You’re meant to heal and guide the pilgrimage… unfortunately Sun Wukong doesn’t trust you at all. Will you prove him wrong in this Choose Your Own Adventure?
Sun Wukong x Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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🎮interactive fanfic "Journey to the West" by Miss_L
📖 Episode 1 of ?
I saw your ask on brittledoughie’s blog and I would REALLY like to know more about Rosegold! Is she a healer or a mage?? Or a spirit? She looks like she could be similar to the legendary cookies!
I accidentally sent the ask to brittle on the wrong blog 🥹😭😭😭 heres my answer btw! Tqsm!
warning: imprisonment, mild violence // mature themes will be explored in later chapters.
summary: royalty au w/ emperor!jinwoo x fem reader
"The resemblance may be uncanny, but will this work the way we wish?"
You find yourself in a dutchy for a noble family from the south. Chandeliers hung above you with a velvet carpet beneath your feet. All of it is worth more than anything you've ever touched in your life. The said owners of this place, the Hollowcrest family, were in a bit of a predicament for you to even step foot inside their property. Let alone, to stand side by side with their daughter, Elowyn Hollowcrest.
It all started with an unsuccessful operation the Duke took part in. In the far, far north of the equator, in a different continent entirely, South Korea. More specifically, the now Ahjin Empire. The Duke thought it was wise to assist in a trafficking operation in efforts to improve labor, funding the boats that would cross the seas from this nation to theirs. Another goal was to gain influence overseas to expand their already bottomless wealth. For he was bored of all the control he had in the South. He was 2nd to no one, but the Emperor, after all. The suspects striked when Ahjin was still a kingdom. However, they were caught and slaughtered during its expansion. All but a few who managed to slither their way out. Lord Hollowcrest being one of them. With a sword soaked in the blood of his men held to his neck, handled by the savior that carried the change in Ahjin's future as a whole, he was helpless. Laying on the ground with hundreds already deceased. A masscre in their awake. The Duke pleaded, throwing any type of deal to the wind in order to prevent the young man from ending his life. His eyes met a haunting gaze fueled with a silent oasis of fury and bloodlust. He swore he saw the pearly gates with the light the blade reflected, a disguise of the pit of hell he was truly going to enter if death claimed him. However, he was lucky enough to strike gold with his tries. For the savior still needed better standing before taking the life of a powerful noble from a distant land.
"Once I gain enough influence to make your own ruler crumble to my feet. I will ensure your debt is paid in full. If it is not done by value, it will be in blood."
The words still left a nasty aftertaste in the Duke's mouth, hence why all this was happening. His days of carefree power and prosperity would be numbered if he didn't meet the deadline. Unfortunately, the man refused any offers of money. Deeming it valueless with how it was collected. So, with a heavy heart, he offered his daughter to which the emperor didn't dismiss.
"It will. He hasn't seen our daughter. How would even he be able to tell it's not her?"
The Hollowcrest family hosted a look-alike contest within the streets of Andre. Under the guise of "mere entertainment and money to share". You, as the victor, with how naturally similar you looked to Elowyn, were granted the "reward" only to be shackled and hidden until the commotion of the event died down. You were of no noble birth, therefore of no high importance if you were hidden away for a few days... or weeks. Even the place you were kept in was better than your own home. You may be held hostage against your will, but they could not afford to bruise or mistreat you in fear of their plan failing. Shackled to prevent further attempts to escape and even give food from the chefs in order to gain a better physique. Their attention to detail disgusted you. Now, the duke, his wife, and daughter stood in your presence. If it wasn't for your history, from afar, people would assume it were twin daughters standing before their parents.
"Father, what is the need of this again? Aren't I going to be the empress of Ahjin?"
However, one was basically a captive while the other was a sheltered noble who was promised to be the empress of a distant nation. Not aware that her life was being used to repay the debt he acquired from his past actions. The Duke placed his hand on top of Elowyn's head with the intent to reassure her. A truth based on a gamble he would have to make with you as the dice.
"Of course you will. I wouldn't make an empty promise, would I? Miss y/n is here to ensure the emperor is accustomed to you in advance. You still have much to do here."
Blasphemy. You wished to utter but could only purse your lips into a thin line. Were all nobles just beautiful liars? The purpose of the contest was to find someone who could be a test dummy shipped to the emperor's feet. Even in the land ruled over by Thomas Andre II, the emperor of Ahjin had a bone-chilling reputation that reached both hemispheres of the earth. That man being Sung Jinwoo. The man who expanded and turned Ahjin into an Empire. His ascension resetting the royal bloodline of South Korea before the age of 24.
The heads of the family couldn't predict his behavior if all witnesses of his presence were veterans of war. The duke couldn't dare send his own flesh and blood to him as a gift he could do whatever he wished with. So, you're purpose was to gain his favor through any means necessary. It could cost you your life or a future filled with an endless amount of your favorite desserts with the wealth you would gain. That was if you could get the emperor to marry you and place a crown on your head that will be given to Elowyn. Inevitably swapping you out once the path is free of hardships. Crowning her empress of Ahjin to live forevermore with South Korea's strongest ruler to date. Another strong ally for the Duke to gain.
