Devine Writings

So, quick intro to me: I don’t go by my name online, just my user :) I’ve been in the fanfic stuff since I was 14(I know 😭😭) but never posted any of it until now, always too scared. I am now 19!! I am a college student, so sometimes I go awol for a few months. I’m chilling. I’m a history major. I’m from PR, just like my friend before me. I’m also a lil chubby so 😭😭 my Y/N’s usually are like that as well. If it’s not specified as a plus size reader then it’s not, but just know I wrote it with that in mind haha

THIS BLOG IS 16+ NOW THAT I AM 18 I WILL WRITE MATURE CONTENT THAT IS CLEARLY LABLED WITH MNDI. I CAN DO NO MORE THAN BEG YOU TO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ADULT CONTENT AND WARN BUT THAT IS AS FAR AS MY RESPONSIBILITY GOES. I can not control what you do and do not read.

So some quick rules for requests:

1. Give me a character(or characters for headcanons) you want to see and what you want to see :) don’t just say I want more with this character. Give me an idea of what you want :)

2. You can request other attributes to the reader such as chronically ill! Reader (I have lupus I get it😭😭) or stuff like that :) but for the love of the gods don’t, under any circumstances, request “skinny white reader” because… that… I won’t write. Um… every other fanfic has been catered to you, I’m sure my page won’t kill you

3. I only write for female readers and male characters I’m so sorry 😭😭 I support the LGBTQ+ (I’m a part of it, I don’t have a label and I’m trying to figure myself out) but I don’t feel comfortable enough to write WLW or MLM relationships in a way that will make me happy I wrote it. I only ever want to put out works that make people happy I don’t wanna put out shitty writing😔

4. Please read my yes/no/maybe sections for extra infor on what I do or don’t write!!

Yes!

1. Fluff

2. Angst

3. Hurt/Comfort

4. S/A survivor * (please read NO for this one)

NO

1. I will write a character that has gone through sexual assault or abuse but I will NEVER write explicit scenes of it. With sexual assault, just know I have experienced it and will portray it as best I can

2. No incest. That should be self explanatory.

3. No zoophilia. Ew.

4. No pedophilia. Also ew.

5. Modern AU. Not as serious as the other ones I just… can’t write it well.

6. With this as well, I will never write the character as the abuser or anything like that. I can’t.

Maybe

Smut. It’s… I’m on the fence I’m trying but I think I suck at it so we will see. If not I’ll write fade to black or implied sexual content yk? With this, I have written two smuts as of (7/21) and I’m not the most confident with them but I can try…! Uhm I haven’t figured out what smut things I don’t write at all

If there’s something you don’t see on here, feel free to message or ask :) I will let you know :)

You had been the first. Protecting the kids from the demogorgons, refusing to let them past. You bled out fighting them. In the end, your efforts kept them safe... at the cost of your life.

Billy the second. His body screamed in pain, pierced by the claws of the mind flayer separate times. To protect this girl he had never met... simply because she saw. And he took the bleeding out on a mall floor over her death. Their deaths. Those damn kids...

Eddie was the third and final one to join. He could have escaped, but he bought them more time. He just a wanted Dustin and his new found friends to live. The bats bit, ripping parts of skin as he bled out in the upside down.

And all of you came back. You came back... different. Very different.

Eddie was the easiest to explain, a vampire. If it came down to identifying him in DnD lore, most would point out Kas. Billy as a person with unresolved business. Kept alive by that anger. The kids would say he was closest to a revenant. But maybe one that wasn't bound to serve. He was no longer a puppet. And you? Protective, brought back by your desire to keep everyone safe. A guardian wraith.

You found Billy first.

"Are you... real? Or just a figment of my imagination?" He asked, looking you up and down, grabbing you.

"As far as I'm aware I... am real," you whispered, taking the veil away from your face.

"You're dead. I uh... I mean... fuck... like the kids... Max... said you died..." Billy muttered, kicking at the ground.

"...Yes. And you must be too," you answered.

"I guess I am."

Then Eddie came. You don't remember how long it had been. Time was not exactly linear here... stuck on one day. November 6th. But there he was. Sharp fangs, tousled hair, clothes ripped from the demobats.

"Oh this is... trippy...is this heaven? Am I dead? I have to be cuz you two are dead. I know that. You are... definitely... dead...been to both your graves... multiple times..." he mutters, staring at you both in confusion.

"Think more... undead. And you're here now."

"Oh...I'm gonna... need a minute-"

——

"Eddie!"

You hear Billy groan and complain. They were always at each other's throats. Literally. More like Eddie always at Billy's. Not fighting, no in fact they got along well. REALLY well.

Just that Eddie needed to feed and well... you were the only two certain safety nets. He said that demogorgon blood was fine but gross to stick his fangs into.

So, you walk into the room, seeing Eddie climbing on top of Billy, the aforementioned man attempting to push him off playfully, hand in his face.

"Billy cmon I need-"

"You don't need shit you fed a day ago you're fine-"

"My life force... is draining.. please please, I need it-"

Eddie was being dramatic, but he knew all he had to do was give him a pout and beg and Billy would cave in quick. You hum, spinning around the room like a sprite, before sitting next to them.

"Oh gross dude you licked my hand-"

"I've licked other things and you've never had a problem with it-"

"Hey! Stop it you're not gonna bite me-"

Eddie's face broke out into a wide grin, and he took Billy's hand, "You'd really let me die like this? Hm? Starving? Please Billy, cmon-"

"Jesus- fine!"

And like always he gives in, because sometimes he can't tell if Eddie is joking or is genuinely in desperate need of blood. Eddie wastes NO time in placing his mouth at the base of Billy's neck, biting down.

"Mmm you let him get away with too much," you giggle, nuzzling the other side of his neck.

The three of you hid from three things down here. One, Vecna. Two, any of Vecna's cronies, and three, the military. So far you had avoided one of those. That one being Vecna. Being undead had its perks. One being your supernatural abilities. Eddie had all the same traits as a vampire, super speed and strength, he could turn into a bat. Billy had strength and regeneration, and something you liked to call pressure. What pressure was is anytime someone was hurting you, he pressured the fear to run faster through their bodies. Sometimes the shock killed. You had the least offensive powers. Your presence alone scared demobeasts away, they hesitate before trespassing into your space. The second being what Eddie called 'Silent Command'. Not mind control. Not exactly. But you could tunnel into people's minds and implant the idea of leaving. Whether they chose or not to heed your warning was on them.

"Eddie... Eddie that's enough," Billy mumbled, hands running through Eddie's hair, pulling him off. Eddie whined, pouting. He was so dramatic.

"Oh Y/N my dearest sweet girl, my safety, my goddess of fear, will you please-"

"Go ahead..."

Eddie laughed, crawling over, placing you in his lap. His teeth sank into your neck in seconds and you gasped. It surprised you every time he did it.

"But I'm the one who lets him get away with too much? Yeah fuckin' right. We use me for a reason, I regenerate much faster than you princess," Billy scoffs, kissing your forehead.

"You worry about me?" You smile softly.

He blushes and stammers out a no. Billy tries to back away, but Eddie grabs the front of his shirt, pulling him down. He lifts his head from your neck, licking the blood that came out softly.

"She's so fucking sweet... wanna taste?" Eddie smirks.

"I don't know what you- Mmph!"

Billy is interrupted by Eddie kissing him. Eddie laughs, pulling away.

"Told ya. Didn't I?"

Billy takes a moment, blinks slowly, then lays down next to you, arms wrapping around you. Eddie joins, forcing himself in the middle.

"Oh yeah. Now I can hold you both. This is great. This is the life... afterlife... what if... we like got the hell out of here? Could we... survive outside the upside down...?" Eddie started while laughing, but ended with a solemn look in his face.

"Why are you getting all existential on us now?" Billy mumbled.

"I dunno... I mean what if the upside down is destroyed. Do we like die?" He asked, holding one of your hands, the other holding Billy's. "Jesus H Christ, let me hold your hand Hargrove-"

"Mmm... well... then we will have spent our afterlives and second deaths together. I think that's gotta be poetic somehow," you whisper.

"Both of you are so sappy..." Billy complained, giving in and finally letting Eddie hold his hand.

"Mmm not sappy! Just... just... in love with you!" Eddie stammered, quickly smiling brightly.

"Rings... please," you mumble, falling asleep, fidgeting with Eddie's rings.

Billy snickers and Eddie, being the ever loving drama king he is, starts with a gasp.

"No! No! Not my rings, my beloved prized possessions!! No!"

"Mmm..."

"No!"

"Whyyyy?"

"I already gave you the only one that's actual silver, you can keep that one. No more no less!"

You stick your tongue out and Eddie smirks, licking your tongue. You stare, wide eyed.

"You FREAK-" you cry out, pointing at him, trying to hide your laughter.

"Oh absolutely-" he answers, going to lick you again.

You get up and whine, "Billy! Tell him to stoppp!"

You and Eddie try not to touch the vines, rolling around trying to get away from him.

"Hey- hey- hey!"

Billy's shout gets both of you to stop in your tracks.

"Sit down! Chill!"

