumes, but he will do it if it's funny.

Drags you out to every Halloween party he can find. Coast City can survive without him for a day. Hangovers were nothing if it meant spending all night with you.

He spoiled you as much as he could. Sweets, baked goods, everything you wanted. He was surprised when you shared with him.

He considered proposing then and there.

Jamie Reyes:

Enjoys Halloween, but it isn't as important to him or his family as Dia De Los Muertos, Day of The Dead.

He'll mostly be busy prepping the Afrenda and the feast with the rest of his family. But he gladly welcomes you into the celebration and his family allows you to place photos of your loved ones on the Alter.

He's happy, just spending the day with you. But if you bring baked goods, either themed around Halloween or Day of The Dead, and you will be is new favorite person.

His mom Will absolutely tease you two and ask when the wedding is.

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a/n: Happy Halloween! I think I may do something similar for Christmas. I won't touch thanksgiving though. ever.

Longest thing I've ever written, and has all the DC characters I currently write for.

Requests, as always, are open! Hit up my ask box! I don't have anything better to do!

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httpsserene-main · 6 months ago

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hiii! i made this prompt list for my 3k special but, feel free to use this as inspiration for your own writing needs :) please remember to like, reblog, link, and credit me if you decide to use any prompt(s) of this list !!! tysm xxx

𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 — a list of dialogue and situational prompts for "characters" who aren't in a relationship just yet! friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers— any situation works!

Sending you dumb questions, funny jokes, or random thoughts in replacement of good morning texts.

"When I said I've never had anybody buy me flowers before, I didn't mean for you to turn my apartment into a flower shop."

They have food delivered to your job when you text them about being to busy to take a break for lunch.

"Hey! I didn't expect to see you here?" "Hi! Yeah, this isn't my kind of scene, but *friend* begged me to come." "Huh. They also asked me to join them." (The friend never shows up.)

You order food without asking for certain items you don't like to be removed because you know that they'll happily eat what you don't.

"I think I lost my favorite hoodie. I've turned my entire house upside down and I can't find it anywhere." "Maybe that's because you left it at my place two weeks ago." "Well— were you ever going to give it back?"

They make sure you always walk on the inside of the sidewalk.

"What if we pretend to be a couple so we can get a free dessert?"

Leaving a date early because the person didn't do something that YOU/THEY usually do.

"Hey, my mom wants to know if you're coming to family dinner tonight?" "Isn't it weird for me to come? We broke up two months ago, baby." "Okay, I'm not going to lie, you're giving me mixed signals. I'm telling her you're coming."

Both of you reaching for the last package of an obscure ingredient at the grocery.

"Call me when you're ready to leave, I can pick you up." "I'll be out all night! I'm not going ask you to stay up for me—I'll just take an uber."

Meeting for the first time in a coffee shop and making banter about the way the baristas got their names wrong.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, I think they accidentally gave me your mail—ohmygod, you're even more beautiful close up than I thought. I mean, I'm sorry, I forgot what I was saying."

Calling each other pet names when hanging out with friends. A mutual friend is excited that they finally told you about their crush on you, and says so loudly. Except they haven't.

#prompts #writing prompts #headcanon prompts #fanfiction prompts #rp prompts #dialogue prompt #writing inspiration #writing prompt #writing ideas #fic prompt #prompt lists.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 1 year ago

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If you're still taking blurb requests, I'd love to see Bradley's POV in part 6 of Faking It--especially the lead up to their first kiss. Love that fic!!

Aww thank you, darling! Yes, I can certainly share Bradley's perspective leading up to the first kiss. Enjoy <3

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Faking It - Bradley's POV Before the Kiss

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

“What does it mean?” Bradley asks after having lost the garter toss to Steven.

“Well,” you say. “Obviously it means that Steven and I are meant to be and that we’ll be getting married and having a bunch of babies.”

“You’re funny,” Bradley replies in an unimpressed tone. Sure, he finds your sarcasm amusing at times, but Steven’s antics have riled him enough that he isn’t in a laughing mood. He moves in closer and wraps an arm around your waist in an admittedly cringeworthy display of possessiveness because he can’t stand the idea of you and Steven together, whether it’s a joke or not. “He’ll have to get past me first,” he mutters in a low voice, hoping his brief lapse in self-control might be taken as yet another demonstration of his supposedly great acting skills.

Of course, when your aunt ushers you onto the dance floor with Steven for the customary dance, Bradley has to bite his tongue – for your sake, mostly. Because you look like you’re about to hurl. But watching Steven put his hands on you, watching him pull you close enough to whisper in your ear, this makes Bradley sick to his stomach. And when he can see that you’re livid, that your ex has obviously said something that’s upset you, he steps out onto the dance floor self-assuredly, absolutely undeterred by the looks he receives from the guests in attendance.

He approaches the two of you and brushes a hand over your back before letting Steven know that he’s essentially dismissed. You glance up at Bradley with a mixture of shock and gratitude, and let him lead you away.

“Bradley,” you whisper when he takes you by the waist. “He knows.”

“Knows what?” Bradley asks, swaying calmly to the music.

“That you’re not my boyfriend. Apparently, we’re not affectionate enough with one another.”

Bradley smirks at you, not at all concerned that this issue would be difficult to remedy. “What are you proposing?”

“I’m not proposing anything! I’m saying, the jig is up and we’re fucked,” you whisper in a panic. “Oh god, he’s talking to my mother. He’s going to tell her!”

Bradley tightens his hold on your waist. “There’s nothing to tell. Don’t let him get to you.”

You glance up at him anxiously and, between the softness of your gaze and the proximity of your face, he sort of loses his train of thought for a moment.

When you blink away, your eyes scanning the room uneasily as though you’re positive that nobody believes the two of you could possibly be together, he says, with a bit of a croak, “You know, there is a way we can be more convincing as a couple.”

You meet his gaze once more, this time even more alarmed than the last. If only you knew that there’s no way anybody would doubt he’s in love with you if you just let him kiss you. Probably not even you.

You don’t respond to his offer, but you do lift your face a miniscule amount; enough for Bradley to know that you’re on the same page. He’s still for a moment, trying to get a handle on the tremor running through him. If this is the moment he kisses you, then this is the moment you’ll know that it’s never been fake. Not for him. And he isn’t sure he’s ready for that kind of unspoken confession.

But he’s moving closer to you without even realizing it. “What do you think?” he mutters, although, at this point, he’s pretty sure you’re game considering you haven’t broken eye contact in about a minute. He touches the tip of your nose with his very subtly, testing the waters.

“Uh,” you utter faintly, the softness of your voice gently pulling him in.

He can’t be certain if he’s still dancing, or if you are, but the music seems to have stopped. Or, more likely, he doesn’t hear it. He’s thinking about the demise of your friendship once this is all over – something that means a great deal to him. Because how could he ever go back to being your friend after –

His lips lightly touch yours. And whether or not it’s all part of the ruse doesn’t really matter anymore. All that matters is that Bradley can’t fathom a more electrifying feeling. And so, he opens his mouth and kisses you.

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deidremercer · 5 months ago

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My roommate situation is so funny. I live with three other people.

One of them is a very quiet dude, he is learning Japanese, and even though he hasn't gotten a very good grasp on it yet he's started watching the original Yu-Gi-Oh without subs to try and see if it helps him get a better grasp on the language. This is his first experience with her Yu-Gi-Oh anime. He is also a master of less is more comedy, the Zac Oyama of our apartment.

One of them is a huge nerd (like me) we have the same birthday, share very similar interests, and are both English majors. This year for his birthday I got him a book by one of his classmates from a previous creative writing course, who was a 60 year old man, he has previously shared some work he was meant to peer review from this guy, and we discovered that this 60 year old man might be the most sensationally bad author on the planet. He was unable to participate in a class we have together for a week because he was seething over the recent MTG Commander Banlist.

