Please don’t repost, steal, translate, copy, summon via dark magic, or otherwise yoink my work. I sacrificed sleep, sanity, and at least three brain cells to create this chaos. If you like what you see, that's awesome and cool and ily so much for it! But please support the chaos properly—hit like or reblog and we’ll stay friends. ♡
↳ Most works are x reader. Works with a * beside it are not!
↳ The list is ever expanding! I've only recently started posting again on tumblr (July 7th, 2025). Please bare with me as I start to post and build up my list. Additionally, some of these works (mostly divergent lol) are from like 2017? My writing back then was buns, so read at your own risk.
↳ I appreciate every single comment, like, reblog, heart warming message, and the general "you're actually not 100% booty cheeks at writing" attitude. I may not always reply, but I promise I read everything — thank you so, so much.
↳ I post on both AO3 and Tumblr. Some works are there and not here. Some works are here and not there. Some works are on both. Really depends on what I'm feeling (just to, y’know, make it extra confusing for everyone).
: ̗̀➛ How to Train Your Dragon
Hiccup Haddock x Reader
Woundbound (Series) +AO3 Ver.
Summary: You’re a dragon hunter, and he’s a dragon rider – two opposing sides of a battle started long before you were born. Why has fate put you together, then? (A Soulmate AU in which you receive the wounds your soulmate receives (and feels the pain they do)).
: ̗̀➛ Stranger Things
Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove
A Rush of Blood to the Head* (One-shot, Ao3)
Summary: Billy commits suicide. Steve isn't sure how to let go. [for suicide prevention month]. Crucial warnings for major character death, mental illness, and suicide.
: ̗̀➛ Divergent
Eric Coulter x Reader
Prank Wars (Series)
Summary: Eric pranks you. You vow to prank him back. Game on.
Eric Coulter x Reader
Drunken Mistakes (Series)
Summary: You have too much to drink and Eric, who happens to be your best friend, gets called down to the bar to take you home. Once safely in an apartment, you drunkenly admit something.
: ̗̀➛ Life is Strange
. . . Loading
EXTRA, USEFUL LINKS
+Fandoms/Characters I write for
+Have a request? Great!
Hi everyone. I know Ive been MIA for a bit but I would like to let you all know that I am alive!! Things have just been crazy.
I lost my cat shortly after I posted the gofundme for him, and then I moved out for the very first time, and then got promoted at work. Been a whirlwind of emotions and stress and I’ve just had the busiest few months of my life but I think things have died down a bit now and I can continue writing.
I apologize for bringing my fic to a halt so suddenly and without any warning. I am hoping to having my HTTYD fic, Woundbound, updated by the end of next week — so be on the lookout. Thank you for all the messages and continuous support. You guys are amazing ❤️
Hi guys! I don’t normally post abt my personal life on tumblr but my cat has been really sick lately (mostly the cause of my absence on here) & the vet bills are putting a lot of strain on my sister & I…if you could donate that would be appreciated. Even if you can’t, a repost goes a long way! Please help me save my baby :( ❣️
Hi everyone,
I’m reaching out with a very heavy heart. My sweet cat, Simba, has been my… Aubrey Smith needs your support for Help Simba
Hi everyone! Sorry it’s been taking me so long to pump out chapter 4 — I’ve been exhausted from work and pretty much rested this entire weekend. I’m aiming to get something out this week ❤️☺️
Hitting over 100 kudos before 1k+ hits has never—never—happened to me. I’m not ever stat focused and write full for enjoyment but the love Woundbound is getting is so overwhelming sometimes! I’m use to writing for small fandoms so I never got much interaction but this experience has been so eye opening to my writing and story telling and the fact that people actually enjoy it. Thank you all so much <3 I hope the rest of the story doesn’t disappoint ❣️
Okay I know this is probably a stupid question but I really want to make sure, is reposting and reblogging the same thing or are they different? Is it okay to reblog things or no? I think reblogging gives credit to the author so it isn’t stealing work? I’m not sure and want to respect authors and their writing, and I really love your work and want to reblog it so if others stumble open my page they can read it. Thank you!! :D
Hi! This question is not stupid at all! Reblogging is when you hit the reblog button (which is the one that gives me credit!). It’ll show people who the OG poster is, etc. Reposting means copying + pasting what I wrote and posting it to your blog, as if you wrote it yourself!
Reblogging is totally okay!! In fact, I encourage it if you like/want to support my work. (Thank you <3)
Hopefully that clears it up — sorry if my wording on that is confusing in my posts!