However, your only concern was if you could survive the first encounter with the man himself. You doubt beautiful women from all corners of the globe haven't been gifted to him already, and it is known the emperor does, in fact, not have a harem or been see with any of them. The endless possibilities of what could have happened to them made you want to throw up.
The boat ride was decent. Having discovered you had motion sickness as well. You did try to escape before they forced you onto the boat. The burn marks from the tight ropes around your wrists ever-present. Some irritated part of you wished you had the opportunity to push that Duke into the waters by the deck. This would be the first and last time you will ever participate in charity events hosted by such selfish nobles. With how much distain your voice held as you cursed their existence could qualify you as a sailor instead of being this ship's cargo. You slept through most of the trip, the food they gave being evidence that whatever happened to you was no longer their concern. You were on your own now, completely. It would've shaken you if this wasn't basically how your life was before, excluding that persistent landlord you had. You wonder what would happen to that cube of a house.
The fifth day arrived. Your shoes once again touching the ground. You turn to one of the guards in charge of your departure. Hands still bound behind your back.
"Where are we exactly?"
"We are closest to the border of South Korea."
Stated as the ropes around your wrist were sliced off. Your brows furrowed. All those days at sea could only get you to the border? This journey brought a whole new definition to distant lands.
"How long until we reach the empire of Ahjin!?"
You were met with an unamused frown.
"Just keep moving, all you have to do is breathe."
"I at least deserve to know—"
You were then shoved forward, nearly stumbling to the ground if it weren't for your reflexes. The sound of mocking chuckles ringing within the groups of staff present, only adding more fuel to the fire. However, it didn't last long as the sound alerted the soldiers of the border. A uniform group clothed in dark armor with silver and purple embolisments. From looks alone, many lives were taken with the weapons they possessed. You kept your lips pursed, unease flooding your heart as one of the Duke's guards stepped forward. Something was off. Why would there be so many soldiers sent to simply welcome us?
"Greetings. We are the group sent to ensure the Duke's daughter has a safe passage into Ahjin."
Silence. The guards in black simply looked amongst themselves before facing them once more.
"His Majesty only authorized the entry of his daughter."
"We were ordered to witness her arrival—"
"Your Duke's orders are of no concern to us. Go to which you came and hand her over."
Great, there was already an issue within an hour of arriving here. The tension was almost suffocating, and with the way the guard clenched his fist, this was not going to be handled professionally.
"We are all considered guests of your emperor. There is no need for such precaution—"
"Guests coming for the person who helped traffic many of the emperor's people?"
You could almost laugh if it weren't for the seriousness of the predicament. Deep down, you couldn't care less of what could happen to anyone associated with the Duke. Unfortunately, it temporarily included you since you were cast as a stunt double for his daughter. If she was here, she would probably intervene. You sighed, taking a step forward, about to speak up, but it seems you were too late. The guard spoke recklessly, earning him a stab to the chest. You froze, the body landing with a lifeless thud. Looking up to see the knight shake the blood off his sword.
"Does anyone else insist on entry?"
His words were met with a terrified silence. Everyone quickly remembering their association meant nothing here. If anything, their association categorized them as enemies. With a simple signal from the knight, the other soldiers charged forward with practiced urgency. You shield yourself on instinct, only for all of them to run past you. The sound of struggling guards and staff was almost too much to bear. The Knight stepped forward, shielding you with his cape to ensure you weren't contaminated before escorting you somewhere safer. You entered the border with ease. Still being a bit shaken by the slaughter that just occurred. You shook your head. It's not like they genuinely cared about you anyway. They most likely wanted to ensure you didn't escape again. You looked around, following the tall knight in front of you with hurried steps in fear of falling behind. From the people you could see in the distance, no one looked or sounded like you with a handful of other immigrants entering and leaving. Fitting in will be a bit challenging after all. The knight suddenly stopped, facing you with a carriage within view. You almost stumbled at the sudden pause.
"We ask for your cooperation during our journey to the capital. Nothing will get near or harm your well-being, my lady."
You looked up, blinking while being a bit dumbfounded. The sudden formality was a stark difference to the brutality he orchestrated minutes ago. You simply nodded, following along until you got the courage to speak once more.
"Could I have the honor of knowing your name... sir?"
You weren't too sure what he was yet, not with the helmet shielding his face. Having read other creatures dwelled here as well. He opened the carriage door for you, ensuring you were seated comfortably as "your belongs" were being packed.
"You can simply call me Igris, my lady."
The carriage door was then shut closed, the sound of horses being mounted and prepared for departure. You closed the curtains. How long has it been since you've been alone with your thoughts like this? It was refreshing but also surprising. The supposed enemy was much better company to be with compared to the ones you had on the ship. However, all this could be temporary. It's the emperor's final judgment of you that will decide your fate here. A sigh left your lips as your gaze steadied. You were no longer y/n l/n, but Elowyn Karina Hollowcrest.