The last guy is the oldest of us, older than me and the previous guy by like a year at most, in spite of this he still shares his knowledge with the rest of us as if he were our dad. He is a history major and often incorporates elements of Roman culture into his advice. He is at once both the most close-minded and progressive guy I know, willing to write off the value of anything he doesn't personally like as that thing being inherently bad i.e. "I cannot stand to have these bananas in the house, they are a barbarian's fruit" and willing to dismiss sects of Christianity other than his own as "not real Christians" at the same time he is unerringly kind and very respectful of everyone in the house's boundaries and beliefs and will immediately take back what he had said if he feels he has genuinely insulted or hurt anybody. He very frequently will state something in relation to his ancestry, but his ancestry is so wide reaching that in the same conversation he will often cite two completely different heritages. I.e. "as an Englishman" and "this is a Ukrainian household" in the span of 5 minutes. He and the previous guy have some sort of toxic yaoi situation going on due to being from New Jersey and New York respectively.

I am (to my knowledge) the only queer person in the apartment, but am otherwise unremarkable. My most interesting traits are that consistently reference hyper-obscure pieces of media and that every week I go out to play in street fighter weeklies and come home having gone 0-2.

Guys 1 and 3 bond over being the people in the house who watch football, I am slowly gaining an understanding of the state of the NFL through listening to their conversations. Guy 2 and I have frequent discussions about our respective competitive games (MTG and SF6) wherein one of us learns about the other's scene despite not engaging with it otherwise.

We have a bunch of incomprehensible inside jokes despite only living together for the past month because we all met through a D&D group on campus, the guy who originally formed the group has graduated by now but we will infrequently do something "in remembrance of" him as if he had tragically passed away (he is in Scotland doing research and is perfectly fine.)

We still play D&D weekly and subject a whole one other person who doesn't live with us to having to spend a night near us.

#roommates #dungeons and dragons

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The flap of Butterfly wings...

Once upon a time, Hiccup had a best friend and Toothless a mate.

But through his decision to pick Berk and Astrid over them, they lost the girls.

In one world Hiccup and Leandra lived their lives away from each other…yet destiny is a funny thing.

Their first story "To Belong" was just one of endless possibilities and this here is another one.

Will Hiccup and Leandra finally be together?

Or will destiny repeat itself?

Chapter 2: Freedom

The next few days our dragon riders try to coax out the scarred and confused Christa.

She had to be for a long time a thrall, she mislearned what it meant to be free.

What it meant to not be hurt for the singles thing.

Trying to get her to eat or doing something nice for her, was too much for the girl.

She couldn’t handle it.

Hiccup and Leandra were starting to get desperate.

How could they help this traumatized child, if they didn’t have a clue how to even work through such terrible experiences she had to endure? What they had suffered on Berk was a joke against Christa’s life.

At night when they slept, Christa stood often up and sat down out in the cold.

She didn’t understand Hiccup and Leandra at all.

Why were they so nice to her? Treated her like a human being?

She was a thrall and nothing more.

Anybody could do with her what he wished.

That’s when the dragon with the golden eyes would join her, Starchaser was her name and sat beside her without touching.

The dragon only purred to her.

Like she was singing a lullaby to a babe.

Like her father once did, before the Eldians came for their tribe.

This…she could handle.

Since the dragon didn’t talk, didn’t want to do something for her, wanted to take care of her.

Starchaser just sat with her and purred. Expecting nothing in return.

Before the Eldians came she remembered that her village had been raided sometimes by dragons too.

It was tiny raids, but still a hassle for her people. Her father told her to be careful around dragons, that they would kill you given the chance, yet neither Starchaser nor Toothless was hostile.

They were loving towards each other and their riders and respectful around her.

But given what she had lived as a thrall for the Eldians it shouldn’t shock her that dragons were much kinder than humans.

So that’s why she let Starchaser sit with her.

Sometimes for hours long, while the others slept.

Never tried the dragon to touch her.

She was just near her.

A comforting presence that Christa nearly had forgotten what it felt like.

After a month of living with Hiccup and Leandra on the vacant island, Christa touched Starchaser for the first time.

She had seen the day before how Leandra had given her dragon a good scratch and pet session and…something like curiosity came to the surface.

Christa wanted to know how Starchaser felt.

It was scaly and warm…and comforting.

Starchaser just stayed still and let Christa pet her to her heart’s content. The little human girl was scarred like a rabbit, you needed to be careful around her.

Now, when they were alone together Christa always gave Starchaser pets.

First came the purring to show her that she liked the pets.

Then came the leaning on more for more pets.

Then begs for more pets.

Two more weeks passed and Christa could pet Starchaser as Leandra did.

It was an amazing feeling.

She didn’t know that Leandra was standing in the shadow of the entrance of the cavern and saw her petting Starchaser.

Leandra got an idea and hoped it would work.

(*)

The next day Leandra sat on Starchaser’s saddle and petted behind her.

“Come, Christa, let’s take a morning flight.”

Hiccup and Toothless were shocked to see that the little girl still carefully walked up to the girls and actually sat down behind Leandra!

Sure she wasn’t touching the other human but had no problem holding into the saddle or Starchaser.

Smiling happy that the first phase of her plan worked, Leandra gave Starchaser the go-to fly.

So they flew up the sky, high where the clouds were.

Christa was feeling things…she couldn’t describe them.

No wait…it felt a bit like before her tribe was attacked by the Eldians.

Full wonder she touched the clouds.

Is that what Leandra and Hiccup always felt when they rode their dragons?

This feeling…was it freedom?

A tear escaped Christa’s eye.

Was she truly free now?

After the first successful flight together, Leandra took now Christa always with her to her morning flights with Starchaser.

It seemed to do wonders for the girl.

Later when she talked with Hiccup about it, he agreed that Christa probably was just like them.

A dragon rider at heart.

Maybe her own dragon could help her?

(*)

“It’s so crazy, I really hope it works.”, mumbled Hiccup to Toothless.

It was now six months after they had saved Christa and our quartet with their guest flow together over the Barbaric Archipelago.

They were looking for a herd of wild dragons, in the hope, Christa would bond with one, which in turn would her help to fight against her inner demons.

“I see some Deadly Nadders!”, called Leandra back to them and pointed at a clearing. “Should we try?”

“Why not?”

So they made their dragons land near the Nadder herd.

Christa looked at them in question. She didn’t get why the flow till here and were now near wild dragons.

The girl trusted Starchaser and Toothless, but wild dragons were something different.

“Christa, do you wanna see how one befriends a dragon?”, asked Leandra softly.

Oh…!

They wanted to show her how to make friends with a dragon.

This…this sounded nice.

Shyly she nodded.

Hiccup and Leandra smiled at her.

She still was not used to seeing people smiling at her.

“All right, then watch closely how Hiccup will do it.”

With that Hiccup carefully walked up to the Nadders.

The dragons stared at him curiously. A human who didn’t attack them on sight was not the norm.

A blu-ish Nadder was close to him. So Hiccup did what he did with Toothless long ago and waited for the Nadder.

After a few seconds, he felt its snout.

Smiling he petted his new Nadder friend.

Christa was astonished.

Incredible so you made friends with a dragon?

That’s when she saw something shimmering on the side. For the first time in a long time, she got curious and walked up to it.

“See, Christa, that’s how you make a dragon friend!”, told her Leandra smiling. She turned to the girl beside her. “Do you want to try-“

Leandra stopped herself from talking as she saw that Christa wasn’t beside her anymore.

No, she was petting a dragon.

But not a Nadder.

“That’s a Changewing!”, shouted Hiccup in disbelief, what Leandra thought.

The blond-haired girl didn’t even notice that Leandra and Hiccup were freacking out behind her, feeling truly happy after a long time as she petted her new dragon friend.

As she inspected the shimmer it had turned into a big brownish dragon, who had titled his head curiously at her.

When her blue orbs meet the dragon’s yellow one, Christa feels something strange but wonderful.

Like she had found something she had lost.

She had done it like Hiccup.

Touching the dragon gave her even more of a strange and welcoming feeling.

The dragon liked her pets, purring at her.