You both pout, sitting next to each other, looking up at Billy with sad eyes.

"Jesus... you can't-"

Eddie's ears picked up a noise. Far off... the rumble of wheels.

"Hey... hey guys... hey guys... uhm... uhm there a noise..." he whispered.

"What kind of noise?" You ask, leaning against him.

"Military. We need to go. Hide," he said, twitching softly.

"Nah. I'm tired of their bullshit. We need to-" Billy growled.

A high pitched noise rang out, hurting Eddie's ears. He groaned, doubling over and trying to block it out. You gasped.

"Billy-"

"I got him. Let's go."

"Oh but isn't he just sooo hot!"

"Omg you guys would be so cute together!"

"He so likes you go ask him out!"

"If he doesn't like you he's an idiot!"

The table was filled with chatter about crushes. Becky liked Andrew on the football team, obviously Chrissy had Jason, Olivia liked Stan from swim... the girls all liked someone.

You liked someone too. But you knew how they would react if they knew. Scorn, mocking. Even if you were the captain. All you wanted was for them to do the same thing you would do, giggle and say they caught him looking at you in class, or say you'd look good together.

One time you mentioned that he was kinda cute, and the girls genuinely thought you had gotten a concussion from practice.

From your table, your eyes drifted across the cafeteria to where he sat with his club, laughing and joking with them. Stupid brown puppy dog eyes. He wasn't scared to be himself, and that was attractive. You were too scared to tell your friends you liked him... The only one that knew graduated last year. Robin had always teased you, but told you to go for it.

That was your best friend. That's why they called you "the people's princess" as a joke, because you were kind to everyone. Even those this town considered 'freaks'. Because until you were in cheer... until you swept the captain spot your sophomore year... you had been an outcast due to your family, where you were from.

"What about you Y/N? Any guy you've got your eye on?"

Chrissy's voice broke you from your thoughts as she put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Oh... uhm... not really," you lie, smiling, fixing your hair.

"Really? You could have any guy you've wanted why not?" Sandra laughed, nudging you softly.

"Oh she's too focused on her studies! Cmon guys be nice!" Olivia giggled.

The group quickly dropped it, and you sighed. You wished you didn't feel so scared.

———

After practice, you saw Lucas stressing out, pacing in the hallway. He saw you and sighed in relief.

"Oh Y/N! Hey, um.... So Mike, my friend, he's sick, and y'know Hellfire-"

Your eyes widened and you nodded. His club.

"I-I promise it's not demonic or anything, um... well, you wanna... take his spot? J-JUST FOR TODAY you will never have to touch a d20 ever again after this I swear-"

You bit your lip, thinking. On one hand, you could finally get to talk to him outside of class... on the other... you were wary of the rumors that would spread. Then... you thought about how technically you were friends with Lucas, and you could just say you thought of Mike as Nancy's adorable little brother, so you couldn't say no...

You nod tentatively, "Okay... but I need to change out of my uniform... a-and I don't know how to play..."

"It's fine! It's fine, Dustin can help or-or Eddie y'know he will help you-"

You shook your head, "I-i can learn it's okay I'm gonna change!"

——

You knocked carefully on the door, and opened it quietly.

"Sorry I took so long um one the freshmen wanted me to help with her high jump and-"

"Hey, no worries. Most of the party isn't here yet... and by that I mean it's just Eddie and I, so you're cool. We can teach you how to play in the meantime!" Lucas said, helping you over to the table. You tripped, the laces of your converse having come undone.

"Oh shoot!" You mumble, embarrassed walking to a chair, sitting and tying your laces back up. "Sorry..."

You were too embarrassed and scared to look up and meet his eyes.

"Oh yeah, uh Y/N this is Eddie, Eddie this is-"

Lucas in interrupted by Eddie saying, "The people's Princess, yeah yeah, I know who she is. Y/N right?"

"Mhm... u-uhm... it's nice to meet you... officially! We have... history class together," you whisper, avoiding eye contact.

Eddie knew that. Of course he did. He would only stare at you in class, watching you bring in new perspectives, ask question that made the teacher sputter as if they hadn't expected that... you were badass!

"Well... you can't play if you don't know how so... listen up. Let's go through this. First, your character."

——

You laughed hard as the kids groaned and cried out when Eddie did something to screw them over. You tucked a curl behind your ear, taking a sip of water.

The campaign ended with you dead, which you expected. You giggled, helping tear down.

"Any of you kids need a ride home?" You asked, spinning your keys around your finger.

"Uh-... we got our bikes-" started Dustin.

"No prob, throw them in the back! Here, turn her on Lucas. I'm gonna finish picking up," you say, throwing the keys to the boy.

"Holy shit- you serious?" He asked, already backing up.

"Uhuh! Just keep it in park. Or I'll get you," you laugh. The boys run out laughing to the parking lot.

"So... you drive?" He asks, the boys filing out.

You nod, "Saved up a lot to get it... 's my dream car. Oh shoot, wait-"

You run to the window, opening it and yelling, "Lucas there's a bike rack in the trunk!!"

"Got it!" You hear him yell back.

You hum, closing the window, putting dice in cloth bags.

"Mind if uh... I play somethin'?" Eddie asks, gearing up his record player.

"Oh, uhm no go ahead," you say, figuring out where things go despite having never been in the room.

He plays some Motley Crue, and catches you bobbing your head to the music.

"You like this?"

"It's good. Not what I usually listen to though."

"What? Listen to... Madonna? Bowie? Hmm... maybe the Beatles?"

"Ha... not uhm, I listen to lots of jazz and blues. Like uh I really like Cab Calloway... oh oh and Paul Anka... Ella Fitzgerald..."

He looks at you wide eyed, blinking. He listened to those because they reminded him of his mom.

"I uh... I mean I listen... I've heard-"

"You don't gotta pretend to like my music y'know..."

"No I-i do I listen to music like that um my mom used to really like it..."

You smile softly, "It's good, right?"

Eddie is about to answer before the unmistakeable low rumble of a car engine turns his attention to the room.

"Pfft. Probably one of the idiot jocks-"

"Probably the boys turning my car on-"

You both look at each other, then he shrugs, finishing up as you listen to music.

"Y'know... rock and metal couldn't have started without jazz and blues... most music wouldn't have without the influence of black Americans and immigrants..."

He looked over while you organized. He would have let out a lovesick sigh at the sight and sound. Music in the background, you talking about music history (which was so metal, so punk of you, he couldn't help but fall harder), the yellow light front above made you look like you were glowing, as you put away DnD mini figs with the utmost care. Was this love? You were a perfect angel in this moment.

"Yeah... and... the influence it all has on... mainstream pop that no one talks about," he manages to choke out.

"Yes! You get it!"

——

The conversation ran a bit longer than intended, but you eventually remembered you had kids to drop off.

He lets you get out first with a soft 'ladies first' locking the door after you both leave. You fidget with the hem of your shorts as you both walk to the parking lot.

"...There's only two in the parking lot... so which one's yours?" Eddie asks, looking around expecting a generic car or truck.

"You're uh... looking at her," you giggle, jogging over.

"No fucking way. That's your car? I thought that was like... a stupid jocks car that's yours?!"

You laugh and nod, "I saved up for her, my dream car!"

"1969 Pontiac firebird-"

"Yep. I uh... saved up. So that's my car," you smile, the boys in the backseat. "Ope, those bikes are gonna fall, give me a sec!"

You run over, not even asking for help, tie the bikes so they don't fall and don't mess up your paint.

"I thought you were just a preppy cheerleader... woah..."

You blush and shrug, "We learn new things huh?"

"Hey! Uh, uhm... would you wanna like... hang out sometime? Like us, not the party like uh... just watch a movie or something?" Eddie nervously shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting for the laughter and the rejection.

"O-oh um-... I-i..." you fidget. It was happening, it was actually happening, Eddie Munson, the guy you thought was completely unattainable, just asked you out. Well not on an actual date but this was close enough! "I-I'd love to! Yes, um... Friday? Friday uhm... after the game I'm free?"

Ah the game.

"Y-yeah! Yeah, no, yeah! Uhm... I can-... we can I-... uhm... go watch? You, not the game I know jack shit about the game uhm... yeah I'll... see you tomorrow!"

He ran off to his van, waiting until you left the parking lot before he laughed to himself, shaking his head, and yelling in excitement.

——

You hummed, driving the first boy to his house.

"So um... what took you and Eddie so long?" Dustin asked.

"Oh? We were just cleaning up! And we talked about music, it was nice," you answered, looking in the rearview mirror with a smile.

"You sure cuz you looked kinda nervous when you were coming out to the car-"

"Dustin! Don't be weird..." Lucas scolded, shaking his head.

"It's no worry. I know what happened, believe me or not," you smile, pulling into Dustin's driveway.

"Oh shoot, hey, tell your mom my mama says thanks for the help the other day!" You call out as he gets out. He nods and smiles jogging into the house.

——

Friday could not have come faster!

You were buzzing with excitement, you had picked out your outfit for after the game with such care, giggling as you put in your locker along with your makeup. Now you were getting ready for the game, and you couldn't wait for it to be over!

