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[rosycheeked]

What are you talking about?! Teary Clarke and protective caring Bellamy was EXACTLY what I needed. Thanks so much for filling my ask--the fic was truly wonderful! Keep doing you and keep being awesome!!

ahhhh, thanks so much!! i'm so glad you liked it!

[rosycheeked]

For the fic meme: bellarke 15 or 8 pretty please and thank you!

8. things you said when you were crying (15 is here!)

"My mom’s in the ER," Clarke says on the phone. Her voice trembles and Bellamy swallows. "I don’t know— they’re saying it’s a stroke, even though strokes don’t run in our family. I won’t—"

"I’m on my way," Bellamy interrupts before she can say something about how she’s sorry she can’t make dinner like the promised, that they can’t catch the movie they’d been planning on seeing. She’s done it in the past; one time she cancelled plans because she broke her leg and apologized and apologized and it made Bellamy sick and nauseous. She shouldn’t have to apologize for things out of her control.

He picks up a Subway sandwich with all the stuff she likes: turkey, all the vegetables, some mayo. He gets a sandwich for himself, but cares much less about it than Clarke’s.

She stands when she sees him, and her smile is wobbly as she sees the Subway bag. “Thanks.”

"I bet you haven’t eaten in hours," he says, guiding her back to the seat, passing her a coke. "The sugar’ll help."

Clarke snorts, but sips through the straw. “What’d you get me?” she asks, hand extended for the sandwich. Her voice is quiet and it doesn’t sound like her, not as confident or strong.

"Your favorite," he replies and unwraps it. "Eat."

She passes him back the coke and he takes a sip as she eats. The tears start slowly and her mouth is full of food she coughs her way through eating, a piece of lettuce sticking out of her mouth before she can get it all down. She tears another bite off, the bread ripping jaggedly. “A stroke,” she says. “My mom had a stroke.”

"Finish your sandwich," Bellamy says, running a stray hand through her hair before he puts the coke down and starts eating his own sandwich. It’s a sad, lonely and desperate dinner. After one more bite, Clarke puts the sandwich down in defeat.

"A stroke, Bellamy. What if she can’t talk anymore? What if she doesn’t remember me?"

"Hey," Bellamy says, wrapping an arm around her and she does one better, scooting into his lap, legs awkwardly hanging off his lap, face buried into his neck. "Amnesia doesn’t happen because of strokes. You know that."

"We fought," she says with a wet voice. He can feel tears on his skin. "We fought about dad, again, as always. And Wells too. The last few years have all been fighting. Why did I—"

"Hindsight is twenty-twenty," he murmurs soothingly, digging a hand into her hair to massage at her scalp. "You didn’t know, she didn’t know, so no beating yourself up. No self-recrimination."

"What a big word," she mumbles and hiccups.

"You’re not the only one with a grad degree," he reminds her. She nods and maybe her nose leaves a streak on his collarbone, but that doesn’t matter. "She’ll be okay, Clarke. Your mom will wake up and will continue bossing everyone around, just like you."

"Bellamy," she says after a few moments. The quiet sobs have subsided and she lifts her head from his neck. Her hair is ruffled and sticking up on one side and there are clear tear marks on her face and smudged eyeliner; carefully, he removes his hand and runs it through her hair to smooth it down. "Thank you."

"Of course," he says, continuing the ministrations of her hair. Her eyes close in pleasure. "I’m here for you. I love you."

"Mmm," she says nodding. Now that he looks, there are bags under her eyes; he sleeps like the dead and tries to pick up when she’s not sleeping, and he’s failed again. "Love you too."

[halfbloodhiccup]

Hi! I just noticed that you are in the teen wolf fandom (I originally followed you for dragons). Anyway, I was wondering if you have any TW fic recs? Ever since the fourth season premiered I've been desperate for good fic to read between episodes. Thanks so much!! (Ps: love your blog!)

I am indeed in the Teen Wolf fandom!! Unfortunately, I don’t read fanfiction from that fandom (I don’t read a lot of fanfics in general - only HTTYD-related stuff), so I can’t really recommend any to you. Sorry! :(

P.S. Thank you!! ;)

[avannak]

Haha, so my basic idea for future!feral!HIccup clothing came with two staples:

A. he definitely would still have his fin-rigging.  It might be designed differently, but I do see him--at that point--working on ways to manage solo-flying.

B. Having less engineering know-how and more dragon/flight know-how

And THANKS you two for these insane replies:

dragontameroutoftime replied to your post: So I’m doodling some older feral!Hiccu...

Maybe there would be less pockets and things? Does Hiccup know how to write? He probably has a better natural sense of direction.

Which means the design would be simpler. He might start out with just necessary straps, but he’d need covering to protect him from the wind at high speeds. What if Hiccup developed armor earlier to make it easier to roll around with dragons?