Could she take the dragon with her?

Yes, she could.

It came gladly with her and Hiccup, Leandra, and their Night Furries.

So Christa flows for the first time in her life a dragon and feels true freedom.

Up in the sky, where the clouds were, she was just a girl with a dragon.

No slave.

No burden.

No coward.

Just a normal girl.

It meant she was really, really free finally.

She wasn’t a thrall anymore.

After Hiccup told her, that her dragon friend was male, she knew what to name him.

Frihet, freedom.

(*)

Two weeks after Christa tamed Frihet, Leandra, and Hiccup asked her if she wanted to travel with them to Spain.

It was high time for the Night Furries riders to be back on the road, but they wouldn’t leave their new friends behind.

Christa didn’t need long to think about it.

Of course, she would stay with them, follow them.

Her village was no more.

She didn’t have a death wish to return to the Eldians and their mad chieftain Fritz.

There was no place she could go besides into the unknown.

No, she rather stays with her friends. That is what Leandra, Hiccup, and their Night Furries were for her and Frihet.

So two dragon riders became three.

In the early morning, they started their journey to Spain.

Our trio flows for some time above the clouds, thinking nothing bad as Toothless' and Starchaser’s ear plates perk up. Frihet also gets tense, he sensed it too.

The dragons glance over their shoulders to see a disturbance in the blanket of clouds.

A strange and arresting masked warrior rises from the clouds, standing upon something unseen. It's armour and cape flap in the buffeting turbulence.

This warrior eyes the dragon riders, pulling up alongside them.

The teens and the young girl sense the approaching figure in their periphery.

“What in Thor’s name…”, Hiccup trails off as he sees the masked warrior.

Is he dreaming?!

“Is this person flying?”, shrieked Leandra shocked out loud, what he thought.

Little Christa hugs Frihet’s long throat tighter, while her dragon purrs at her in comfort.

The warrior stares blankly at them, tilting his head in curiosity while cutting a menacing silhouette.

Then, just as gradually as he rose, the warrior dips back beneath the clouds, disappearing.

“Okay. No sudden moves!”, tells Hiccup his friends.

Suddenly, the warrior explodes out of the clouds before them, standing atop a large unknown dragon.

They circle the three dragon riders forcing them to tread air. The warrior points a staff toward Hiccup, unnervingly, as he returns to face them.

“Hold on, hold on!”, yells Hiccup.

“We are dragon riders like you, we come in peace!”, adds Leandra.

Christa nods her head rapidly.

Toothless, Starchaser, and Frihet growl in warning.

Suddenly, they're ambushed from behind.

Hiccup, Leandra, and Christa are plucked off of their dragons by other dragons and carried off.

“Toothless!”, screams Hiccup for his dragon, who can’t fly on his own.

Starchaser and Frihet try to reach to falling down Night Furry but get ambushed by other dragons too.

The last what our three dragon riders see is Toothless who falls into the ocean.

(*)

Hiccup shivers in the claws of the dragon, surrounded by the strange flock full of breeds he's never seen. He looks back for Toothless, now long gone.

“HEY! YOU LEFT MY DRAGON BACK THERE! HE CAN'T FLY ON HIS OWN! HE'LL DROWN!”, growls Hiccup at the masked warrior, who leads the dragon flock.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO STARCHASER AND FRIHET?”, yells Leandra for herself and Christa.

The young girl shivers also in the claws of her dragon kidnapper and has to fight her tears.

First a human prisoner and now a dragon one?

Wasn’t she free?

Why did this happen?

The warrior offers no response to them, seemingly immune to the cold as he leads the dragon flock across the polar night an alien landscape, harsh and foreboding.

Out of the fog looms epic ice formations, jagged, and spiked, like an impregnable fortress.

The young dragon riders would be sure in awe if they weren’t currently worried for their dragons and themselves.

The dragon flock dives into its jagged folds. The wild ride suddenly gives way to multilevel, cavernous chambers made of ice and columns of basalt rock.

It's heavily populated with dragons of all kinds, looming in the shadows.

Leandra, Christa, and Hiccup get dropped in the centre.

Both teens help Christa up, who formally clings to Leandra for protection. The older girl hugs her back, trying her best to comfort her.

Hiccup knows he isn’t built like a warrior, but he would protect the girls as best as he could.

He stands before them calling out into the darkness: “We have to head back for my dragon! Also, give my friends their dragons back. Christa needs Frihet.”

As to prove his point he hears how Christa whimpers, as best as she can with a cut-out tongue.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”, mumbles Leandra to her. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

A hissing dragon closes in, sniffing, leering, and aggressive.

Hiccup holds his hands up to show he isn’t armed, then puts a handout and looks away.

The warrior watches keenly from the shadows, as the dragon coo curies at Hiccup, before he touches with his snout the hand of the young boy.

Several aggressive dragons close in behind the three dragon riders. Hearing their hisses, Leandra pets Christa on the head and says to her: “Just do what you did with Frihet. You know that dragons are our friends.”

Still, a bit frightened Christa lets go of Leandra and does as the older girl says.

Leandra does the same too.

After a few heartbeats, both girls feel a dragon snout in their hands.

This seems to calm down the other dragons as well.

The warrior tilted his masked head, curious. He dismounts his dragon and approaches Hiccup and the girls.

“Who are you?”, asks Hiccup.

Christa is again hugging Leandra who looks at the warrior in caution.

“You must be a dragon rider like us, why did you kidnap us?”, she wants to know.

He circles them in silence, taking them in.

This boy who is clearly from a Viking village, the tanned girl in a Viking dress but clearly a foreigner, and the little scarred girl in a dress who seems a bit too big for her. Clearly, it belonged to the older girl once and was sewn to fit the younger one.

“Do you even understand what we are saying?”, wondered Hiccup frustrated.

In answer the warrior whirls and hammers his staff.

In response, three large dragons ascend from the depths, carrying Toothless, Starchaser, and Frihet.

Hiccup and Leandra say the name of their dragon relieved, while Christa smiles big.

Toothless is dumped on the ground next to Hiccup, sopping wet. Hiccup rushes to him, petting him reassuringly. Toothless coos in relief.

“It's okay. I'm glad to see you, too, bud. You really had me worried there.”

Next Starchaser and Frihet get dumped before their riders.

Christa just hugs Frihet tightly, who wraps himself formally around her, while Leandra gives Starchaser a lot of kisses on her head.

“Oh Star, thank the lord, you are okay!”

Her dragon nuzzles her in a way that spells that she is glad that Leandra is okay too.

The warrior rattles his staff at a nearby dragon.

In response, it and the surrounding dragons produce firelight from their throats, spotlighting the three dragon riders and their dragons.

Then he sets down his staff and shield, and approaches Hiccup, cautiously and animal-like.

Toothless snarls and circles Hiccup defensively, but then instantly yields to the stranger's outstretched hand. With a quick, disarming gesture, the warrior lays Toothless down in a state of bliss.

Of course, Starchaser wants to protect her mate, but the same trick works on her too.

Now two blissful Night Furries lay on the ground.

Frihet gets ready to spit his acid, yet one upward gesture from the warrior, and he is a blissed-out dragon too.

Hiccup and the girls are astonished.

The warrior's hand continues toward Hiccup's face. He recoils, but the warrior persists, finding the faint scar on Hiccup's chin, glinting in the firelight.

Their kidnapper gasps and retreats a few steps.

“Hiccup?”, says surprisingly a female voice, shaking with emotions. “Could it be? After all these years? How is this possible?”

“Uh, should I... should I know you?”, asks Hiccup and looks to Leandra and Christa who shrug their shoulders at him.

They haven’t the faintest idea what is going on right now too.

“No. You were only a babe...”, starts the strange woman who slowly removes here mask.

A beautiful woman with green eyes and her auburn hair in three braids was hiding behind it.

Leandra and Christa look from her to Hiccup and back.

These two… look like they could be related!

What?!

The woman’s eyes meet Hiccups, equally wide-eyed and aghast.