"Someone giddy," Sandra teased, shutting her locker.

"Yeah! I'm uh... I'm excited... game and all... and um my mama made my favorite at home so when I get back... it's yeah I'm... just excited!" You ramble, lying... why did you lie? Why couldn't you just tell them you had a da-... a hang out with Eddie Munson after the game?

"You sure it's not to play with that freak's club again?"

Ah. That's why.

"Yeah I can't believe you played!"

"I can't believe you got out alive!"

"Don't they do rituals?"

You shook your head, "Guys! Uhm guys, it's just a board game... just once. I just thought of Nancy and Mike is just her adorable little brother! That's why... okay?"

The girls stopped talking about it, and you sighed, finishing up your makeup.

"We start in 10, I'll see you ladies at the mat lined up. Remember, hair up and away from your face, bows in hair, skirts not hiked up, tennis shoes ties, smiles bright."

——

Eddie had watched their reactions as he said no Hellfire tonight.

"EDDIE?!?"

"YOU CANT CANCEL IT WHAT?!"

The group was in outrage. Eddie smirked, watching as the other tables looked at him with disgust. Except for you. You giggled from across the lunchroom.

"Cmon, we should be... supporting Lucas. We postpone it for one day. One," Eddie said.

"B-but-"

"No buts, I'm DM and President, what I say goes, I will see you all tomorrow!"

——

You walked into the gym, no one there except the teams practicing. You went by the bleachers, until someone pulled you in a hand over your mouth.

You were about to scream, bite and kick, until you saw it was Eddie.

"Sorry! Sorry sorry," he whispered, taking his hands off.

"You scared me... so what's the plan?" You giggle leaning in.

He grimaces. Was he really about to pick a sale over hanging out with one of the hottest girls at Hawkins? One of the nicest girls? But then he thought about his uncle, working nights, how they struggled to bring money in... even if it was drug money, it was money that helped. And Chrissy was rich. Sure, he lied and said he gave her a discount... that was morally not the best thing he had ever done. But it was for a reason! Maybe with the money from Chrissy he could get you apology flowers and get some takeout before the movie at his place.

"I-... I um... can we get a rain check on that?" Eddie, looked away, fidgeting with his rings.

"I-.. oh... uhm, yeah... yeah sure," you whispered, keeping a smile on your face despite your disappointment.

"I'm really sorry just... just something came up, maybe um... like tomorrow later or something? I uh... I can... I'm so sorry... fuck-"

"Hey... it's okay. Things come up," you whisper, shrugging. He obviously felt bad, and you didn't want to make him feel worse. "I'm-... wait, don't you... play tomorrow night though? W-with your band?"

He looked shocked you knew that, "Yeah... I do um... at the Hideout... dingy dive bar... actually I-..."

"Um... maybe I can... go watch? We can watch a movie after?" You suggest.

"Oh you are an angel... y-yeah! Yes. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, after my show, after you marvel at my skills, after you're my groupie, we can drive to the family video, then we go back to my place and uh watch a movie," he maps out the plan.

"Yes. Yeah, that sounds so great! Uhm, I have to go but um... yeah!"

"Break a leg princess... I'll be watching from the... very... very... very far back corner, hoping no one sees me so I don't get my ass kicked."

Once the game started, you did your cheers, always looking up at the top row, back corner where Eddie stood. Watching a smile.

"Form-"

"Oh my god. Y/N, the freak is at this game. Look! Ugh ew he's totally checking you out, gross!" Sandra whispered to you, grimacing.

Did she really think so? Eddie, checking you out? A girl could dream...

"Be nice... he's just watching the game," you sigh, trying to defend him while being lowkey.

"I don't want to cheer with him looking-"

"If you're uncomfortable that's one thing. But this is what we do. We cheer no matter who's in the crowd or who isn't. Chin up, smile bright or go home for the night. Please. This is the championship game."

Sandra looked shocked but nodded, immediately getting into position. You hated being rude. But you couldn't stand how they said such things...

On the bright side, your outfit wouldn't go to waste because you had plans on Saturday!

——

But Saturday never came. Instead, you heard news of Chrissy's death. Instead, you had the town freaking out. Instead, you got attacked by a monster and now we're brought in by Dustin explaining everything to you. Instead, Jason's gone batshit insisting Eddie was a vessel for the devil... black magic...

"Oh... I'm gonna be sick..." you groaned, holding your stomach, Robin bringing a trash can over as you hurled.

"A-and we gotta find Eddie because-" Dustin stammered.

Eddie. Oh god, you totally stood him up-

"They would be looking for him, she was found there..."

——

You found Eddie at skull rock. Dustin was shocked his compass was telling him the wrong way, and you were just nervous. Looking around, Eddie was not there.

"I concur... Dustin Henderson you are a butthead."

But there he was to prove you wrong, hugging Dustin. Steve had been bragging on and on about this being a notorious makeout spot that wasn't popular until he made it popular. You'd heard rumors... but uh... you'd never been.

"...They're after you now... I'm sorry I-... I-" you stammered, trying to explain what you knew... about Jason...

"Hunt the freak, right?" He said it again. This time more bitter than before.

You sighed and grabbed him, sitting him down and looking him over for injuries. He sat still looking up.

He bit his tongue, trying not to cry in front of you or anyone else.

"You guys all get what you need... I'll stay here," you say to the group. Everyone nodded, leaving you and Eddie.

"Y/N, I didn't hurt Chrissy. I didn't hurt her I swear-" Eddie pleaded, looking up. He knew you and Chrissy had been good friends, even before you became the cheerleader.

"I know... I know I-... I would've never assumed you'd hurt her... Jason... he's gone mad... it's... ugh it's horrible he-... he's saying you're a vessel for the devil and-..." you shook your head. "He is not right in the head... I know he loved Chrissy... but I can't... believe he'd go this far. He's been itching to find a reason to-... to-..."

"To crucify me? Hurt me? Hunt me down?" Eddie scoffed. "After Billy left of course they'd go after me... I wasn't a freak when he was here. No, there I had the Hargrove law. But after he died... fuck I've been screwed."

"You and Billy.... Were friends?" You asked, looking out into the trees.

"Ehhh... I was his dealer... and smoke buddy... only other person I knew who liked the same music. I guess you could say we were friends at the end."

He put his face in his hands curling his knees up to his chest.

"Fuck.... Fuck! I should've just told Chrissy no deal! Should've just hung out with you, but noooo, extra 40 bucks would've-... fuck!"

You tilted your head softly. Chrissy... was buying? None of your business.... Actually it was as a concerned friend but... it didn't matter... she was gone. You attempted to gently change the subject to distract him.

"Skull rock... never been," you whisper, playing with the grass.

"Ha... yeah right. Pretty cheerleader... popular... you're telling me you've never been to skull rock?" He laughs sarcastically. "Makeout spot of the century?"

"N-no.. never. Never been kissed or been on a date or-"

"Hold up, you've never been on a date?! That's... you've never been kissed?!"

You look away, "I dunno... just always wanted to save it for someone special... someone who cares... you probably think I'm stupid right?"

"No! No no no no, not stupid," he scrambles to be in front of you, holding your hands. "That's so... unlike other-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there... I'm just like other girls... I'm kind, and I'm smart... and I care. I have hobbies and interests, I have hopes and dreams, just like other girls... can we phrase that differently?" You give him a shake of your head as you speak.

"You're so fucking metal..."

You giggle, grabbing your backpack. He was such a dork.

"Speaking of metal... I was gonna give this to you after I was done being your number one fan... but uh... now is as good of a time as any," you whisper, taking a sleeve out of your bag. "I hope it didn't get warped..."

You had it over, and he pulls out a record. The cover was plain black, no band or anything on it.

"What uh... band....?"

"Oh shoot, right! So um... side A plays metal... songs Dustin said you listen to a lot... uhm... and Side B plays softer... jazz and blues... like the ones you said about your mom," you whisper, hoping he likes it.

He was silent staring at the custom pressed vinyl in his hands, trembling, in his head repeating don't cry don't cry don't cry like a chorus. He looked between you and the vinyl, before deciding 'screw it'. He was tired of running and if this was the only brave thing he did for the rest of his life, it will have been the best.

He leaned in, vinyl placed gently onto of the cover on the floor before pressing his lips to yours. You made a shocked sound at first and he almost pulled away, until you grabbed his jacket pulling him in. It was sweet, slow. The kind he'd hear about on those old black and white movies on AMC whenever he got the channel.

You pulled away first, taking soft breaths, "Holy shit..."

"You just cussed!"

"You just kissed me..."

"Guess we both are full of surprises huh?"

You giggle, looking away, "I take it you liked it?"

"Vinyl or the kiss? Either way... I loved it. Sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me... you remembered that? About my mom?" He smiled, placing it back in the casing.

"Of course I do it was the first time we talked officially... first time I talked to the guy I liked," you admit.

"Oh who?"

... he couldn't be serious. Maybe he was joking.

"Seriously who?"

Oh he was not joking!

"You, Eddie I've liked you! For... forever and I was too much of a coward to admit it... I was scared... like really scared that people would find out and make my life a living hell again and... I'm sorry. I should've... said it sooner," you spill your guts, the words flying off your tongue faster than you can think.