✎ When you help nurse Toothless back to health after an unexpected illness, the Night Fury grows protective of you. Hiccup is surprised by the dragon’s sudden attachment—and even more surprised when Toothless starts shadowing your every move and nudging you toward his rider.
【warnings; none, second hand embarrassment if you care enough.】
They say dragons were once fearsome beasts, horrifying beings of terror who reveled in the suffering of vikings. With their hooked fangs, which set them apart from the common order of nature, breaking the harmony of the world. They would sink their jagged teeth into the skin and gnaw upon the bones of unsuspecting men, dragging their broken bodies to nests forged in the heart of molten rocks built in the high sky.
These creatures, capable of soaring across the heavens with wings that defied reason—vast and powerful—could span the heavens, forcefully ruled the skies with an iron grip, a terror unmatched by any other force. Berk, the beast of the archipelago, stood as a testament to the fragility of peace amidst a history of unyielding strife. A land carved by scars, scarred by the ceaseless struggle between its people and the creatures they dubbed “monsters.” told this story that had echoed for seven long generations, a tale of ceaseless strife and bitter hatred.
But it took seven generations. Seven long generations of struggle, sacrifice, and transformation for Berk to heal. The land had changed for the better—No longer did the people cower beneath the shadow of these mighty creatures.
A misunderstood child who knew no war was the reason to hit them with the realization that dragons weren’t vicious beasts whose sole purpose in life was to spread fear, but a gentle creature who were curious just as the people. They had learned, through years of conflict and understanding, to bend the essence of their deepest fears into something stronger—a bond forged in the crucible of mutual respect. Where there was once hatred, there now stood the beginnings of trust.
The villagers, who once spent sleepless nights bolting their doors and sharpening their weapons in anticipation of the next raid, now spent their days working alongside the very creatures that had once been their enemies, now companions in the sky, and partners in the pursuit of new horizons.
While the majority of the villagers had forged unbreakable bonds with their dragons, they wore their titles with pride—Riders, they were called, as though it were a crown, you stood apart. You were not one of them, you never will. You were not one who yearned the heights or the thrill of the wind in your hair as you perched atop a Nadder’s sharp-spined back or to cut through the depths of the sea with a sleek Tidal-class dragon beneath your orders. Your feet remained firmly planted on the ground—and truth be told, you didn’t mind.
It wasn’t just your fear of heights, though that certainly played a part. The idea of being thousands of feet in the air with only leathery wings and blind faith keeping you aloft made your stomach churn. While others saw dragons as mounts, instruments of power and glory to be ridden into the heavens. You became attuned to their every movement, their subtle shifts and nuanced gestures.
Over time, you learned how to read them — the way their wings twitched when they were agitated or how they softly curled their tails when they felt safe. You understood that a dragon’s body spoke volumes, even when they couldn’t. Noticing the shift in their posture, how their eyes softened when they trusted you, or how their breath would quicken if something was amiss.
You preferred to nurse them, to soothe their wounds with a gentle touch, offering comfort where others might only offer a quick, dismissive pat. Others would offer praise with the calloused palms of their hands, clapping a dragon’s back after a triumphant hunt, their actions rough like the bark of an old tree—kind in their own way but lacking the softness that true care requires.
That was the way you had always handled things in old Berk. Thankfully, no dragon has yet to be injured on the new island.
Then Toothless fell ill.
"[Name]! Oh, thank Thor’s maidens you're here," Hiccup called out to you, his voice strained, a clear edge of panic curling the words. His eyes flicked back and forth, darting between you and the frantic Night Fury pacing erratically across the room. Toothless' wings twitched uncontrollably, the delicate membranes brushing against shelves, knocking over bottles made of stone and glass, the contents spilling in chaotic arcs across the floor. Toothless’s eyes were wide, pupils tiny pinpricks of frantic energy. His mouth snapped open and shut, his sharp teeth glinting as if trying to convey something that couldn’t be expressed.
You’d seen Toothless angry, playful, even fearful before, but this was something else entirely. This was distress. What could have made such a strong dragon like the Night Fury become so distressed? What could he convey with his actions and movement that left no process of communicating plainly?
You’re bound to make a promise to figure out why Toothless was like this and help him if you could.
You turned, wiping your hands against the fabric of your cotton-sewn tunic, the remnants of purple crushed herbs leaving faint streaks on the cloth. The scent of the mixture still lingered on your fingertips, bitter and sharp, along with the sweet scent of wet flowers that hung in the unfinished hooked wooden roof.
As you looked up, your gaze met Hiccup’s. He was standing in the doorway, looking like a newborn yak with an amputee—his breathing labored as though he had just run a great distance of a race. Hiccup’s hair appeared matted and his eyes looked restless as they were doubtful. His chest was rising and sinking almost melodically. His face was pale, and his eyes were just as wide as his dragon’s, filled with that mix of concern and urgency you’d seen only in moments of true danger.