“... but a mother never forgets.”, she ends her sentence.

Hiccup stammers, tongue-tied, aghast.

Christa has wide eyes and blinks.

Leandra is the only one who sums up the situation in perfection: “What the heck?!”

(*)

Our three dragon riders run after the woman through tightly winding corridors.

“Hold on! Wait just a minute! Come back here!”, calls Hiccup after her.

“This way. Come.”, is the only answer of the woman.

“You can't just say something like that and run off! You're my mother?! I mean, what the -- do you grasp how INSANE it sounds?!”, he shouts after her. “I have questions!”

“We all have questions. Didn’t you tell me your mother was eaten by a dragon?!”, reminds him, Leandra, holding hands with Christa, so she can keep up with them.

They follow Hiccup’s supposed mom over the difficult terrain. Together and helping each other clamber over a tall rock.

“That’s what everyone told me back home, I mean-“

He is lost for words as he sees where they are now.

A giant ice chamber teeming with ferns, waterfalls, hot springs, and thousands of new dragons.

Even Leandra and Christa stop walking with their chins on the floor.

Neither of the three has seen something that beautiful.

Their dragons join them, curiously looking around.

Hiccup spots his….mother clinging to a basalt overhang, watching him and the girls.

“This is where you've been for 15 years?”

“You believe her!”, whisper-shouts Leandra shocked, and even Christa gives him a look alla are you crazy?

“She looks how my father always described her.”, he gives them one reason. “Also she knows my name. Leandra, you didn’t use my name the whole time we were here with her, so how else should she know it?”

The two girls look at each other and then shrug.

Well, they can’t say anything against it and so long as Hiccup’s mom didn’t hurt them they would accept this.

Crazy as it was.

Hiccup’s mom nods from her perch answering the question of her son.

“You've been rescuing them.”, declares the boy.

She nods again, this time with a smile.

“Unbelievable.”

“I wanna add an uff to it.”, pipes Leandra up.

Christa nods in agreement.

This whole thing got crazier by the minute!

Hiccup’s supposed dead mom wasn’t dead but a dragon rider, like them, and a dragon rescuer.

Wow!

“You're not upset?”, ask him his mother unsure.

“What? No. I don't know. It's a bit much to get my head around, to be frank. It's not every day you find out your mother is some kind of crazy, feral, vigilante dragon lady.”, blabs Hiccup what comes to his mind.

He is still reeling too, okay?

She chuckles, and using her dragon's wing, lowers herself to the ground like a skilled acrobat.

“At least I'm not boring... right?”

“I suppose there is that... one... specific... thing...”

Excited dragons rush up to greet the three dragon riders and their dragons. The humans pet a few, marvelling at the vast dragon utopia before them.

“Maybe it’s time we introduce ourselves.”, says Leandra and grins crookedly at Hiccup’s mom. “It’s not every day you meet the dead mom of your best friend. I’m Leandra Alvarez, it’s nice to meet you…erm…Mrs. Haddock?”

Mrs. Haddock gives her a reassuring smile.

“Please a friend of my son can call me Valka.”

“Valka, okay, noted.”

“And who is the little one?”

Valka crouches down to see into Christa’s eyes, she is approaching her as one would do with a baby dragon.

“That’s Christa…mom.”, tests Hiccup for the first time calling her this. “She is a former thrall, her old master cut out her tongue so she can’t talk.”

“You poor dear!”, Valka gasps. “No one will hurt you here, I promise.”

Christa gives her a shy smile.

That’s when Frihet snuggles up to Christa like he wants to say just try it and I will acid you back to the stone age.

“Incredible, you three made friends with dragons.”, can’t Valka help herself to say.

She never imagined her son would become a dragon rider. When she thought about him, she hoped he was more like his father. No one should be like her on Berk.

But these three weren’t on Berk.

Valka wonders what the story is behind this.

Asking now wouldn’t be wise, besides she was so curious about the two Night Furries before her.

“Can I... ?”, she asks her son and Leandra for permission, who nods at her.

She pets the two black dragons, who nuzzled her softly.

“Oh, they are beautiful. They may be the last of their kind.”

“Then it’s good that they are mates.”, explains Leandra. “Green eye is Toothless Hiccup male dragon and gold eye is Starchaser my female dragon. And our Changewing friend is Frihet, male too.”

“Night Furrie hatchling I would love to see this.”, gushes Valka, inspecting the talons as Toothless and Starchaser roll onto their backs, nuzzling her.

“And look, he's your age! No wonder you get along so well.”

Hiccup smiles, astounded by Toothless' affection for Valka.

“Our girl here is actually older, seventeen. How old are you Leandra?”

“Sixteen, Valka.”

Leandra gives her dragon a smug look.

“So you are older than me, heh Star.”

Starchaser gives a little huff.

“Toothless your mate is older than you? Do you have a thing for older girls or what?”, jokes Hiccup with his dragon, who huffs also at him.

Meanwhile, Valka checks Toothless teeth. They recede into the gums at her touch.

“And retractable teeth? Ah! How did you manage to—“

“--I found him in the woods. He was shot down and wounded. Starchaser found us a few days later.”

Valka winces and offers a sympathetic nod as she stands to caress a few of her own rescued dragons.

“This Snafflefang lost his leg to one of Drago Bludvist's iron traps.”, she tells the kids, who look at each other in confusion. Who is this Dragog Blood Fist? “This Raincutter had her wing sliced by razor netting. And this poor Hobblegrunt was blinded by a tree snare... then left to die alone and scared. And what of this? Did Drago or his trappers do this, too?”

“Erm…mom…”

“Erm…Valka…”

“Yes, dears?”

“Who is Dragog Blood Fist?”

The older woman blinks at them before she turns white as a sheet.

“You kids don’t know? Drago Bludvist is a madman who captures dragons! He is a vile human being who does anything to get his hands on dragons. I still don’t know why he does it. He doesn’t kill them…he just keeps them in cages.”

“Asshole!”, declares Leandra.

Christa frowns and Hiccup nods in agreement.

“Heh. Well, the crazy thing is...”, starts Hiccup to explain to his mom Toothless condition. “I'm actually the one who shot him down.”

His mother glares, confused.

“Because he wanted to be a Viking.”, adds Leandra. “Turned out he isn’t on and doesn’t want to be one.”

“What did your father think of your Night Fury friend?”

“I will never know… Me and Leandra actually run away from Berk and saved Christa from being hunted down like a pig.”

Valka blinked at the sheepish grins the kids gave her.

“All right, I think we need to sit down and talk. Come with me.”

(*)

The humans and the dragon riders are all around sitting in the cave Valka has turned into a little flat.

Hiccup and Leandra are finishing their tale, Christa drinking a cup of tea Valka had made for her and the older woman listening attentively.

“…And that’s about it. We were on our way to Spain before you snatched us up Mom.”, finishes Hiccup.

Valka can’t help but shake her head and smile bittersweet at him.

“To think you are just like me. You couldn’t kill a dragon. I hoped for you that you were more like your father, no one should get through what I expired on Berk, but hoping was fruitless.”, she signs.

“Valka do you mind telling us your story?”, asks Leandra. “I think it’s only fair.”

Of course, she would and the two teenagers and child listened to Valka’s story of the faithful night that changed her life.

“…It broke my heart to stay away, but I believed you'd be safer if I did.”, she ends and you can clearly see the remorse in her eyes.

If she only had known what her son had to endure without her, that he was like her…she would have snatched him and Leandra up and Christa too.

Hiccup considers his mother’s tale, then raises his eyes to hers, seeing the sting of remorse.

“How did you survive?”

Here she smiles and pets her owl-like dragon.

“Oh, Cloudjumper never meant to harm me. He must've thought I belonged here...come I will show you.”

So they follow her out again to the edge of the raised natural terrace, overlooking the steamy oasis with its flowing hot spring waterfalls.

Half-submerged in the warm lake below, a massive white dragon with pronounced, mammoth-like tusks rests benevolently on the banks, his stately countenance like that of a lion surrounded by his pride.