"Hey... hey. It's okay... you told me now... that counts for something," he comforted, grabbing your hands.

"...yeah..." you squeeze his hands. "So... after this blows over... we defeat Vecna... clear your name... do you wanna... skip the show and go straight to watching a movie at your place? Not that I wouldn't love to watch you perform, just... I'm eager to...to actually spend time with you."

- He is NOT used to people flirting with him. He's not used to anyone taking his flirts seriously. He's also not used to being taller than people.

- “No way! Really? You did that? Superrre cool!”

He thinks you’re being sarcastic, until someone points out how much you truly pay attention.

- You’re always touching him and he’s like ‘haha of course she is I’m so cool- OH MY GODS SHES TOUCHING ME?!’

- Hates the pouty face you make when he leaves but always looks forward to coming back because you run over and jump all around him excited and asking questions. You look him over to see if he has any bruises and cuts that need attention.

- “It’s soooo hot!”

“Not hotter than you pretty girl.”

“Oh? Really? Mmm, can’t tell what’s hotter the sun or you after training.”

*insert him trying to keep his cool*

- Picks you up with ease, always making jokes about how short you are… as if he isn’t one of the shortest people on the team. After you of course

- Hates when you join them on missions. Not because he hates having you along, he loves it. Two reasons: he doesn’t want you to get hurt, and you distract him.

- He falls off Hookfang and onto the back of your dragon.

“Aww falling for me already?”

- “No, you stay. You can’t-“

“Despite my size I’m not a damn child. I can take care of myself. I’m a dragon rider, same as you. I’m not staying because you told me to-“

“It’s not that you-“

“Then what?! What is it?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt I don’t want to lose you!”

- He’s very protective. Sometimes you chide him about treating you like a child. You’re used to the comments about your size and how other treat you like a kid. He doesn’t do it for that reason, he’s just protective of those he loves. And you’re in that statistic!

- “Y’know you keep looking at me like that-“

“What? Y’gonna kiss me? Hm? Do it!”

- “Oh for the love of Thor! Fuck me-“

“Yes ma’am.”

“What.”

“What?”

- Offers to carry things for you (he’s very acts of service) not because you can’t. But because he wants to. That’s how he shows affection.

- “Hey pretty girl-“

“hey pretty boy… what’s up?”

He didn’t expect you to respond like that. He should at this point. But he completely freezes for a minute.

“I… uhm… so haha funny story I was… uhm… is it hit in here or is it just you- I mean me! I mean you’re hot too hut- ugh! Forget it!”

- Gets all soft and puppy eyed when you encourage him to talk. When you ask him to keep saying something because you want to hear, or because you care about his plan. He isn’t used to someone listening and actually caring.

- Lays his head on your lap while he tells you long stores or just about his day while you giggle and play with his hair. He complains you pull his hair, but he’s out cold like five minutes later.

- Doberman x Chihuahua vibes. He’s the chihuahua. (Chihuahuas are very loyal protective dogs who get a bad reputation due to being highly reactive often biting. This is only due to owners {hypothetical parents} treating them badly and making them this way. Dogs are not born reactive.)

(Authors note: did I lowkey cook?? I think I cooked with that.)

- Sometimes tries to warn you about danger while flirting… you end up getting hurt, he ends up guilty, and you end up smiling telling him to “kiss it better” while he loses his shit

- “Oh, pretty boy, we have patrol together today.”

….

“…Who’s pretty boy-… and I-? IM PRETTY Boy?!?”

- You’re jumping around him when he gets back one day, and this time he’s trying to tell you something important, especially since he just had a near death experience. He grabs your shoulders softly.

“Hey. Listen.”

“Listening.”

“I like you.”

“I like you too Snotlout.”

“Nonono, I mean more than friends.”

“Yeah? Your point? So do I.”

- Holds your hand everywhere. Refuses to let it go. You don’t mind. You drag him everywhere, and he doesn’t complain. He’s exactly where he wants to be.

- LITERALLY THE THING WHEN ITS LIKE

“If you see me getting bossed around by a 4’11 girl with audacity, do NOT save me, I repeat do NOT save me. I am EXACTLY where I wanna be.”

- Hehehe he likes leaning down to kiss you. But he likes it even more when you pull him down to kiss you.

- he goes FERAL when you wear his clothes. He takes it as a way of flirting… which it is. It’s called visual flirting… that’s totally not something you made up.

Eddie looks over like he didn't quite hear you right. But he sees your pretty dress stained, and your hair a mess.

"Jesus, look away for a minute and... what happened to you?"

"I don't care I want to go home I want to-"

He stands up, grabbing your arms softly, "First you tell me what happened."

You stand, teary eyed, "It's stupid."

"And so is this party, now tell me what's wrong?"

The flood gates open.

"I-I was downstairs and y'know how Jonathan asked me here?" Of course he did, you hadn't shut the hell up about it all week. "Yeah well he's just after fucking Nancy, who isn't?! And then I get fucking Sandy spilling her sweet little drink on me on 'accident' then I go and he-...he's kissing her and I wanna go home!" You wail, ugly crying, tears spilling fast.

"Okay okay okay we can go we can-"

"The hell you are. You're high," a voice comes from behind them, sitting on the couch where Eddie was just a moment ago.

"Oh yeah then what you gonna drive us home? You're drunk Hargrove," Eddie mouths off.

"You act like I haven't done it before. Cmon," he groans, getting up.

Billy didn't even know why he was at this party. He was bored. And he couldn't tell either of you about the fucked shit from the mall. You cry, sniffling, stumbling over to Billy.

"Home."

"Yeah yeah, we're going home princess."

You stumble once, and Billy grabs you, carrying you on his back.

"You want me to get him? I can, I'll do it like bam-" Eddie rambles, walking next to Billy.

"No... I just wanna leave. I'm tired of this," you mumble as you go through the house party, people staring and whispering.

Eddie gets shoved once, twice, the third is hard enough to make him stumble with someone saying "Watch it, freak." Billy turns, licking his lip.

"You uh... wanna say that again?" He challenges, seeing the person cower now. "That's what I thought."

"You can't seriously be defending the freak-"

"In case you forgot, I don't give a damn. You can't seriously be that stupid? You want a fight, I'll give you one-"

The person apologizes and backs off rather quickly, and the three of you continue out. Eddie turns and flips them off, sticking his tongue out.

"Munson!"

"Oh- coming!"

——

Billy propped you up in the car, window down. The outside of his car was much easier to clean than the inside. Eddie took a minute to finish his cigarette, getting in the passenger seat. Billy would smoke with the windows down, but right now he knew you'd throw up at the smell.

"Million dollar question: who's house? Can't be mine. Old man will kill me, and gut you," Billy asked Eddie who was by the passenger side door.

"What did I do?"

"Exist."

"Eddie's house... my house... bed..." you slur, the alcohol catching up to you.

"Hey, hey, focus focus. Yours or Eddie's? Goddamn it- fuck. Yeah she's out. Munson, we're going to yours"

——

Getting to Eddie's place is easier than getting to yours anyway. Your parents would ask too many questions about why he was with you. Then if he was there why was Eddie also there and it was way too much. He drives slower than normal, eventually parking in front of the steps up.

"Is it unlocked? Or do we need to climb through windows?" Billy jokes. Eddie makes a face.

"What's the face for? Munson? What's the face for?"

"Uhh... window."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. I was joking!"

They wake you up and you whine, pouting as Billy pick you up. Eddie is opening his window from the outside, and when the gap is big enough for him to get in, he crawls through. The window gets opened fully, and Billy hands you to him to get you through the window. Almost dropping you, but you get in the bed safely. Billy climbs up himself, hitting his head on the sill. He groans and he watches as you stumble.

"Billy... you're... Hurt," You mumble. Eddie pushes you back onto the bed.

"He's fine. He'll come to you so you don't trip," Eddie says, keeping an eye on you.

Billy stands up, quietly looking around Eddie's room. He spots a box of cookies and throws it at you. You catch it... after it hits your face.

"Billy!"

"Shit!"

"Shhh!! You're going to wake my uncle up and respectfully I don't need him thinking I'm-...I'm... up to stuff with you two."

You both stare, you shrug eating a cookie.

"You still have my pajamas from last time I was here Eddie?" You mumble, mouth full of cookie. "And my makeup wipes? Actually can I shower?"

"I'm pretty sure if you shower you'll fall," Billy comments, flipping through the records and cassettes in Eddie's room.

"Jus' watch me then."

Both boys turn to look at each other.

“Fuck no.”

“Absolutely not.”

Both are said at the same time. In your altered state, you take the words to heart, starting to tear up.

“No no no, don’t start-“

“Tears ain’t always getting you what you want princess, we’re-“

“We?!”

“Yes, we are putting our foot down.”

——

Eddie sat on the floor of his bathroom, Billy leaning against the wall. You hummed, showering. Both boys tried to not look at your silhouette through the curtain, and to not look at your discarded underwear on the floor.

A quick shower to get the sticky drink off of you.

Billy looked down at Eddie like he was being tortured, Eddie started to laugh.