With new techniques and materials Hiccup could develop new “claws,” too. What if he discovered glass and put them so he could see but still protect his eyes? Or if he realized they could be used as a magnifier? On the other hand Hiccup would bring the knowledge of more dragons species, so maybe there are kinds who have scales that can be used for materials. Heck, living wild he probably already figured out a lot of ways to build things using natural materials and dragons scales/bones/other.

Yes, Hiccup does know how to write.  Though he could find another way to .  The body armor might be necessary after all… but I think I'm slowly figuring out ways to find "cruder" ways of holding similar things without making him all sleek and together-looking

HAha, Hiccup with goggles? Now THAT's adorable XD.  And more malleable, different armors using scales...

looper3148 answered your post: So I’m doodling some older feral!Hiccu...

Hmmm, so we’re not really friends on here or anything (I’m kind of sort of new) but I’ll give this a shot:

Maybe the suit would be less gadget-y and more dragon-y? If that makes sense? I feel like Hiccup’s original suit was influenced more by his history with smithing and inventing, while enhanced by his knowledge of dragons. Feral!cup would be just the opposite, with a heavier dragon influence. So maybe instead of having so many knobs and buttons and secret compartments, it would have a little less of a refined feel: Like more feathers, scales, talons etc.  I’m not the most creative person, so sorry I don’t have specific ideas, but maybe that would be a start? 

Haha, less knobs, more dragony body parts.  Definitely tried that.  One knob I feel is important is that chest button/crank for the fin… GAH, I'm definitely not an engineer!

[avannak]

Just for the record, I love how thorough you are with all of your asks. You frequently (and quite patiently) answer questions regardless of how repetitive, annoying or rude they may be with diplomacy and charm. You also take the time to answer completely, providing interesting and well supported opinions, often taking the time to link followers to other posts addressing similar issues. All in all, it's obvious you take a lot of time and must care a lot about your fellow users, SO THANKS!!

LOL - you said charm. And I laughed.  Actually did laugh.

But silliness aside, I'm really glad that you like my responses!  I'm always excited to get asks--even if some aren't so nice--and I figure if someone's going to take the time out of their day to come to me with a question or comment, then I at least owe them something for their effort. 

Unless I'm tired. In which case I at least owe them a silly answer if it can't be informative.

 These are stellar people who put up with me. :)

I'm very pleased you think I know what I'm taking about.

THANK YOU! *snorts against your cheek softly and affectionately*

[avannak]

Footsie

“--and I expect at least four months.  There's construction, after all, and--”

“Two,” Hiccup interjected.  He felt the pressure of Astrid’s foot against his and found himself able to look Very Vicious in the eye without waver.

"Two!" Vicious laughed. Hiccup frowned.

“We only have six riders who are even qualified to take on a task like this.”

Vicious sniffed. “Then you can spare--”

“And seventeen tribes currently enlisting in our services,” Hiccup pressed on. “We cannot afford to distribute our elite riders to all of our allies at four months a piece.”

Astrid’s foot roved overtop of his.  Weight shifted down to his toes... then back to his ankle.

Hiccup glanced to his right. Astrid stared straight ahead, appearing rather interested in Vicious argument.

“Perhaps some allies should be shown more favor than others,” said Vicious. He picked at a patch of dry skin on his arm. “Four months for us.  One for… the Outcasts.”

"We aren't giving the Outcasts anything," Astrid deadpanned.  For the moment, her foot stilled, warm overtop Hiccup's.

“And that would be Meatheads before the Visithugs,” Thuggory cut in. “And the Bogs before that.”

Hiccup refrained from immediately agreeing; Vicious could be easy to slight.

Astrid’s leg snaked between Hiccup’s.  He stiffened.

Her foot began to slide along the inside of his calf.  Up and down. Up and down.  Slow, unseen, shifting the rough fabric against the hair of his leg.

Hiccup kicked her foot to the side and tried to focus on the Visithug heir.

“We’re not not going to change distribution," he said with a rough edge. "In addition to this service, our Hooligans still have personal responsibilities and their own lives. No--”

Hiccup’s voice hitched as a new sensation pinched at his inner thigh.

Astrid’s hand.

He cleared his throat.

“No," he said again.  "Two months is enough to get a dragon training program started.”

Hiccup tried to be discrete as he reached under the table and gripped the offending appendage before it could inch any closer to his groin.

He spared her a look. She was doing a wonderful job of giving Viscious her full attention. Only Hiccup’s intimate familiarity with every curve of her face told him she was biting the inside of her cheek.

“--went wrong?”

Crap.

“Nothing will go wrong,” Hiccup said on reflex.  Thuggory and Vicious stared at him. “Er... well something might go wrong, as always.”

He could feel Astrid trying to gently pull her hand back. He held tight. She had lost her hand privileges for the evening.

“But we’ll send follow up inspections,” he said. “Bi-anually.”

Astrid's foot was back on his.

She would sitting on his left from now on.