“Dios mio, it’s huge!”, can’t Leandra help herself.

Hiccup is speechless, while Christa’s chin is on the floor.

“In the home of the great Bewilderbeast.”, continues Valka her sentence from before. “The alpha species. One of very few that still exist. Every nest has its queen, but this is the king of all dragons.”

Dragons land and bow reverentially to the Bewilderbeast. Valka gestures to the spiked ice ceiling that acts as a sweating greenhouse.

“With his icy breath, this graceful giant built our nest. A safe haven for dragons everywhere. He protects us. We all live under his care. And his command.”

“Incredible.”, declares Hiccup, while Leandra and Christa nod in agreement.

They pass an eggshell-littered nursery.

Hatchlings dart out of it, greeting them excitedly and inciting chaos. Toothless, Starchaser, and Frihet are overwhelmed by their manic picking and scratching.

Cloudjumper baulks and sends them scattering.

“All but the babies, of course...”, chuckles Valka, as the hatchlings clamber on top of the Bewilderbeast and play on his massive tusks, despite his authority. “... who listens to no one.”

The Bewilderbeast lets out a frosty snort, sending off the youngsters to spread more mischief.

Now awakened, the Bewilderbeast raises his gargantuan head to take a closer look at the three young dragon riders, coming eyes to massive eye.

Valka bows in his presence, as do Toothless, Starchaser, and Frihet.

“I've lived among them for 15 years, Hiccup, Leandra, and Christa learning their ways, discovering their secrets...”

The gentle giant dragon acknowledges Hiccup and the girls with another icy snort, slicking back Hiccup's hair in a frosty veneer. Icicles are formed on the dresses of the girls.

The older woman laughs.

“He likes you three.”

“Wow.”

“Dios mio.”

Christa smiles just happy.

“You kids must be hungry.”, says Valka to them.

“Uh, yeah. I could eat.”, agrees Hiccup.

“Me too!”, tells also Leandra.

Shyly raising her hand, Christa means she could eat too.

“Good. It's feeding time.”

(*)

Christa is actually Ymir Fritz or as I like to call her more Ymir the founder from Shingeki No Kyojin or Attack on Titan.

My headcanon is that King Fritz, this bitch ass motherfucker cocksucker, gave Christa the name Ymir after Ymir the Norse Giant God since Eldians are based on the Vikings.

Christa is her real name I believe because when Frieda read the story of the devil and Ymir to Historia she called the girl Christa.

It makes sense that the direct descendants of Ymir and King Shit knew the real name of Ymir the founder.

So she will be called by her name Christa and not the slave name Ymir.

I choose the Changewing for Christa as a dragon because I think a dragon who spits acid is really cool and special for our Christa.

I was tempted to call him Eren, but Frihet-Freedom is better. XD

Tatakae! XD

I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Till next time my loves .3.

#own character #ocs #httyd fanfiction #httyd oc #hiccup x oc #toothless x oc #assassin's creed #crossover #piece of eden #isu bullshit #altair ibn la'ahad #altair x oc #ymir fritz #ymir the founder #valka haddock

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sillyangstfic · 6 months ago

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Another prompt for the sentitwins becoming fully human/freed from their amoks au: they didn't have as many side effects due to their amoks being the thing with the most influence over them. With them being freed, they now experience the side effects at full force like the rest.

Both cats and peacocks groom themselves, but for cats it also a social bonding activity. Cue Felix spending hours destroying his lovely curly hair with gel and then promptly helping Adrien with his because it makes him happy. It just brings them closer no matter how much Felix complains. When Felix wears off the gel, he indulges Adrien by letting him have a go at making his hair look good in a messy way.

Imagine Felix now spends a good chunk of his morning coordinating elegant outfits with Duusu. His vanity has good up by 1000% so now he plans hours in advance just so he can make sure he doesn't delay anybody with it.

Also a peacock's primary defense mechanism is to kick and they have very sharp thorn like spurs on their ankles that stab you when at the right angle. Imagine Felix developing really strong leg muscles and retractable thorns at the back of his ankles. Him just elegantly kicking his way to victory without needing to scrifice a single sentimonster. Now picture him doing this to an Akuma as Luka stares with awe, fright, and arousal. Meanwhile Kagami wants to know what his workout is so she pull that look from Zoe (jokes on her she already does).

Moving onto Adrien, I've quoted before that "cats don't follow orders, merely act on polite requests from those they appreciate". I need Adrien to slowly stop appreciating Gabriel. Yeah he still does his modeling jobs and whatnot, but other than that Adrien has ceased all effort to please him. When he finds out his dad is Hawkmoth, the human brain is distraught that his dad is the terrorist trying to take his miraculous but the cat brain goes full Miette: "you KICK Adrien? you kick his body like a football? oh! oh! jail for father! jail for father for ONE THOUSAND YEARS!"

As Felix finally gets Adrien to yank off his rose colored lenses, Adrien just gets more pissed off at how ridiculous his dad is. He used to admire the man and now he thinks of him as a pitiful bug stuck is past not worthy of his attention.

The whole household is shocked at how the "perfect" son is now talking back to his father or just ignoring him. They still got trauma from the time Gabriel told Adrien to cancel his plans with his friends and Adrien gave him the most scathing glare known to man (he learned it from Ladybug) and gave a firm "FUCK NO" and then proceeded to propose a compromise. Gabriel was so stunned by his defiance that he just accepted with no argument.

Gabriel is shooketh that instead of the usual disappointed frown with a glimmer of hope, he's getting hit with the "you are the shit stuck on my shoe" look. Funny part is that it's only Gabriel (and Lila) who's receiving this. He's still an affectionate sunshine to everybody else. He makes sure Natalie is always comfortable and not overworking herself, he always takes time to chat with Gorilla during cars rides, he's a complete simp for Marinette (post reveal and its also mutual), he an empathetic caring friend to everybody (expect Lila), and is just the happiest person in general when not around Gabriel (or Lila). Plagg is crying tears of joy at the pride he feels when he sees Adrien's progress.

Gabriel starts breaking down even more when he realizes that Adrien's amok doesn't seem to working (not realizing that Adrien has no amok anymore). He goes complete insane when he learns that his son is now human and is also Chat Noir, thus impossible to ever control.

Cat rules!Adrien who, with the sudden full force of his miraculous, is initially very affectionate with his father (especially if its after Gabe’s emotional manipulation arc). But then his father won’t return the affection, always ignores him, always pushes him away. So he goes to other people, other places. Adrien who’s always found everywhere, at the Couffaine’s boat house, outside Chloe’s window (“Adrien I live on the fourteenth floor, hiw did you get up here?!” “:3”), on Marinette’s balcony, etc

Adrien choosing to distance himself from his father

Adrien growing longer, stronger, sharper nails. Lila getting a little too close

Felix, suddenly not feeling gorgeous At All if he’s not wearing bright colors, the brighter the better. He has to try to make it work with how he likes to dress (thankfully his hair is already a bright enough blonde)

Felix not feeling secure without wearing a big, dramatic jacket

Felix intimidating people by spreading out his jacket (which actually works, mostly because of his other theatrics)

#mlb #mlb felix #mlb adrien #i wouldnt have adrien still model #simply bec hes off doing what he wants (like a cat)#hes not an indoor cat #he wanders #also ‘felix vanity x1000’ is so funny to me #anyway sorry for answering late

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takaispog · 2 years ago

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Intro :]

I'm Taka, but I also go by Blake or Peter. [preference order; Taka, Peter, Blake]

I use he/they/it pronouns, I DO care what you use for me, I hate she/her pronouns with a passion I will never EVER use them for myself. [preference order; he, it, they]

I am an artist, but don't expect much from me cause I am awful when it comes down to actually drawing. Most of my drawings either take a few hours or a whole week, I literally cannot sit down at my computer and focus for more than 10 minutes, it's hard living in such a world.. [adhd + autism]

i am single.