"Why are you guys laughing without me?" They hear you pout.

"No reason uh-"

"Finish up already."

When all of a sudden, a squeak and the unmistakable sound of you slipping and sloshing water.

"Alright, and that's what I was worried about, curtain," Billy sighs, opening the shower curtain seeing you on the floor. Eddie handed him a towel, not looking at you. "Up you go."

"Next time we are sponge bathing you-"

"Munson do not give her any ideas."

You pout as Billy helps you out, drying yourself off, and getting dressed.

"Could you take any longer!?" Eddie whisper shouted. "Taking your sweet time to get dressed!"

He forced the shirt over your head, even with your muffled protests. He attempted to pick you up, paused, waited for you to have pants on, then did it.

"You guys are ridiculous I'm not drunk anymore!" You complain.

"Even if you weren't, which I'm pretty sure you still are, I'm getting you to bed one way or another."

Eddie throws you on his mattress and you groan. Billy kicks off his boots, getting on one side, Eddie the other.

"Jesus man, it reeks of weed in here," Billy complained, lighting a cigarette.

"And your room reeks of cologne- I'm realizing as I say that one of those is worse than the other," Eddie retorts.

"I don't care... smells like you... smells safe. For both. For the record you don't smell like weed all the time Eddie," you mumble, eyelids heavy, fluttering.

"Get some sleep silly girl... we'll worry about Jonathan and everything tomorrow," Eddie said, holding your hand.

"Yeah. I'll kick his ass for you," Billy commented, pulling you into his chest.

Eddie pouted before realizing he could just lay on top of both of you. He moved, laying down, attempting not to squish you. Billy groaned.

"Mm boys! You're smothering me!" You whine, trying to push Eddie off. Eddie laughs, laying down besides you again. He holds you tight, hugging you and Billy.

"Alright alright I got the message Munson," Billy acted like he was annoyed.

You scream as you are grabbed by a dragon, Eret taken by the blonde girl's dragon.  You can't hear what she says, but you do see her drop him. Looking up you see... ah, a monstrous nightmare. Great, this is easy.

You hum softly, attempting to climb up, the dragon cooing softly as he looks down to you. You tilt your head, mask jingling as you do. You sigh, staying. It was no use. Where would you go? In that time, Eret already said he'd show them.

You had met Draggo once. He was terrifying... you remember hiding behind Eret as he threatened to brand you as well. You don't have Velita with you, too scared of what would happen.

A shape was seen in the distance... wings, and a roar that made you perk up.

"Dragon up ahead," called the boy riding the dragon who held you.

You squinted and smiled a bright smile. That silhouette was easy to know at this point, and the golden wire on her horns glinted in the sun. Twisting your arm, you fell from the dragon's talons, the wind blowing in your face, you let out three high pitched cries followed by a short whistle.

You could hear the commotion behind you, then diving after you, and the fear of the dragon coming closer. Just before you hit the ice, warm scales and the sunset coloration caught you.

You laugh triumphantly, letting out a celebratory cry.

'Oh my Velita... you are okay!'

You signed to you dragon, before taking her up with the rest. If Eret was staying, you'd stay with.

"You're the rider! The one from the stacks!" The boy on the zippleback called out.

You didn't know their names, not listening when they were there introducing themselves. You ignored them, clicking once, Velita taking you up, upside down over the group. The back of the group.  Then you dive down. You watched the others try to compete with you. They were good. Not as good as you, it was obvious they had been riding for less, but good.

You laughed, "Ayi!"

And Velita steadied out. You stood up, looking at the group, Velita soared higher, and you remained balanced.

"So is that your sister or something?" Astrid (Eret had been listening to their names, he knew them) asked to the man sitting behind her.

"Nope. Uh... long story short, she kept destroying our ships, we caught her, she helps us... buts she's... grown on me," he answers. "Loves that dragon more than life itself. She's been alone for some time according to her. And no, she will not take off the mask until she's comfortable, and you can ask her yourself for her name. She's very secretive."

"I'm surprised she got her dragon back that fast," Astrid comments.

"Dragon fought like hel to get to her... that other rider... I don't know what they did," Eret said, sighing. "She'll be a team player now."

You laugh, flying gracefully, spinning, doing tricks, almost as if showing off. You had sat back down and now went up to Eret.

'I got her back. All is well. Are we really going to Draggo?'

You sign the words quickly. He couldn't see the concern on your face, but he felt it. He nodded, a frown on his face.

'Ink after?'

"Ink never kid."

'Survived burning, dragon kidnapping one, trapper kidnapping, survived ice dragon, survived evil masked rider, survived dragon kidnapping two. Ink is for-'

"Oh Odin's eye, yes yes ink is for being a warrior I know what I said... maybe."

"How do you understand she didn't even say a word?" Astrid asks.

"I learned her signs."

"We had a friend-"

"Shut up."

Snotlout flew higher up, and scoffed the words out. He was trying to figure out this girl's game. Siding with trappers as a rider? Who did that?

He watched as Eret gave you a signal. You nodded and flew ahead. Snotlout decided to follow.

You flew ahead, above, circling. You noticed how the boy followed and scowled.

"Hey, so. You ride a nightmare... so do I. How are you so,,, agile? And fast?" He asks.

You shrug.

"Why the mask? Why the silence? We're all friends here-"

'You are so loud. Obnoxious. And an idiot.'

He looked taken aback. He understood your signs. It was probably nothing. Just the fact those hand signs were hers... and he guessed you must have learned it from people similar to... hers... your clothes the same as the ones she was found in.

He hears you make a soft coo then another noise, back down to being next to Astrid.

——

Brought the dragons and their riders, at no extra cost. That's what Eret said, so you stood by him. This was apart of the plan was it not?

Draggo stepped forward and you saw Eret grab his chest where his brand was. Draggo at first walked to the dragon who had kidnapped you off the ship. He was waking up.

You watched with fear as the man yelled, swinging his staff. The dragon lowering its head. He stepped on the snout and the protest of the riders could be heard.

"Hookfang!"

You snapped your eyes up. Was that the dragons name? That was so weird because he-

But then his eye traveled to yours who was standing beside you. You placed yourself protectively in front of her.

"A-ah sorry Draggo that one is uh... off limits... she's quite attached and I can't-"

You growled, holding your bow at the ready.

"Maybe she just needs... convincing."

And with that, some of his men grabbed you, dragging you to where the fireplace was. You struggled.

"Woah woah woah! Hey, hey, let's not make brash decisions, she's just-... it's one dragon, no need for all of that-" Eret tried to defend, knowing what he meant by that.

You struggled in fear, the fire feeling to close to your skin, the red hot brand in there already. You looked for an out anything anything at all!

He grabbed Eret, making him watch as his men took it from the flames. You kicked and shoved.

"There's hundreds of us! Islands full! And when they find out we are missing Hiccup is gonna-"

That caught Draggo's attention. This girl needed to shut up immediately. If she spilled her island would be in danger. More dragons in danger. You clicked once.

Eyes on me. Velita stared, looking between you and the other monstrous nightmare.

"Yeah Hiccup, future chief of Berk-"

You whipped your head around at that. Berk?! Hiccup?! You struggled even more, trying to get out, they knew the way home! They knew!

When Stormfly crashed in, saving Eret, Draggo finally turned his attention to you.

"That dragon... is it really worth your agony?" He asked, circling.

You squirmed, tears streaming down your face under the mask.

"Draggo please. Please, do what you want to me but leave the girl alone-" Eret pleaded. You had really grown on him, and he couldn't stand to see you get hurt like this.

Shallow breaths. The smell of hot iron, the crackle of the fire.

'You are a miserable excuse of a man. You threaten those of us who have something because you have nothing. Your power is thin. Held by a breaking string. Fear is no way to gain power.'

You sign furiously, though your arms are held back.

"What did she say?" Draggo asks out loud. When no one answers, he grabs Eret. "What did she say!"

He translates begrudgingly. Draggo laughs, throwing him aside. The riders are there. So familiar yet you can't place it. It's been... what? 5? 6? Years? Maybe more... since you saw the island you called home. Draggo places a finger under your mask and you thrash violently. No. No. No.

He stops.

"I don't have to see you... to know you're afraid," he grabs the brand, blowing on it, smoke coming off, and it glows red hot. "First... you'll feel nothing. Until you start to register the pain... then is when you scream."

"Draggo, please, I know I'm in no position to make demands but please not her. Not her, leave her alone-"

Eret was held by guards along with the others. A guard had taken your furs off, leaving you in his your traditional clothing, leaving your collarbone, shoulders, and most of your chest exposed.

"Look at her," Draggo pointed over at Velita.

You didn't want to, but you did. She was chained up, scared, eyes blown wide. You let out a soft call. I'm here.

"There's that loyalty..."

The brand is pressed down and you go deaf for a minute. Searing white hot pain flashes through you. You swear the world goes white, and you can't remember ever opening your mouth to scream, but you can hear it. Out of the corner of your eyes you see the group of people fight against the guards to get to you. The pain overwhelm your senses, and you pass out.