"Toothless?" You called softly, taking a careful step forward while trying to be calm, taking hold despite the growing worry in the pit of your stomach after seeing the dragon’s current state. He was scared. Toothless, although startled by your almost fretful tone, did not pay attention to you and continued with his line of thought oblivious to your attempt to soothe him down the situation. His ears flattened back at the sound of your voice, but his movements didn’t slow. In fact, he seemed more erratic now, each step heavier than the last, each twitch more desperate than what came before.
“What happe–”
His words tumbled out in a rushed whisper. "I-I don't know what's happening. One minute, he was fine, and the next... this." Hiccup gestured helplessly toward Toothless, who continued to pace, his wings stiffening and shaking. Toothless growled lowly, his body tense and rigid as he backed into a corner, his breathing uneven and labored. Every attempt to approach him resulted in a defensive response—his ears folded back, tail lashing sharply, and a clear warning in his posture that he felt threatened despite the familiar presence of his two trusted people.
Hiccup took a quick step toward you, avoiding Toothless in case it was to ensure that he remained calm, dragging a hand through his unkempt hair, his fingers gripping at the strands as he exhaled sharply,
“Something is wrong. He’s been like this for nearly an hour now,” the young Viking explained, his tone quieter but no less urgent than before. “It started after he accidentally swallowed a yellow eel. He fell ill almost immediately—developed a high fever, I think, then he became noticeably weak, and…” Hiccup’s body was taut, every muscle in him was bracing for the worst. His eyes darted to Toothless, but his dragon refused to meet his gaze, his pupils slit, with his body sinking lower to the ground, curling into himself, trying to make himself smaller in the face of whatever pain was coursing through him.
Toothless’s breathing was shallow, his sides heaving slightly as he fought to stay still, to hide the tremors that racked his frame. Hiccup took a cautious step forward, but Toothless flinched at the movement, lowering his head as if to shield himself. “He refuses to let anyone near him. Not even me,” Hiccup finished, the last words a quiet confession that only deepened the worry on his face.
“Won’t even let me close,” Hiccup whispered, his hand hovering just over Toothless’ back but never touching.
“Please, [Name], help him.”
His voice was flat, but his expression said more than words could. He didn’t fidget, didn’t avert his gaze. You nodded once, not out of reassurance but acknowledgment, and moved past him. His red tunic smelled faintly of iron and damp leather, his sleeve brushing yours like paper worn thin.
Toothless was lying near the hearth, his body tense. His wings were pulled in close. His claws scraped lightly against the floor, his movements uneven and sluggish. His head remained low, eyes dull, unfocused. There was no protest, no attempt to move away.
You crouched beside him and opened your satchel. The supplies were still warm from being near the fire—clean cloths, crushed herbs, a sealed vial. Your fingers moved without hesitation, but your eyes scanned every detail of Toothless’s condition. His breathing was irregular. His tail had a slight swish, and the skin around his jaw looked strained. Whatever had happened to him, it was already spreading.
“I’ll do what I can,” you said.
You didn’t wait for thanks. There was no time.
The fire had burned low, its glow reduced to a warm shimmer beneath the stones, casting gentle light over the room’s stillness. You knelt beside Toothless, your hands steady as they hovered near his flank, gauging the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. The fever that had held him in its grip for so long had finally broken during the night, and now, for the first time in what felt like hours stretched into days, there was calm in the air.
He started to blink slowly. His head turned slightly toward you, his nostrils flaring with a soft, measured breath. His tail, which had remained curled protectively around his body during the worst of his illness, loosened and stretched faintly across the wooden floor. His throat rumbled with a sound so quiet you almost missed it—a low, cautious greeting, like a voice forgotten, then remembered.
You inhaled deeply, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders all at once
“He’s responding,” you said quietly, almost to yourself.
Across the room, Hiccup sat in a slump against the wall, his body slack from the exhaustion of too many sleepless hours. The blanket draped haphazardly over his legs had slipped to one side, revealing a tunic stained with soot and worry. His head, tilted at an uncomfortable angle, rested against the beam behind him. Even in sleep, his brows twitched with unease, his jaw faintly clenched—seeming as if he didn’t quite trust peace to last.
Toothless raised his weight, testing the strength in his limbs. He paused once, winced slightly, then adjusted his stance. The tremors that had racked his body earlier were gone, replaced by deliberate, if cautious, movement. His wings stretched, not in full flight, but enough to show that he could. It wasn’t strength, not yet—but it was progress. More than you had dared hope for yesterday.
Then, with surprising care, he began to walk. Each step was certainly slow, the soft pads of his feet brushing against the floor with faint thumps. He crossed the room without hesitation, his eyes never leaving the boy in the corner. When he reached him, Toothless lowered his head, pressing his snout gently against Hiccup’s arm. A quiet, purposeful sound left his throat—not loud, not demanding, but enough.
Hiccup stirred. His eyes opened blearily, and for a second, he looked confused, as if his mind hadn’t yet caught up to what was happening. Then his gaze focused on the dragon in front of him, and everything else fell away.
“You’re awake,” he said, voice hoarse and raw. He leaned forward, one hand lifting to rest on Toothless’s head, the contact hesitant at first, then grounding.