I made a mistake on the poll post smh please revote everyone! Choose an emoji…this is for Woundbound but I can’t tell you for what. Just go with your gut!
Hiccup haddock x fem pregnant reader headcanons and probably with a oneshot if that’s possible?
AHHHH wait I love this. Father!Hiccup is my weakness!! HCs + oneshot coming right up ♡
Make a Request Here!
Hiccup Haddock x Preg!Fem reader HCs
At first, he’s shocked, then soft. When you first tell him, Hiccup just… blinks. A long, stunned silence. Then, with wide eyes and a whispered “Wait—really?” he wraps you in a too-tight hug and starts rambling about how “we should probably build a crib—or wait, draw one first—gods, I need more wood—uh, for the crib—I mean—ohmygodwe'rehavingababy”
He gets protective without realizing it. He’s suddenly very aware of his surroundings. You’ll catch him subtly moving you to the inside of the path when you're walking, shielding you with his body when someone rides past too fast, or holding your elbow when the terrain gets rough.
He builds a new saddle that supports your back better when you ride with him. He also starts inventing “baby-safe” modifications for the house—“Just in case! I mean, it’s us, something weird is bound to happen!”
The first time he hears you throwing up, he nearly trips over his own feet racing to check on you. “Do you need—water? Tea? A dragon? I can—well, not send a dragon, but—are you okay?”
VERYYYY DEVOTED MAN TO HIS WIFE TROPE. Does whatever you need, whenever you need it. Massages you, makes you food, plays with your hair when you feel too uncomfortable to sleep. He'll do anything & everything for you.
Constant belly kisses (but only in private). He’ll kneel and rest his forehead against your stomach while mumbling about how small the baby is and how wild it is that you're both making a whole human. He never calls the baby “it”—he’ll use pet names like “little tailfin” or “pebble.”
He talks to the baby without realizing it. While you’re reading or napping, he’ll ramble softly while working on sketches. “Okay, little one, don’t tell your mum I said this, but I did almost glue my fingers together again.”
When you’re in pain, he hates that he can’t fix it. He tries not to panic, but if you wince or double over, his heart just drops. “Is that normal? Are you normal? Should we call Gothi? I can go get Gothi—” You usually have to make him sit down and breathe.
He’s so polite until he isn’t. If a villager makes a rude joke about how “you look like you swallowed a yak,” Hiccup’s entire tone drops. “That’s my wife. Maybe don’t talk about her like she’s livestock if you want to keep your teeth.”
Even though dragons are family, he suddenly doesn’t let Toothless fly too fast or too high. You have to reassure him that you’re not made of glass.
He will snap at Stoick (gently). If Stoick tries to get you to help with something heavy or thinks you're “fine to join the others for training,” Hiccup raises a brow. “She’s pregnant, Dad. Not training for war.”
The first time he holds the baby, he cries. Hard. He’s barely breathing, just staring down at the small, warm bundle in his arms with tears sliding down his face. “They’re… so small. They’re ours. How is this even real?”
He’s obsessed with their tiny features: He’ll spend hours lying beside the baby, gently touching their nose, forehead, and little fingers. “Do you see that? Same nose as you. Lucky them.”
HE MAKES THINGS FOR THE BABY!! He invents his own sling so he can carry the baby while still working on dragon gear. Toothless will sometimes lean over to sniff the baby and purr, which makes the baby giggle—and makes Hiccup melt every time.
Toothless is extremely protective of the baby too. Hiccup builds a special perch by the crib so Toothless can peek in. “I think that means he likes them. He hasn’t tried to fly off with them, so that’s a good sign.”
He’ll lie awake with you, the baby asleep between you both, just whispering about all the things he hopes they grow up to see. “Do you think they’ll ride their own dragon? What if they’re scared of heights? Should I teach them early or wait—”
He over-researches baby care and always second-guesses himself. But he hides his stress for your sake, offering quiet words and gentle support while internally panicking about whether the water is too warm or not warm enough.
You catch him singing lullabies under his breath. They’re often about dragons, or the ocean, or softly reworded versions of old Viking songs. Sometimes he hums while swaying, and you can’t help but smile watching him—the awkward boy you loved, now a gentle, thoughtful dad.
Him finding out you're pregnant would go a little something like this...
The fire crackles softly in the hearth, throwing golden light across the wooden walls of your home — your home now, somehow, tucked just off the cliffside where the wind always smells like salt and dragons. Toothless is curled up by the door, snoring gently, his tail twitching now and then like he’s dreaming of flying. And Hiccup’s at the table, hunched over blueprints, ink smudging his fingertips and a lock of hair falling across his forehead.