The brand is taken off, dunked into the bucket of water as you're thrown over to the group as Draggo leaves. You pant, writhing in pain. You could still feel the heat on your skin. It was visible. You hated wearing layers that covered you, being so used to the clothing from your culture... now you would have to. The mark of a dragon hunter... trapper whatever the hell he was... on you. Forever.

"Hey, hey, come back come back, there we go. Up you go," you heard a voice, spots danced in your vision, coming back to.

They all crowded around you, and your hand flew to your face. Hiding it. Your hands blindly searched for your mask, fingers frantically curling around one of the horns. Eret told everyone else to back off.

Sitting up, adjusting your mask, you took a shuddering breath. Hot. Pain, heat deep... There was no salve in your pocket, you didn't plan on getting kidnapped.

'Velita, where is she?'

"I-... other side. Right there. She's fine. She's okay," Hey comforted, nodding over.

'It's hot. I have no salve. It burns.'

The signs were made softly, even though the pain coursed like fire through your nerves.

"Oh what is it that she says about burns? Damn it I can't remember!" The girl twin groans.

They panic, and grab snow from the bars. Eret is too slow to stop them as the snow feels good at first. Sweet, numbing magic... and then it feels like every shard of ice pierces you. A sharp noise comes from you and the teens start apologizing immediately. You take a minute. A breath. You were stuck. There would be a way out soon, when you could think. But for right now, you needed to know their names.

'So... names since we are trapped?'

"We already did this whole thing-" one started to complain.

'Fine. You mentioned Hiccup. Berk. You know the way there?'

"Of course we do. It's our home why wouldn't we?" The blonde who had kidnapped Eret says.

... you wonder if you should answer. Then you see how they all look suspicious. You curl up.

'I got taken from there. When I was a kid. I know Hiccup. Or at least I did. Last I was there... we were in a war with dragons... and I got taken by one.'

There's a small gasp from the boy who rode the monstrous nightmare, and he stood from his corner.

"Snotlout there's plenty of other people who-"

You gasped, standing up. Your pain forgotten as you move forward, pointing at the boy.

'Your name. Snotlout. That is your name?'

"Yeah... what's yours?" He asks, fidgeting with a bracelet.

You recognize that. It was yours.

'Y/N.'

"It's... you. It's... you're not dead-... you're... here," he whispers. You nod, and he hugs you tightly, a sharp hiss leaving your mouth.

"Sorry! Sorry sorry! Sorry! Oh Thor I forgot the- yep. Yep okay-"

'So the rest... Astrid? Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Fishlegs... you guys... I've been with you guys the whole time?'

The other teens laugh, nodding, rushing over. Eret stands in the corner, arms crossed with a smile. You laughed, pulling your mask off.

“Holy shit! You’re like a badass warrior! You’re hot!” Ruff yelled, holding your face.

‘Yo-‘

You stopped for a moment. And took a deep breath.

“You’re hot too!”

You both screamed, laughing.

“She speaks!!”

“Not to ruin this happy reunion… but uh… how do you suppose we get out of here?” Eret asks, shaking the bars.

“…if they’re meant to keep dragons… who are under control… quick,” you say, tapping your bow against the floor. “Wooden floor… unmuzzled dragons… are these dragon proof bars?”

“Or we get out with the keys I grabbed from the idiot who was guarding us?” Eret hold up the key, jingling them in your face.

Turn, duck, pull in, dive down, strike, go up high where their nets can't reach, dive, strike.

You repeated the order in your head as you blasted through hunter ships, mask over your head concealing your identity.  Dodge left, right, go through the chains, tuck in and you look back for a second. A second is all it takes and-

A net caught on her wing, taking you down to the ship. She hit with a thud, and you gasped, falling off with a roll. Standing up you nocked your bow and arrow looking around as the dragon hunters close in on you.

"We've got an island girl here. Dragon rider," one sneers. They try to grab you and you waste no time in shooting an arrow through their arm. He yelps in pain, and his fellow hunters stand back a bit, helping him.

Velita is now restrained, muzzle and straps, and you are stuck without an out.

"Alright, alright... stand down trappers."

You turn to face the new voice, a tall man with black hair and tattoos on his chin. You kept the arrow nocked and pointed at him.

"Release her or suffer at the end of my arrows," you spat, one of the first times speaking to a person in years.

"You speak Norse?"

"Of course I do. Now let her go-"

"But you're dressed in this island garb you-"

"My island was burnt to the ground and I was rescued by a village. Let me go. Now."

You backed up, Velita growling under her muzzle. Fireproof, otherwise she'd have broken out already.

"You uh... ride?"

"Obviously. Or was me taking down two of your ships not enough confirmation?" The retort came out fast, your mask jingled when you moved.

He laughed, hands on his hips.

"Alright. Alright, let's... make a deal yes? But before we do, I am Eret, son of Eret. And you?"

"Y/N. You are lucky I speak to you," you hiss. The only reason you were speaking was to get Velita out of here. Safe.

"Alright, Y/N. Deal is, you are our eye in the sky. A dragon rider helping-" he starts.

"A dragon rider helping you capture dragons? That is what you want me to-" you call out, until you hear Velita growl a defeated growl, a hunter with a spear to her side. "Away."

"The way I see it, you help us, you keep her alive. Win win right?" Eret says, walking around you.

You look between Velita and him.

"Lovely scales she has... this coloring and pattern is rare. I'm sure he would pay highly for this-"

"Deal. I help you track and spot. I will not help capture and I will not kill. You kill in front of me, you have hell to pay. You keep your hands, weapons and traps off and away from my dragon."

"Now that... is what I like to hear."

You should have known better. You cannot look back. In this time you cannot rest. You never stop moving.

——

"We've been doing drills for hours! Can't we just rest for bit Hiccup?" Snotlout groans, leaning against Hookfang's horns.

"I hate to agree with him but... he's right. The dragons are exhausted. Just for a bit. We don't have to worry about the dragon eye anymore, why do you act like we're under attack again?" Fishlegs calls out.

Astrid nods, and Hiccup sighs letting them all land to rest.

Hookfang nuzzles against Snotlout. He pets his dragon's snout. Over the years, he had truly had created a bond with the dragon he once threatened and behind a door. But with Hookfang, he could search for you. Even if the others thought you were dead. But, he held out hope. He messed with your bracelet and the ring. The ring was on a chain around his neck.

Everyone is taking a well deserved rest, the twins falling asleep against Barf and Belch. It is close to sunset when the start heading back to Berk, flying through the golden sunset. They're almost home when they hear a yip from afar. Then another. Until a dragon comes into sight... and... a rider?

"Hiccup, rider up ahead," Astrid calls, steering Stormfly up next to Toothless.

"I see 'em. Fishlegs any idea...?" He calls back.

"Monstrous nightmare," Fishlegs says as Hiccup takes out his spyglass.

It sure was. The rider wore a mask over their face so he couldn't see any defining features.

"Alright... use its size against it. They weren't made for speed or agility, trap them by the rocks," Hiccups says.

"Why are we chasing them down? Oh hello stranger we want you to be our friend after going after you with a small armada!" Snotlout yells sarcastically.

"Oh for the love of Thor go!"

They begin to close in on the rider, cornering them to where they wanted them to go. They think the chase will end at the sea stacks, due to the size of the dragon. Hookfang can barely get through it going faster. He can go slower, but faster is begging for a crash landing into the ocean. The closer they get, the more details everyone sees. The dragon's coloring and the horns. The rider with clothes they couldn't quite make out.

But the rider hears them calling out, and all they hear is a click and down they barrel. Hiccup gives chase with Astrid, everyone else attempts to block them. Each turn there's a whistle, every move a click. They lose track of the rider when there's one loud yip, fire down to the calm seas, and a wall of steam coming up.

"Damn it!"

"I can't see!"

"That's my head Tuffnut!"

"No it's mine!"

"Son of a-"

"Where'd they go?"

Later, they sit in the great hall.

"I've never seen a monstrous nightmare fly like that. Fast, agile. They're not built for that, they're all strength!" Fishlegs exclaims, rereading the page in the book of dragons, making sure they're right.

"We even tried to replicate it with Hookfang... not even he could do it," Snotlout pouted, Hookfang huffing a plume of smoke. "But at least we know the rider was a girl."

Everyone turns to look at him.

"How do you guess that?"

"Did you not see what she was wearing. Island garb. And respectfully... I have eyes. I can see she has... um... whatever the point is: are you all blind!?"

"Well... I guess we should keep an eye out then. I'll make sure to tell the night watch to be careful," Astrid comments.

"And I'll tell my dad," Hiccup agreed.

———

"Why were you so far out?" You hear the voice of Eret behind you as you un-saddle Velita.

'None of your business. You want me to scout, I scout. If I can tell you where to avoid you and your crew benefit.'

You signed quickly. He sighed, leaning against a pillar. The man had slowly been learning your signs.

"I don't-... kid, why were you so far?"

'There's an island. Few miles west. Full of dragon riders. Stay away. Will chase. Will destroy.'

"...Okay. Cmon. Dinner then."

You followed the man. The island looked so familiar. But it couldn't be Berk. No way they rode dragons now... right? You didn't know your way back anyway.