Toothless nudged him again, a bit firmer, with a breath that seemed almost like a sigh.
You let them have their moment.
It started the moment you stepped outside.
You didn’t say anything at first—you assumed Toothless was just being clingy, the way most dragons acted after being healed. A little spoiled, maybe. Like a puppy demanding belly rubs and scratches behind the ears. You’d seen it plenty of times before.
But then he didn’t just nudge at your hand for attention.
He got closer. Much closer.
Without a sound, Toothless lowered himself until his head was resting across your lap, the full weight of his trust pressing gently into you. His tail, smooth and sinuous, coiled loosely around your leathered boots—not in a possessive way, but as if anchoring himself to you. Like he didn’t want to drift too far, even at rest.
Your hand didn’t stop moving. You continued to pat his head, your palm caressing from the ridge of his nose to the top of his forehead in slow, steady passes. The texture of his scales came to be familiar with your touch now—cool and sleek like river stones warmed just slightly by the sun. You could feel the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch, each exhale a quiet puff of warmth against your clothes.
Hiccup had been watching from just behind, peeking curiously over your shoulder, his brow furrowed as he eyed his dragon with a mix of confusion and suspicion. He knew Toothless better than anyone—of that, there was no doubt. They were best friends, bonded for life, closer than brothers. He could read the Night Fury like a book, from the flick of his ear fins to the way his pupils shifted in size. But right now? Hiccup didn’t have a clue what was going through his dragon’s mind.
Toothless was being clingy—uncharacteristically so. That kind of affection, that gentle insistence to be close, was usually reserved for Hiccup alone. Or, on rare occasions, when Toothless decided he wanted someone’s food and pulled out that ridiculous, wide-eyed look he’d perfected over the years.
He didn’t offer his head to rest across laps like some tame house cat. And he especially didn’t wrap his tail around someone unless he absolutely meant it.
Hiccup hovered just behind your shoulder, shifting his weight with an almost imperceptible unease. His posture suggested casual interest, but there was a tension in the way his hands fidgeted near the leather harness, as if he needed something—anything—to justify standing that close. He leaned slightly over, his voice low and deliberately nonchalant.
“He’s, uh… made himself very comfortable,” he remarked, casually, though his tone betrayed a hint of something else, pretending a study of the saddle straps that he himself had fastened not even an hour earlier—though his eyes never once flicked to the gear.
You didn’t answer right away. Your hand remained where it had been for the past few minutes, gliding in slow, absent circles across the midnight scales stretched over Toothless’s brow.
“He was restless earlier,” you murmured, eyes still on the sleek silhouette resting across your legs. “I think exhaustion finally caught up with him.”
Hiccup exhaled through his nose—a quiet, incredulous sound, the kind he often made when something didn’t quite add up. “Tired, huh?” he echoed, one eyebrow arched as he crossed his arms. “Right. Because Toothless is known for voluntarily laying down and offering his head like some… overgrown feline.”
“He’s been... different since he got better,” he said eventually. “Clingy, I guess. But only with you.”
As if prompted by the remark, Toothless flicked one ear back lazily and released a deep, sonorous sigh—a low rumble that vibrated warmly against your legs. Then he adjusted his weight just slightly, curling tighter around your boots in a gesture so deliberate it might have been smug.
“You know,” Hiccup continued, now frowning slightly, “he only gets like this when I’m injured… or if there’s leftover fish and he’s trying to butter me up.”
You said nothing—only smiled faintly, the pads of your fingers tracing along the ridges where scale met bone. The rumble of the dragon’s throat deepened—a smug, vibrating hum that practically radiated satisfaction.
There was a pause.
And then, perhaps against his better judgment, Hiccup added under his breath, “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was flirting.”
That definitely caught your attention. You turned your head slowly, casting a glance over your shoulder with one brow arched so high it might’ve escaped orbit. Every line of your expression—your knitted brow, the sharp squint of your eyes, the downward curve of your mouth—broadcasts a very clear and unfiltered what the actual hell without needing to say a word.
Hiccup’s eyes widened, his brain seemed to catch up with his mouth a second too late.
“With you! I mean—not you—like, not literally!” Hiccup stammered, his words tripping over each other in a spectacular, crashing spiral of embarrassment, not knowing how to stop, he just continued. “Thors! Dragons don’t flirt. That’s not—I mean, I don’t think that’s how it works. I just meant—” He stopped himself again, grimacing and raking a hand through his already-messy hair, as though hoping sheer friction could erase the mortifying sentence from reality. “I meant dragons don’t flirt! At least—I don’t think they do. Not in any, you know, intentional way. Not that you’re—ugh, never mind. Just forget I said anything.” He was done for. Absolutely cooked. And you? You just sat there, rigid as a stone sculpture, your entire expression locked in a state of horrified disbelief—lips drawn in a taut line, eyes slightly widened, your entire face twisted into that exact look you reserve for the unfortunate occasions whenever Gobber absentmindedly scratches his ass mid-conversation in front of you.
“Oh, by Odin’s beard. I sounded insane just now, didn’t I?” yes, yes you did. You wanted to say.