He hasn’t noticed you yet.
Which is both helpful and terrifying.
You stand there with your hands in your pockets, heart thudding somewhere between your ribs and your throat. The chill from outside is still clinging to your cloak, but inside, everything is warm. Safe. Familiar. And you know this moment is about to crack all of that open.
Still — you want him to hear it from you. Not Gothi. Not Gobber through the grapevine. Just you. And him.
So you step closer.
“Hey,” you say, soft.
Hiccup startles slightly, then twists around in his chair with a lopsided grin. “Hey, you're home early. Was just thinking about coming to find you—” He pauses when he sees your expression, blinking quickly as his smile drops into something more serious. “Wait. Are you okay?”
You nod. But your throat’s tight, and the words don’t come easily.
Hiccup stands, already closing the distance. “What happened? Are you hurt?”
“No—no, I’m fine,” you say quickly, placing a hand on his chest as if to stop him from panicking further. You can feel his heart beating fast beneath his tunic. “I’m not hurt. It’s just… I found out something. Today.”
He searches your face, eyes darting like they’re looking for some secret written across your forehead. “Found out what?”
You take a breath.
And then, quietly: “I’m pregnant.”
The silence that follows is strange. It stretches and glimmers, like sunlight on water. Hiccup doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. For a moment you wonder if you said it wrong, or too fast. Maybe he didn’t hear you.
And then—
“You’re… wait.” His eyes go wide. “You’re pregnant?”
You nod again, slower this time, watching every twitch of emotion cross his face.
He breathes out, staggered, and lifts a hand like he’s going to run it through his hair—but halfway there, it drops instead to your stomach. He doesn’t touch you right away. Just hovers, like his fingers are afraid they’ll break something.
“I’m going to be a dad?” he says it like it’s in a different language, barely above a whisper.
“You are.”
His hand lands lightly over your middle. There’s no bump. Not yet. But his thumb trembles slightly where it rests. And then — his knees give out.
“Hiccup!”
He sinks to the floor, kneeling, not collapsing — thank the gods — but folding in on himself in this dazed, reverent way, his hands cradling your hips like you’re something holy, something sared, something unbreakable. Carefully, so carefully, he presses his forehead to your belly with the gentlest reverence you've ever felt.
“I’m fine,” he says, already laughing through tears. “I just—you’re serious? You’re really—we’re—?”
You nod. Again. Again. Because he keeps needing it. And you don’t mind saying it as many times as it takes for it to become real.
“Hi, little tailfin,” he whispers, voice trembling. “It’s me. Your dad. Your very overwhelmed dad.”
You choke out a soft laugh, threading your fingers into his hair as his arms slip around you, holding you close. He stays there for a while, just breathing you in, as if anchoring himself to the moment. To you. To the quiet miracle growing inside you both.
After a minute, he tilts his head up, eyes wide and glassy, cheeks flushed. “Are you okay? I mean—really okay? No weird aches? Dizziness? Nausea? Should I go find Gothi? Should you be lying down? Is there a manual on this? Should I write one—?”
“Hiccup,” you murmur, smiling as you wipe a tear off his cheek. “Breathe.”
He takes a big breath. It shakes.
Then he gets to his feet and pulls you straight into his chest, arms wrapping tight around you like he never wants to let go. “I love you,” he mumbles into your hair. “So much. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this happy without exploding.”
You melt into him. “You’re not going to explode.”
“No, but I might cry again,” he admits, laughing shakily. “Just a warning.”
Toothless lets out a sleepy chirp behind you, padding closer to sniff curiously at your side. Hiccup lets you go just enough to crouch beside him, scratching under his chin.
“Hey, bud,” he says softly. “Guess what? We’re gonna have a tiny human dragon rider in the house.”
Toothless blinks. Then chirps again and gives your belly a cautious nudge with his nose.
“See?” Hiccup says, grinning up at you. “He approves. Which is great. Because you’re stuck with me now. All three of us.”
You reach down, ruffling his hair. “I was already stuck with you.”
“Yeah, but now we’ve got someone else to join in the chaos.” His smile softens, turns smaller, more amazed. “We’re really going to be a family.”
You nod. And in his arms, next to the firelight, with Toothless curling around you both in a protective purr, you feel like the whole world has shifted slightly closer to perfect.
I also lovingly call this one Night Light. I just imagine this is what Hiccup spent most of his time doing on the Edge, being with Toothless and staying up wayyy to late studying dragons :P