Oh, also I'm a writer and I spend a lot of my time writing more than I do drawing. I've made several AUs [mostly DSAF] that I would love to share with you all!! I'm the creator of Broken Promises on Twitter [@dsafbrknpromise] and although it's been a while since I've actually done anything with it, maybe this'll give me the motivation to continue it / make content related to it.

Not in a lot of fandoms because I can't have more than one interest at a time due to not being able to get into stuff easily. Mostly cause DSAF is such a huge hyperfixation as of currently and I can't watch anything without going "haha dsaf" whenever somebody says the name Jack or Peter.

The fandoms I am in are as follows; [ Most liked to Least liked ]

Dayshift at Freddy's [DSAF]

Dialtown

How To Train Your Dragon [HTTYD]

Pokémon

Slime Rancher

Overwatch

Five Nights at Freddy's [FNAF]

Also a HUUUUGE Group Chat fan [ Isaacwhy, Softwilly, etc.. ] so if anybody out there a huge fan too, hmu.

Will mostly be a DSAF account, will probably post about Peter Kennedy a lot due to him being my husband and us having three children and a house on a hill!

BYF;

I make jokes about wanting to kms and sexual jokes towards fictional adult characters, I'm also really REALLY into DSAF so if spam about the game / fanfiction / art pisses you off gtfo. I do not give a damn. [if you also hate the game get off my page idc about ur opinions]

I make die jokes towards close friends [unless told not to] and type in all caps sometimes, if that makes you uncomfortable in any way you are free to leave!! :] I don't want anybody on my page to feel uncomfortable or anything, I do genuinely care about the people of this fandom, you guys are funny / cool / incredibly talented and I cannot wait to meet new people and make friends.

I sometimes come off a little strong / rude and that's because I cannot read my own tone!! So sorry if I sound sarcastic sometimes or if I sound mean about something, I don't mean to be!! I will make it known if I meant to come off as rude though.

I am an OSDD-1b system. If you don't know what that is, you could do research about it!! If you don't want to idc I tend to keep my system off my shit.

DNI;

Basic DNI shit, if you're a weirdo gtfo. Proshippers, pedophiles, the whole bunch of you, I DO NOT LIKE YOU. If you step foot into my account I will get angry or something idk.

DSAF hater / disliker, if you don't know what the game is I will gladly teach you!! I loooove DSAF, it's my comfort game, I write / draw for it every day. I will point my long, wrinkly finger towards the door if you say anything negative about it.

That's about it!! Thank you for reading <3

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #davesport #pokemon #httyd #slime rancher #the group chat #isaacwhy #yumi #softwilly #bigt #larrycroft #grunkkk #overwatch #ow2 #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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alexandersimpleton · 2 years ago

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So saw this post, and decided to share some stuff, I scrolled down your blog a bit, and saw an OMORI post... So here's my idea for everybody's Epithets!

Sunny - Dreamer - This word is brought up a lot in the context of Sunny, and makes sense for Headspace and how it works. I'm still gonna explain the logistics and why I had those as powers though.

Dreamer allows for the user to have incredibly complex dreams, manifest abilities from these into reality. (Calm Down, Focus, Persist) Create nightmarish illusions from somebody's psyche. (Think Nightmare Fuel with Drowsy and SOMETHING and all of it's related fights) Invite others subconsciousness into their dreams. (Mostly Basil related stuff from the OG OMORI) As well as being able to fall asleep and wake up on command. (It's a buncha instances rather than one so..)

Kel - Caffeine - It's mostly because, he's really fast, and also Orange Joe contains extreme amounts of caffeine

That is... not normal.... So, I made it Kel's Epithet!

Caffeine allows the user to consume any amount of caffeine without consequence, as well as boosting the effects of it. It also allows for short boosts of caffeine which can give a bunch more energy and speed. The user can also apply these effects to others. They can also almost infinitely restore physical Stamina... mental stamina though? Yeah... that's gonna take a hit after a while.

Aubrey... Honestly not sure, whether she'd be a Mundie or Inscribed. If she WAS Inscribed, Bunny would work, but eh idk. Just not sure.

Mari ~ Picnic...? ~ In Headspace, everybody has an Epithet, simply because they're cool. So of course Mari needs one. In the Real World, Mari had no Epithet and was totally not frustrated about that, and assumed that Sunny having an Epithet should be as good as her, if not better, especially with something like Dreamer, wouldn't somebody be able to reach their dreams, and Sunny DOES want this doesn't he?!

Picnic allows travel from any picnic blanket to another, manifestation of food in a picnic basket, this food immediately restoring all your stamina and healing your wounds.It also allows immediate transportation to the last held picnic basket imbued with Picnic for anybody. This is all at no cost to the user.

Hero ~ Mundie...? ~ Honestly it'd be kinda funny, and make sense, if he was a Mundie. But nobody realized. Because he's very charming, very good at making food, and very good at school. Everybody assumes he has some kind of Epithet, but just doesn't talk about it.

In Headspace, his Epithet is Food. Which allows for the creation of, of course, food. This food can heal wounds, or restore stamina, works similar to Picnic basically but way less strong, and does actually require stamina.

Basil - Photo - Allows for the capture or summoning of a photo of any moment the user has seen. As well as the summoning of a Photo Album. Reflects the memory itself, rather than what truly happened. Though after it's been shot, the memory stays in that state, until the photo is destroyed, at which the memory continues as if it were a normal one.

OMORI - ??? - It's stated OMORI hasn't figure out his Epithet yet. OMORI basically acts as he does usually in Headspace, with all the powers.

Honestly the Epithets don't change... much, since I kept them fairly similar to the anomalous things already existing in canon, still some stuff that's fun and different from OG OMORI, but, yeah, fun! Hope you enjoy!

Yeah I enjoyed all of that! They were all so creative! I don't have much to add (which is probably partially because it's the middle of the night where I am and I can't think), but I just wanted other people to see these amazing ideas (and add a Kel nuke joke because that uses coffee)

#epithet erased au #epithet erased #omori #I'm not tagging all the omori characters #it's late

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imjustabeanie · 1 year ago

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Hello~ I saw that your requests were open and you’re accepting matchups as well? If it’s alright with you, I’d like a romantic matchup with someone from Genshin Impact please~ preferably a male.

I’m 22 and I use she/her pronouns. I’m around 155 cm with long, dark hair and I’m near-sighted so I wear rounded-spectacles. I like to present myself as someone polite and welcoming, so I often wear clothes with pastel or warm colours, and they often have a flowy look to them.

If enneagram types help, then I’m a 9w1. I’m not sure about my Myers-Briggs type since it keeps changing;; But it’s either INFP, INFJ or ISFP. I’d describe myself as someone shy and reserved. I dislike being the centre of attention and I have troubles speaking to strangers, even online, but I still try my best to anyway. You’ll just need to be patient with me;-;. I’m also quite optimistic and I always assume that the people I meet are good. I know when to have my suspicions, but I tend to give them second chances first before having my final opinions on them. I like to think I’m a funny person too, and I’m easily humoured, so stupid jokes that aren’t even funny can make me chuckle. My jokes tend to just be witty remarks that can sometimes be dark but harmless. This means I’m usually in a good mood, and it’s rare for me to get mad. It’s exhausting and pointless to me, so I would just be sad instead. Speaking of being sad, I think it’s easy for people to know when I’m upset; I get quiet and moody. I am quite emotional, which is something I don’t like about myself. I know it’s fine to feel upset, but it’s hard for me to think properly whenever I’m riled up, so I prefer to be given some space before I talk to anybody. Another negative trait of mine is that I’m somewhat of a people-pleaser. I like to go along with whatever other people want and I tend to put their needs before mine. This doesn’t really mentally drain me or anything, but people have expressed their concerns over this habit of mine. I guess it does leave me prone to being taken advantage of, and that could get me killed someday lol. Oh, and I have very low self-esteem<3 I’m not sure where it stemmed from, maybe due to lack of validation but I don’t have memories of people invalidating my interests either. This has prevented me from indulging in a lot of things I’m interested in, and potentially opening myself up to a lot of fun things in life. I honestly feel like a child who needs to constantly be reassured, but going out of my comfort zone is scary, okay?;-;

Alright, onto hobbies- I like to draw or play video games during my leisure time, but I won’t mind somebody with little or no knowledge about my interest. I’m open to ramble about the fandoms I’m in (if they don’t mind) and I’d be more than happy to learn about their interests too. If I really have nothing better to do, daydreaming and fantasising on writing a book one day are a few other hobbies of mine lol. A few examples of video games I play are Genshin Impact (omg what a surprise), BanG! Dream, Tears of Themis and Roblox. Hmm, some other general things, I like are cats, tea, animated movies/series, cool weather, sweets, cute little trinkets and EDM.