Over the past few weeks since you had been forced to join the hunters, Eret had grown to become a big brother of sorts. If it wasn't for the fact he was trapping dragons, you wouldn't hate to say that.

'Your markings. Where did you get them? Why?'

He shrugged, "You get them for achieving great things."

'Then I should be full of ink by now.'

The man laughed, handing you furs.

"Maybe if you don't freeze to death first."

'I want.'

He sighs and looks away, almost like he's contemplating something. You had really grown on him the last few weeks. The little sister he never had.

"We can talk about it later. Right now, you need to circle once and fall back in," he says, nodding at Velita.

You sigh, nodding while gearing up. She makes a curious growl, and you shake your head, climbing up on her.

"Alright. Remember, circle once. Fall back in."

Up in the air, you circle over the fleet, seeing nothing. Once. Twice… bubbles? What was that about? You let out a small gasp. Two yips. You were alerting them something ahead. You moved forward.

“Fall back kid… we can deal with it from here!” Eret called.

You hesitated, but pulled down, landing, but staying on Velita.

‘Bubbles. Big ones. Not normal ice. Could be a Submaripper… It will tear your ships apart if we get caught in that whirlwind-‘

You signed frantically, until the ship creaked loudly. Yells were heard as the men got in positions. A loud splash sent water up into the air as something emerged, all horns and spikes, you gasped and it roared loudly, shaking the boats.

“Go up, eyes in the sky. Move now!” Eret ordered.

You click and Velita moves up, just as the water settles. A dragon… tidal class most likely… you two swoop in around it. It looked like the queen from years ago but bigger… white. Blue eyes. Spikes. What the hell was this thing?!

A dragon flew past you. A rider. Masked. A staff. They saw you and you grabbed your bow. They flew. At you, shaking the staff. Velita was disoriented. You try to get her to get back, but that dragon blows ice at the ships. The other rider takes the moment to attack. You quickly get to your senses, shooting an arrow. You don’t want to hurt them, but they will hurt you first… the dragon root arrows will send them both to a death… and you only had a few of those.

You stand on Velita’s back, letting out high pitched yips. Maybe they would back off. The ships were blasted in bright teal ice… unlike anything you’d seen before. The other rider took your moment of distraction to knock you off of your dragon.

You let out a sharp scream, falling.

——

You woke up, warm under furs. Getting up, Eret helps you. You look around still on the ship… still alive… still-

‘Where is my-‘

“I’m going to need you to not freak out… but she’s gone. That other rider they took all of our cargo… and yours… she fought back pretty hard,” Eret said, hand on your shoulder.

No. No no no no, not her. Not her not her not the one thing you had left. You got up, stumbling, running to the side of the ship, a pit in your stomach forming. One cry. A sharp, guttural cry into the cold wind. Then another until you screamed, gripping the side of the ship. A scream of anguish as tears filled your eyes. Loud, broken sobs as you clutched your chest.

“We’ll get her back no worries… calm down… deep breaths. Yeah. Cmon… let’s get your mask back on… and we’ll-“ Eret tried to comfort, giving you your mask.

“Dragon riders port side!”

At that you scowled, putting on your mask, readying your arrows. A night fury and a deadly nadder… you hadn’t seen one since you-… the riders who chased you. Perhaps they had been here last night, perhaps they had taken your best friend and half of your soul.

When the riders and dragons were on deck, trapped, Eret began his speech and you, for the first time since your capture, raised your voice after he finished.

“Do not act stupid. Your friend… ice breathing dragon… they stole her from me and they will have Hel to pay,” you saunter out from behind a pillar, bow drawn back. “Where is my dragon?”

The two stared. They looked familiar… but you brushed it off. Most Norse men and women started to blend together in your mind.

“You-… your dragon? You’re a rider?” The boy asked, looking incredulously at you.

“You… you’re the rider. From the sea stacks!” The girl said, pointing.

- Lo'ak feels out of place in the reef. Everyone stares at him like he is of another species. He bets not even Spider got as many looks. Enter you.

- You are Rotxo's sister. Beautiful. Stern. You remind him a lot of the trees back home. Strong, rooted deeply, but kind to him. A place he feels comfortable.

- You help the Sullys get adjusted, often weaving when they are flailing in the water.

"Ey, Y/N you are supposed to be helping! It's not fair!"

"Ao'nung, I am being productive. He is obviously hard headed. It will take a minute for him to adjust."

"I am not hard headed!"

"Lo'ak. A rock would split in two if you hit it."

- He doesn't like you at first. He thinks you're mean. You're just blunt. He likes Rotxo, but you are like... the thing he can't figure out.

- Even with that, he still gets upset seeing reef boys follow you and poke at you. He steps in to defend you.

“Lo’ak. The sentiment is there, but please. You helping will only result in a fight.”

“I-… I get that but I can’t let them talk to you like that.”

“Watch this.”

You turn to the group.

“Unless any one of you can weave or go out past the reef to get me the shells and scales I need, you are of no use to me. Now leave me be.”

When the boys stare for a minute you hiss at them, and they run off.

- “Your Ikran… they are beautiful.”

“Thanks… they’re kinda like… like the tulkun for us… only one rider their whole lives…”

“Can… you take me up?”

“You want to fly? With me?”

“Only if that’s allowed…”

- When he gets into the fight with the Metkayina boys, you find him sitting at the edge of the water.

"You bring war to my village. It is not appreciated. Eywa does not reward violence."

"Yeah, well your brother’s friends teasin' my sister isn't appreciated. Yet here I am."

"You provoke them."

"I breathe and they hate me. You tell me how I am supposed to win with that."

"...I just do not want all this conflict. You are not so different from me. See?"

- He watches as you sit next to him and grab his hand. You smile, the sun glinting in your eyes.

"What is the difference? You have more fingers than I? Or is it that you cannot swim?"

"I can swim just fine-"

"Hard headed. You must make peace. I promise Ao'nung is not all that bad... There is no difference between us. We are all connected by Eywa.”

- "If you keep fighting I will stop helping you."

Whether he didn't on purpose or not he won't tell, but he doesn't fight for three days straight.

- Then the incident of them going past the reef happens.

"Give me the strength I do not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son. Hsah!"

You walk over, wondering what was happening. Tsireya explains to you and you walk over.

"Excuse me, forgive me Neytiri... Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan you said you would make peace!"

"When did you learn my full name?!"

"...Neteyam."

- Later he is hiding away. You find him.

"...I am sorry. I shouldn't have... in front of everyone... I was worried… I know it was Ao’nung but I was concerned…."

"Worried? Yeah right. You, reef princess worried about the forest freak."

"Lo'ak... please."

You grab at his hand, he pulls away.

"Lo'ak... Lo'ak! Look at me. You are not a freak. Just because you are different-"

"Yeah. Different. Different is another word for-"

"Do you ever listen? Oel ngati kameie. I see you. You see things differently than I do. I know I am harsh but I care. I will speak with Ao'nung."

"Already did."

"Then all will be well."

- The next day, he sees all the kids around an area and goes over.

"Ao'nung. There is something you would like to say to Lo'ak?"

"Tch, no-"

He sees you hiss at the taller boy.

"Ao'nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan. Speak now."

...

"I am sorry..."

- Though you are not related to the boy (Ao’nung) in anyway, he is always shocked at your power, your presence. He wishes to have half of your confidence. You wish to have him. And he is taking too long to say something.

- "Lo'ak, a word please?"

"What did I do this time?"

"Nothing. That is the problem. You have done nothing."

"...But I completed all my duties in the village I do not understand-"

"Tch, skxwang... I like you. You do not have to like me back. But I do not like to wait."

He stares dumbfounded and when you give up and walk away he is QUICK to grab your arm and pull you back.

"I like you too."

- You support him with Payakan. Even if you fear what has been said, you trust his decisions.

- He does not say, he does. And that is very obvious with how he shows affection. He will help with your chores, he brings you things.

- When you try to teach him your dances he is resistant at first.

"I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"So you would rather make a fool of your woman instead?"

"Baby c'mon don't-"

- Sometimes he wonders if you're Ronal's daughter, but hiding it. But he knows better. You are gentle, kind, loving of all of Eywa's creatures even him. Not as much of a peacemaker as him, but definitely a peacemaker. You are your brother's sister.

- "Do not... hurt my sister. That is all I ask."

"I wouldn't dream of it. She's special."

"She... well you could say that. I would say more.... Ehhh stubborn."

- Lo'ak is determined to belong in the reef. He is determined to make you see that he can be here, he is worthy of being with you. Yet you already think that.

- After his brother's passing, he becomes more... clingy. Checking in on you, asking if you'd eaten... things that he normally wouldn't do.

"Lo'ak, I am not going to disappear..."

"I..."

- When he is defending Payakan, you follow after Jake and Lo'ak... you hear everything. He runs off and you are standing there, facing Jake Sully. Toruk Makto... and more terrifyingly, the father of your boyfriend.

"Y/N I-... I-"

"Forgive me if I am overstepping...He is trying. He wants to be enough. For you. It... it is not easy."

- When you find him... on that sand dune, the gun thrown to the side, you weep, holding him tight. You do not say anything until Kiri leaves.