There was a loud snort.
Toothless lifted his head just enough to crack one luminous green eye open, as if to gloat. If a dragon could sport a smug grin, almost as if he were fully aware of the awkward tension hanging in the air and relishing every moment of it. Toothless was wearing it now—his posture relaxed, almost lazily victorious, as if he knew something the rest of you didn’t. It was a quiet, undeniable triumph. Then, with the most deliberate motion imaginable, the dragon raised his head just enough to nudge your arm... right into Hiccup’s thigh.
Your hand collided with him before you could stop it—fingers landing just above his knee. His leg jerked slightly. You froze.
He froze.
Even Toothless stopped moving, watching you both with an intensity that would’ve been terrifying if it weren’t so smug.
“I—he—what is wrong with you?” Hiccup half-whispered to his dragon, voice strained.
Toothless gave a tiny, airy chirp and nosed your hand again, this time with more force, like a toddler shoving two dolls together hoping they’d kiss.
“Well, if he is flirting,” you said, eyes glinting with amusement, “I’d say he’s got excellent taste.”
Hiccup let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a scoff and a nervous laugh, quickly raising his hand to shield his reddening face. “Please,” he muttered, voice nearly cracking in desperation, “I’m begging you. Don’t encourage him.”
A soft chuckle rumbled in your chest, the sound barely escaping as you continued to run your fingers along the smooth curve of Toothless’s jaw.
“Relax, Chief,” you teased lightly, your tone as calm as ever, well, nervous also, “I think your dragon just likes being pampered.”
“You know what,” he muttered, his hands already pulling toward the saddle straps, “I think his saddles make him itchy. I should change it.”
It continued after
New Berk lay quiet in the late afternoon, blanketed in the mellow hush that followed a long day’s labor. The skies were stained in hues of peach and gold, the sun dipping low behind the ridge, its last light brushing the rooftops with amber fire. Down by the dragon stables, you were crouched beside a weather-worn harness, your fingers working the frayed leather with practiced precision. The air smelled faintly of salt and dragon musk.
Toothless sat only a few feet away, his wings partially tucked, tail curled lazily around his paws—but his eyes never left you. That deep, verdant gaze tracked your every movement with a focus that was… unusually intent. For a moment, you swore he was studying you, like you were the dragon and he the expert.
The silence was broken by the familiar rustle of boots—well, boot, and the clink of a prosthetic leg against gravel. “Got the saddle gear you wanted—oh, hey, looks like someone started without me,” Hiccup called out
You offered a small smile. “Just got started. Figured I’d prep the straps while I waited.”
You glanced up as he jogged toward you, the dying light of the sun catching the mess of buckles and saddle slung over his shoulder. His tunic, stained with smudges of charcoal, bore the marks of the day’s labor. A grease-streaked cloth hung loosely from one shoulder, and smears of oil lined the edge of his jaw like war paint, a testament to the effort he’d put in.
“Gobber had the replacement buckles hidden under a crate labeled ‘Definitely Not Dragon Parts.’ I didn’t ask,” he added, crouching beside you with a huff of exertion.
Toothless twitched an ear.
Hiccup began to kneel down beside you—but before he could get comfortable, Toothless leaned in. It wasn’t aggressive. Just a firm, intended nudge with his snout to Hiccup’s side.
Which, unfortunately, was all it took.
With a muffled yelp and a sudden lurch of limbs, Hiccup lost his balance. In one swift, ungraceful motion, he toppled sideways—right into you. The unexpected impact sent you crashing backward, your back hitting the earth with a startled gasp. The air whooshed from your lungs as you were flattened to the ground, Hiccup landing awkwardly above you, his hands splayed in the dirt beside your shoulders as if trying to catch himself, but failing miserably.
You both froze.
For a moment, neither of you moved. Just the sound of the wind and Toothless’s faint chuckle broke the stunned silence. You lay there, staring up at him. Hiccup, his face flushed and eyes wide with embarrassment, shifted slightly, trying to regain his balance, but his awkward position only seemed to deepen the comedic nature of the situation.
“I—I swear that wasn’t me—he bumped me, I swear!” Hiccup stammered, his voice cracking under the strain of sheer mortification. His entire face flushed a vibrant crimson as if the embarrassment alone might send his ears into flames.
Toothless, meanwhile, let out a low, throaty trill—undeniably smug—before flopping onto his side with a soft fwump. He stretched his wings in a manner that could only be described as exaggerated satisfaction, purring contentedly like a mischievous feline who had just knocked over a vase and couldn’t be prouder of the chaos he’d wrought.
You laughed softly. “I think he’s trying to herd you.”
“Toothless,” Hiccup groaned, glancing at his dragon. “Stop it, I’m not a sheep!” He lifted himself just enough to look at Toothless, who was now shamelessly lounging in the grass, with an utterly smug look on his face.
Toothless chirped again—this time with what could only be interpreted as sure you’re not—and used the tip of his tail to slide a small stitched pouch directly between the two of you. The sewing kit skidded to a perfect stop at your knees, like he’d been practicing the maneuver all day.