Some traits I’d like in a partner are definitely patience and attentiveness. Due to my low self-esteem, I can get pretty insecure sometimes and I start to second guess if my friends like me or not. It’s not like I think like this all the time, but whenever I do, I hope my partner would be patient when dealing with this habit of mine. I want to be with somebody who’ll make me feel safe and secure, someone who I can be vulnerable with without fearing any sort of judgement, so open mindedness is very important as well. I think it’s important to mention that I have no experience in dating whatsoever, so uh, I’m a little shy around intimacy ;-; but I’d definitely like to hug and hold hands and kiss someday!! (I’d faint if they take this opportunity to tease me too///) As for date ideas, taking a walk around town is enough for me to have fun, what’s important is the quality time that we spend together. For deal breakers… people who are short-tempered I suppose, and those who can’t deal with their stress in a mature way. I get kinda scared around people like that…

Anddd I think that’s all? Hopefully I didn’t forget anything, and please tell me if I did;; Anyway, please take your time with this silly little matchup and have a great day!

I apologize for the delay! Your genshin match is....Lyney!

I did hesitate with Itto and even considered kazuha a little but in the end the winner is Lyney.

Lyney is a patient but fun lover. He'll always be here to comfort you and make you feel at ease, even if it's with little shows. The reason why he is patient is that he knows your worth and just wants to help you shine. He also has his secrets and probably squeletons in his closet that's why he likes that you trust him and is understanding with him.

He loves your jokes! Even when they tend to be a little dark he'll just lift up your mood with one of his own later. Lyney is always here to give you a push and encouraged you to engage in hobbies you would've never considered before. He doesn't see your constant need for reassurance as something negative and makes it his mission to build up your confidence because he knows your potential.

Lyney likes playing video games with you. He doesn't have a lot of time but always joins you when he can. He encourages you to draw and gifts you nice material that he finds. Despite his busy schedule, he always makes time for you two to have a date together, precisely a movie date. If you let him he'd take you outside to discover all the fun you can have in fontaine at night!

Lyney love language is affection, words and sometimes gift giving. He always brings you sweets or trinkets that he'd think you'd like. But most of the time he can be seen glued to you. He likes holding your hand and definitely cuddles you at home (his siblings tease him). Every day his goal is to make you feel loved so that one day you can see yourself through his eyes. This is why he compliments you a lot.

I hope you enjoy!

#matchups #match ups #genshin impact

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eievuimultimuse · 2 months ago

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AT CLEO’S WORDS regarding Hob, he let out a laugh that rattled his body. The ache in his abdomen reminded him that it was still very much there when he did, prompting him to rest a hand over his bandages. Still, it was pretty funny. “ I suppose I shouldn’t have believed anything less. Knowing you, you’d have kicked his ass for even trying. “

Although she jokes, ‘Fly shrugs his shoulders. “ He was trained t’ be a soldier. Thankfully, so was I. ‘Least we were equal in that regard. “ And he doesn’t wanna say it out loud, because he knows it’ll sound as stupid as nearly getting himself killed, but he’s GLAD it was him that fought him. Manray might not have been the STRONGEST enemy Superfly had to face, but he was certainly up there. Given that he himself was built virtually like a tank, the fly mutant at least knew that he had better chances of enduring that battle. He dared not imagine if anyone else had tried to face him. ( Well…anyone other than the guy who bailed him out. But there’s been a silent agreement not to discuss that fact, and ‘Fly has no intention of being the first to break the silence. ) In any case, when she pats his shoulder, an appreciative smile graces his features, earning her a thankful nod. However, it soon fades as she inquires about Manray’s…motivations, the fly’s brows raising slightly.

“ Ah… “ Even without pupils, one could sense him averting his gaze thoughtfully, trying to find a way to piece this whole mess together for someone out of the loop. After all, his answer likely won’t make sense without a bit of explanation first. It’s easier said than done…but he can certainly try. “ Well, there was never really much to report about him until now, “ he starts, taking a moment to gently shift in the bed so that he could sit up a little straighter. He spoke the truth; the ray’s presence was quieter and more subtle than that of his fellow members. That, of course, never made him any less dangerous, but it had made him one of the LAST people that anyone would suspect would go off the rails as he did. Even ‘Fly, who always had his own opinion and never fully trusted him, didn’t envision him turning against Hob as violently as he had.

“ I’m not sure how much you heard about, ah…the disagreement going on amongst my family and Hob’s. About the whole…mutants and humans thing. “ And for her sake, he really hoped she hadn’t heard the full extent of it. Or if she did, that she wouldn’t blame Hob too harshly for any stances he’d taken in what was ultimately a movement fueled with desperation and grief. He was never big on humans, but this…this had just taken things too far. “ But that’s basically the root of where this all started. Hob had been crystal clear about his plan, and Manray didn’t hide that he was gonna stick by his decision. The guy’s always been his right-hand, so there was no surprise there. “

“ But Hob…dammit, “ he hisses quietly. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting hers, and he shakes his head as he says, “ He didn’t wanna hurt anybody. I knew that the whole time. He didn’t, he’d just— LOST someone, and he was takin’ it out on the wrong people, and— “ He pauses to shut his eyes and sigh, remaining like that for a moment before continuing. “ Anyway, to get to the point, I’d finally talked a bit of sense in ‘im. Only, I didn’t realize he’d changed his mind until he was just about to pull the trigger on all those people. I don’t think he knew he’d changed his mind ‘til then, either. “

“That was when Manray attacked him, “ he said, finally arriving at the crux of the question. “ From what I could gather from his rants while he preoccupied himself with trying to beat the shit out of me, he’d felt that Hob betrayed their cause by tryin’ to back down. Felt that the optimal move at that point was to take ‘im out then finish what Hob had started. “ He let out a small huff before adding, “ Called me a traitor too, just ‘cause I refused to take their side. Accused me of makin’ Hob weak…and hell, I tried to tell ‘im that what he was doing wasn’t gonna help their cause at all. That he can’t just CHANGE THE WORLD by hurtin’ innocent people. But, y’know, he obviously wasn’t open to discussion at that point. “

" NO, BUT YOU know damn well ah' ain't gon' let'cha off easily on this one, bucko. " A lighthearted tease, though she had a feeling they both shared the knowledge that that was fully the truth, too, and that she, in fact, was NOT going to stop pestering him about it, even long after this whole Manray problem was dealt with.

" YEAH. WHAT, YOU think Hob's allowed ta' just die on us like that ? You think ah' wouldn't drag his ass back outta the ferryman's boat and back inta' the livin' world if he tried ? " Her tone remained light and jovial, carried a bit of a cocky flair to it. Seems like she was picking up Mikey's joke form of comfort. It worked for the moment, at least -- the last thing 'Fly needed right now was constant negativity, it wasn't the right mindset for someone to be in while recovering.

" YOU BETTER HAVE, Big Blue. Ah' woulda' sent yer ass back ta' training if you hadn't at least somewhat fucked 'em up. You did us good guys PROUD. " She patted his shoulder with her free hand, the other resting 'pon the hat on her lap. Going silent for a moment, Cleo took the chance to ponder something before she spoke again.