“Yeah, he’s a real genius,” Hiccup grumbled as he shifted, trying to right himself. But the moment his hand pushed into the grass to grab the harness—wham. Toothless’s tail snapped out in a swift arc, tapping the small of Hiccup’s back.
And, just like that, Hiccup tumbled again. This time, he didn’t just lose his balance—he fully sprawled on top of you. His weight came crashing down with a perfect lack of coordination, and just like that, the last shred of dignity between you both evaporated in a heap of tangled limbs and groans.
Now it wasn’t just awkward—it was catastrophic. His face was far too close, hovering a few humiliating inches from yours. Everything else seemed to vanish. Your noses almost touched, and the proximity sent a rush of warmth through your chest that you didn’t quite know how to process. His hair, soft and surprisingly warm, brushed your cheek as he scrambled to push himself up, but instead of finding balance, he only succeeded in awkwardly elbowing you in the ribs.
The jolt of the impact made you wince, but the real sting came from the overwhelming closeness, the sheer absurdity of the situation, and the fact that neither of you could move without causing yet another small disaster. It was like the universe had conspired to take every shred of composure you both had left and toss it out the window.
Silence.
Well, except for the unmistakable sound of Toothless making a pleased little gurgle behind you, followed by the soft sound of him flopping dramatically onto his side like he’d just orchestrated the greatest comedic performance Berk had ever seen.
“I—I didn’t mean to—I mean he—Toothless—I swear he—” Hiccup stammered, his voice tripping over itself like a cart on cobblestones. He scrambled to push himself up, flinching every time his elbow threatened to jab your side again. His face was flushed a mortified crimson, a shade that clashed violently with the soot smudges across his cheek.
Hiccup looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. His wide eyes flicked to the ground, then back to you. You lay there, stunned, still half-flattened against the grass, your brain desperately trying to reboot from the shock of having Berk’s most awkward chief sprawled on top of you like a felled pine.
“I believe you,” you finally breathed, your voice catching somewhere between a laugh and a wheeze.
Hiccup’s face turned even redder, if that was even possible. “I—I’ll just… get up now. Slowly.”
“I swear,” Hiccup muttered, finally offering you a hand as he tried to extricate himself with the last scraps of his morality, “I’m usually much better at not falling on people.”
I wonder if you can do more HOLLYBERRY cookie x reader ?? This girl is Soooo sweet and huggable !! If it's not too much, can you make a "Hollyberry x reader dating Headcanon" ???
☆ A Warrior's Devotion — Hollyberry Cookie x Reader Dating HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry tries to be reserved about her relationship when in public, wanting to respect you by keeping the details of your relationship private. Unfortunately for her, she's embarrassingly obviously smitten with you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 She loves coming home to you after a long adventure or big party, your presence is very soothing to her and helps her to unwind
ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you're the type to, she always keeps you by her side when there's a party going on. She protects your drink with everything she has, and makes sure you don't get swept away in the crowd
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Definitely the type to flirt in a cheesy way, she especially loves calling you her amor and claiming that you're all she needs on a quest (she of course suits up in proper armor while doing so)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very chivalrous! Pulls out chairs for you, opens doors, carries you when you're tired, bows and kisses your hand in greeting, everything
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You know that even if she won't admit it, she's got her struggles too. You do your best to remind her that it's okay to lean on others, and that you're always there to catch her
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You've had Pitaya show up at your home very early in the morning screeching about battles several times. Hollyberry makes sure to enjoy a breakfast with you first before taking care of it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 She tries her hardest to keep up her confident facade around you, but every so often she let's the mask slip and openly vents in your arms. It's these moments— seeing you choose to stay time and time again, even when she can't be strong— that make her love you the most
Summary: The Saja boys can't help but be enamored by their dumb and pretty manager.
Warning: Possessive! Saja boys, tw.death (not reader or any of the saja boys), dumb! reader, oblivious! reader, crybaby? Reader, a bit suggestive I guess?, might be incorrect grammar and spellings, probably more.
Author's note: Bear in mind that this is my first post here on tumblr, pretty new to this because I usually post my stories on Wattpad. I could write how they met or another part of this but I need some ideas, only if you end up liking this one though. I practically wrote this on a whim. I did not proofread this lol
No Dating Rule!
[Last name] [Your name], a name most popular uttered by many people, a name who could turn many heads at the direction with just at a simple mutter, a name that could break a cold person's exterior, and lastly, a name that could easily steal the hearts of the upcoming Korean boy group the Saja boys.
The Saja boys were currently at their own dance rehearsals because they can't exactly steal fans if they don't look great, sing great and dance great, would they?
Jinu lets out an exasperated sigh as he stared at the group of demons, glaring daggers at the other four demons who just can't get the dance right. "We're meant to jump in sinc at this part." He said, crossing his arms as Baby Saja rolls his eyes from behind Abby, thinking their leader wouldn't be able to see. "Why you!-" the dark haired male was about to stomp over when the door opened.
The five males immediately straightened their postures at the sight of her.
[Your name].
Their very own manager.
Standing there with a bright smile plastered on your pretty face as you held the lyrics of their song Soda pop in hand given to you by Jinu.
"Ms. Manager, good to see you." Abby gives out a little wave, shirt riding up to show a bit of his skin and toned body. "You're late. Again."
It wasn't a secret to the five of them that you were admittedly... not that great of a manager, even though they don't have much experience of how a manager actually acts but they just don't want to get rid of you. Not when you looked at them so prettily that they can't help but want more of you, definitely not when you smelled so sweet that they just want to get closer to you just to smell you, and definitely not when you touch them as if they were made of glass (and they weren't, but to them, you clearly are).
Before they met you, you were in need of a job and well... you had a very unforgettable first meeting with them that they just have to keep you to themselves.
"I'm sorry, the landlord upped the expense of the rent." You said, giving them an apologetic look as you handed them each a plastic bottle of cold water. "And he wouldn't exactly leave me alone..." You added, unbeknown of the eyes glowing yellow at the mention of the bastard who wouldn't leave you alone when you turned around to fix the papers.
Romance hums, stepping closer to you. "We did offer that you could stay with us," He voiced, placing a hand on your waist.
You look up at the male who stared down at you, a dreamy look on his face as he tried his hardest not to brush his hand on your soft-looking cheek. "Like I said, there aren't exactly many rooms in the house you reside in that could let me stay there." You pointed out.
It was true, the house they stayed in or more likely, stolen from people before they got their souls, only had five bedrooms, fitting for the five of them.
The heart shaped haired male had his eyes trail over to your plump lips and before he could quip something else, he was suddenly bumped to the side by their muscular member who couldn't help but replace the hand on your waist with his own, pulling you closer to his bigger frame. "Just stay with us." He whispers, voice deep.
You can't help but feel your heart racing at his words but put some distance by leaning back, "Abby, that's not very nice. You just hurt Romance." You frowned as you turn to the other male who immediately changed his glare pointed to Abby to a happy smile as he saw you turn to him.
"He's a big boy, he can handle a little bump." Abby rolls his eyes as Baby snickers.
Before you could tell him to apologize, Jinu walks over to you. "They're right, you know. You wouldn't have to deal with your landlord if you just stayed with us, I can just give you my room and sleep on the living room." He offers, hoping he could change your mind and stay with them instead.
"It's fine, guys really. Thanks for the offer but I really can't, you already appointed me as your manager even when I don't have much experience..." You murmured before feeling Abby's hand on your waist tighten. "It's just some old guy anyway, it's not that big of a deal." You try to reassure, lips turned up in the pretty smile that softened their exteriors.
"Do you want me to take care of him for you?" Everyone turned to Mystery who uttered those words, the rest grumbled, clearly wanting to be the one to say that to you.
You look confused by what he meant but shook your head, "No, it's alright, you don't have to."
"I'd do anything for you," The male mumble as he watched you refuse their offers some more, clearly not having heard what he mumbled.
Baby slumps into your back making you let out a cute little yelp at the added weight, "You can just sleep with me." He said, lips brushing over the back of your neck causing you to shiver.
The others immediately disproved of that.
They watched as their little Ms. Manager gave them a wave goodbye before walking off towards the bus stop.
It was silent for a bit before Baby saja finally says, "We're getting rid of him, right?"
The next day, you slammed the door open, breathing shakily as the Saja boys turned to you in concern. You were trying to catch your breath, practically running here to inform them of the news that had been delivered to you by a fellow neighbour.
"You alright, pretty girl?" Romance was the first to ask as Jinu stopped the music.
Their concern was a facade of course. They know what you were gonna say, practically smelled your scent miles away as you moved to get to them. They held back smirks of their own as they stared down at your form.
"H-he... the landlord- he's dead," You said, eyes wide and clearly still in shock. "One of my neighbours saw dismembered bodies and- oh gosh... it sounded so frightening."
The whimpers you let out highened their growing arousal as they stared at you, eyes darkening as they fought the urge to take you right then and there.
"Wh-what if that happens to me-" You were tearing up now.
Oh, those tears. Those beautiful tears.
Baby licks his lower lip at the sight, the desire to lick them with his tongue growing. He can't help but wonder what you tasted.
Jinu walks up to you immediately, in faux concern, placing a hand on you shoulder to comfort you. "We're very sad to here that..." He said with a frown and furrowed his eyebrows. "But you shouldn't worry about that happening to you, Ms. Manager."
You look up at him and the dark haired male praised himself for not pouncing on you at the sight. Sniffling, you asked. "Wh-what?"
He gave you a small yet reassuring smile, "If you stay with us, you'd never get hurt by that awful killer on the loose."
"We'll be sad without our pretty little manager to tend to our needs..." Abby adds on.
"We need you, I need you." Mystery whispers.
Your body was shaking, overwhelmed by everything that's happening.
However, if this little thing didn't change your mind yet... then they'd just have to take you, with or without your consent. You're theirs after all.
You were just their pretty, dumb manager and they'd eliminate anyone who would stand in the way of their love.