" ...WHAT THE FUCK did he even want ? The ray, ah' mean. Ah' ain't heard much 'sides him goin' postal on you guys an' threatenin' people. "

#greenvengeance #SUPERFLY. / IC.#SUPERFLY. / VERSE 003. BIG FLIES BREAK THE WEB.#ask to tag //#( cleo: asks what manny's problem was #SF: ok so ur gonna need to get comfortable for this bc THIS BITCH-- /J )

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justburningdaylight · 3 years ago

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The Art and the Aesthete

Eddie Munson x Fem Henderson!Reader, Best Friend Steve x Fem Henderson!Reader

Summary: The first time reader meets Eddie is also the first time she truly appreciates art.

Warnings: fluff, slight paul mccartney idolization, a LOT of art comparisons, ted bundy reference, no real ending at all (sorry guys), like one f-bomb i think, no spoilers!

Word count: 1.4k

a/n: i finished stranger things and naturally i wanted to write a lil something for eddie so here we are. p.s. requests are open come talk to me!

You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom with your back pressed contently against your bed, silently willing your best friend to stop talking. Steve had come over to complain after what you could only hyperbolically guess was his hundredth date this month.

“And it’s like okay, it’s cool if we have similar opinions! But there’s no way you actually agree with every single thing I say! I mean seriously (y/n), I said the Beatles were better than the Rolling Stones just to see what she’d say and she agreed!”

“That’s because the Beatles are better, inordinately better actually-”

“Woah, hey, I just wanted to make sure you were listening! Please don’t give me the Paul McCartney is a god speech again.”

“I was listening, I just wasn’t sure how to reply. You don’t want to go out with her again because she agreed with you? You really dodged a bullet Harrington. I mean imagine if you had gotten serious with this girl? ‘Hey honey do you want to go out to dinner tonight?’ ‘Yes Steve, that sounds nice.’ I mean seriously? What a psycho!” You quip, making sure to use a vocal impression of him that you know Steve hates.

“You’re not funny, Henderson, anybody ever tell you that?” He exclaims, flopping backwards onto the plush fabric of your duvet.

“I do! Tell her all the time actually.” Dustin suddenly appears in your room without knocking you can’t help but notice.

Steve lets out a diminutive chuckle, unsubtly attempting to cover it with a cough.

“You know what I tell you all the time? To knock, like on my door, before you just walk in. Does that sound familiar?”

“Hmmm. No, no not really.”

“Oh? Do you want me to tell you again in a way that you won’t forget?” You threaten, trying less than gracefully to pull yourself off the floor while conjuring up the most menacing look you can and aiming it toward your little brother.

“Ooh I’m real scared. I shouldn’t have to knock anyway cause you were supposed to drop me and Mike off at Hellfire Club like five minutes ago.”

“So because I forgot, the basic concept of privacy is thrown out the window?”

“Yep! Let’s go, chop-chop! I’ve got a campaign to win.” Dustin throws haphazardly over his shoulder as he walks out of your room, knowing you already agreed to drive him and wouldn’t want to chance getting another lecture from your mother about the importance of being there for each other.

“Hey how much do you know about this Eddie guy? Dustin hasn’t shut up about him for weeks,” Steve says as you start your walk to the driveway.

“Well I’ve never actually met him, I just drop the boys off for their club sometimes.”

“You’ve never met him? And you just leave them there? That sounds right to you? What if he’s some Ted Bundy type?”

The look you give him is the middle ground between amusement and confusion. Though you’re sure a small part of him could be worried for your brother’s safety, it seems far more likely that he’s jealous Dustin has another older friend to hang out with.

“Please! If you were a killer, would you let Dustin live this long?” You’re joking, but you’re completely convinced that your little brother is far too annoying for someone with murderous tendencies to keep around long-term.

“Ha! And I said you weren’t funny,” Dustin’s voice sounds again, dripping with sarcasm, “Seriously (y/n)! If I’m late to this thing you’re gonna have to explain it to Eddie.” He’s bordering on whining now and you resist the urge to roll your eyes and take twice as long just to spite him.

“Alright!” You shout and turn back to Steve “See you later. Oh hey! Watch out for agreeable girls on your way home! You can never be too careful.”

“Alright, okay, point taken. Maybe I’m being a little too picky.”

“I’m glad you picked up on that.” You say getting into your car.

“See you later Hendersons!”

“Bye Steve!” Dustin’s impatient form calls out waving goodbye from the passenger seat.

“Finally!” Mike and Dustin chorus in unison as your car pulls into the parking lot. You silently praise yourself for mustering up the strength not to fling an insult or two at the boys after what was one of the more infuriating car rides in your recent memory.

“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up! Glad you boys found the time to fit me into your busy schedule.” An unfamiliar voice weaves its way through the crisp evening air.

“We’re sorry!” “So sorry! My sister doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the words I don’t want to be late so y’know here we are, late.” Mike and Dustin sound as they promptly scramble to get unbuckled and out of the car.

“What was that Dusty?” You question sarcastically, “Thank you for driving me even though I’ve been a proverbial thorn in your side for the entire night? Oh you are just so welcome!”

Unappreciative little-

Your internal strife is short-lived as you hear a chuckle sounding from the unfamiliar boy, who you’re now certain must be Eddie. You finally look over at him and your eyes widen emphatically at the sight you behold.

You’d heard tales of Eddie Munson. Word of mouth told you that he’s a Hawkins aberration, an unwelcome presence in a town with an already less than stellar reputation. Hearing what you have, you weren’t entirely sure what to expect. What you hadn’t expected, however, was for him to look so entirely beautiful.

His face was comparable to a work of art, an ancient roman statue permitted to be standing in a museum somewhere, as though his cheekbones could have been carved out by Michelangelo himself, dimples and all. His eyes were the purest shade of brown, tantamount to a jar of honey, warm and saccharine. Sinuous dark brown hair lay lustrously on his head, winding its way toward his broad shoulders. Perhaps he was a recently stolen work from a modern museum.

You were staring, taking in his statuesque form nearly unabashedly until you realized how impolitely it could be perceived.

You found yourself lifting your gaze back to his eyes, only to find them already looking into your own.

“Forget about it.” He’s talking to the boys but his caramel eyes haven’t moved from yours.

Dustin furrowed his eyebrows at the interaction but muttered a quick ‘bye’ to you as he and Mike hastily dashed inside.

“So. You’re the sister huh? (y/n) right?” He asks, the beginnings of a smile leisurely forming on his delicate lips; a true masterpiece in the making.

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes and, though you can’t discern what it is precisely, you don’t mind it for a second. Surely there was an art gallery somewhere itching to put him on display.

“Yeah, mmhmm, yep, that’s me.” Okay. That’s definitely something you just said. Cool. “You must be Eddie.” He nods, that same ghost of a smile still perfectly haunting his graceful lips. You’re pulling it together, a coherent sentence and everything! “I feel like I should thank you or something,” He furrows his eyebrows together in a winsome display of confusion, and you hurry to continue before you make yourself appear nervous again.

“Y’know for looking out for Dustin. All of the boys, really. They’re good kids but high school can be hell and they’re insistent that it would be if it weren’t for you. So thank you, really.” You smile widely, visibly pleased that you haven’t made a complete fool of yourself in front of the perfectly composed work of art before you.

He’s smiling now. An expertly crafted smile. A smile that makes it feel as though the sun itself is rising higher into the sky. How does he do that?

“They’re good kids you know? And high school is a fuckin’ nightmare, I would have wanted somebody to do the same for me.” He’s downplaying his kindness, but you can see straight through the display.

The two of you stay like that for a while, gentle small talk flowing between you like a river through a secluded valley. His caramel eyes locked on yours and both of your faces adorned by unwavering smiles.

Reluctantly he releases a soft sigh and straightens his form out “I should probably get in there, give ‘em a little hell.”

“Yeah, go on. Have fun! Preferably kick Dustin’s ass.”

“Always do.” He smirks at you, bowing his head in a near imperceptible nod before turning his back and walking off.

And without a moments notice, you were an aesthete.

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