"Stay... please stay here... do not leave me... I know it is selfish to speak in such a way... but you... have so much to look forward to... your future is bright... our future is bright. Lo'ak... I see you."

- He is constantly looking to you for approval. He does something and looks to you like 'did you see that? Did you see?'

- He protects. His sisters. His family, his friend, his home. You. He thinks he is a coward. You know he is brave. You are out in the middle of the ocean with the rest of the group, Ao'nung, Rotxo, and Tsireya. He had crossed oceans to find Payakan. To bring him back. Even if it meant being outcast. You admire this quality. He stands up for what he thinks is right.

- "One day you will realize I am not all that. And you will move on to mate with some Olo'keytan."

"Why would I do that when there is one in the making in front of me?"

- Blushes easily. Sometimes you just lay your head on his shoulder and he's turning purple.

- He doesn't do relationships. That's what he told himself before you.

- When he met you, he thought you were pretty. But no one had ever gotten to date you, you were definitely out of his league. Or so he thought. At least, at first being there when he was being… well not so great, you barely paid attention.

- But after the mall… after you being there and helping… and after everything… he tries. He’s really trying to change, and you notice. So, you two begin to see each other and hang out… that eventually turns into dating.

- He doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't want to say anything to you about his mom, he refuses to let you come home to meet his family. His dad. He almost refused to meet yours. Because that was serious. And he had never done serious.

- When he breaks and tells you everything, he expects you to laugh. To be grossed out by him showing his emotions, do the awkward face he’s come to expect when men and boys express something other than anger. He expects you to leave him. He sits, looking down and away from you... but you don't leave. You sit next to him, and tearfully tell him you're sorry. He tries not to cry.

- You know what, he does cry. Not in that moment but later when no one can see. And eventually he cries in front of you after a really hard day with his dad. He holds onto you, crying into your chest and at one point you hear him mumble that he misses his mom.

- Anxious attachment when he really does like you. He gets scared you're gonna leave at any second. Sees other guys as threats to his happiness. Steve especially. His jealousy stems from the fact he doesn't think he's good enough.

- Not often he fights with you, but that jealousy? Is the cause. Especially since you're friends with Steve. In this timeline of events, so is he, but that doesn’t stop the hot burning jealousy from spilling.

"Yeah I bet Steve is sooo great..."

"Billy cmon y'know I don't want him like that-"

"Sure you don't, that's what-"

"Billy. Y'know you're saying you can't trust me and that you believe I'm unfaithful?"

"I-...I don't mean-..."

- You tell him it’s weird Mrs. Wheeler wanted him too. He never saw it that way. And it makes him think… a little too hard.

“That’s fucking weird babe.”

“Not really… she was just… I dunno I wanted-“

“You are her eldest daughter’s age. She’s pushing 40, you were 17. You were a kid. She knew better.”

- When he gets mad you take his keys. It pisses him off even more, but you know he drives faster than normal when he’s mad.

“I’m not a child don’t take my shit!”

“You’re acting like one! I’m trying to help!”

“No you’re trying to piss me off!”

“I’m trying to keep you alive! I hate when you’re mad! You scare me! It scares me that you drive recklessly already and you do it twice as much when you’re mad and I can’t have another funeral!”

- That makes him pause. Someone would care. Someone would mourn his absence. Love isn’t supposed to be fights and violence.

- He brings you home. Finally. After months of being together. Not to meet his dad and stepmom, no straight to his room. You take in the posters, the organized chaos. The pictures on his desk. Some of Cali, some of his mom… and the strip of pictures from the mall you took in a photo booth. As you look around you realize his posters are of bands mostly, and the models… look like you?

- He notices and looks away.

“Billy-“

“Don’t.”

“But they-“

“Ah, what did I just say?”

“…did you do it on purpose?”

“…Maybe…”

And you know that means yes.

- Billy Hargrove is NOT a sex god. When he had hookups, he just went through the motions. There was no intimacy. Sometimes he left feeling emptier than before.

- Before you, he thought it was transactional. Someone wanted him because he was physically attractive, he got to get out for a bit. Then it was done, they would leave, and he’d take a long hot shower as if it could wash away the feeling of being just someone’s hookup. Of being dirty.

- Before you, he wouldn’t look anyone in the eyes when hooking up. He wouldn’t face them in fact. Because that made it more real.

- When you end the first date with a smile, and a kiss on his cheek saying something sweet he’s shocked.

“That was really fun. Your taste in music is great… I hope it’s not like a… one time thing?”

…

“What?”

“Like… I’d like to do this again… some other time… if you want.”

He can’t believe the night isn’t ending in hands grabbing, mouth kissing skin, hunger biting. It’s not what he expects.

“…I’d… like that too.”

- “Whatcha doing there princess?”

“Fixing your shirt.”

He watches you button it up, softly, gently. Not all the way. The top two button undone. He undoes the third.

“Billyyy-“

“Hey, my shirt my rules. Why’d you want me to look like a square?”

“Not a square just… it’s cold… don’t want you sick.”

It’s been a while since someone cared about that.

- The first time you reach to touch his face, he flinches and laughs. Acts like it’s because of basketball. You don’t believe it. And he hates it. He hates you can see through him.

- Sometimes you need to hear something you don’t want to hear. Sometimes you need to see what you don’t want to see. So after a few days of him picking stupid fights with you, pushing you away literally and figuratively you snap:

“You’re acting like your father.”

And that’s why hurts. You never bring up his dad to tear him down but in this instance he needed to hear it.

- He’s trying really hard to break the cycle. He’s trying to be better. And most days are good. But he has a few where he slips.

- He’s bad with words. He noticed your car was making a weird noise and fixed it, pumps your gas, helps you take your groceries inside, carries your bags in the mall. He does it because he needs to feel useful. Like if he is of use to you, you can’t get rid of him. You wouldn’t… but he… isn’t thinking like that.

- “She would’ve liked you…”

You hum, tracing the linework on his tattoo. “You think so Billy?”

“Yeah… she would’ve.”

- You give him a box. He looks at it suspiciously.

“You trying to kill me pretty girl?”

“Nooo just open it!”

Inside is a chain.

“I um… yours for your Saint Christopher necklace broke and… I know you care about it! I just wanted to-“

You don’t finish your sentence as he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, your lips.

“Thank you.”

He’s not used to people noticing things like that.

- He misses the beach. One of the last places with a happy memory. And you’re in fuckall Indiana. But you show him to a lake that has sand. Everyone in the Midwest calls them beaches. Even if you know it’s not.

“Now the water isn’t salty, and there’s no waves… or palm trees… or… anything that makes it a beach at all, I’m realizing the more I say the less it’s-“

Percy Jackson

- Percy could not care less about what you decide to while in. Anything could be real at this point, and if that is what bring you comfort and that is what you believe then who the hell cares? In all honesty, he is very nonchalant about it.

- "Hey so... uhm...please remember you love me and I love you...don't get mad..."

"What happened Percy?"

"...I accidentally out out the candles and I didn't mean to I was just I wasn't careful I'm sorry-"

"...I will go relight. And you will apologize."

"Yes ma'am."

- Asks a million questions when he's bored. He's just curious. You could be mid quest, finally a moment to rest and he's like

"Are your spirits pissed off at the gods putting you in danger?"

"Percy a moment of silence please..."

"Okay... but you'll answer later?"

"Yes my love."

- Why do the ancestors vibe so hard with him? You have no idea. But they love him, they ask when he's coming back, they aren't even mad he is accident prone and has put out their candles. Others could come close and they're like GET THEM AWAY but Percy moonwalks over to you as a joke with a plate of food and they're all like HOORAY

- When you veil he's like "ohhh Annabeth's cousin, Magnus, has a friend, Sam, who uses a head scarf, is this like that or am I being stupid and ignorant?"

"Not my love. Good observation, but different reasons. And she, depending on how strict her family is, most likely wears them all the time whereas I only use them occasionally."

"Ohhh cool. Anyway, now that I mention that, I'm hungry."

"How does talking about hijabs and veils make you hungry?"

"Good questions...

- Obviously defends you from people who call you weird or anything else for practicing. Your spirits and deities actually talk to you and help you.

"Our parents literally turn people to goldfish for looking at their statues wrong, there is nothing wrong with what she practices. I'll get you-"

Luke Castellan

- Luke is... not weirded out he's just like why would you worship gods who hate you??? He genuinely gets like... weirded out at first, especially when you were in the Hermes cabin at first before you were claimed asking where you could set up an altar.

- When you explain it isn't Greek gods, he's like oh. Okay. And then asks if they actually listen.

"But do they listen to you...?"

"Mhm... a lot. They help... they tell me things."

This was before he was dating you. But after, he still thinks it's great your power doesn't come from Olympus.

- Yeah he's a little freaked out (because he's convinced that if he's too close, your spirits will expose him) sometimes, but he REFUSES to let anyone disrespect you. Anyone who does is getting that best swordsman in camp special

- He loves watching you veil. Loves watching you in front of the mirror placing these fabrics and tucking your hair into them.

"Luke... would you... please come here...?"

He sits.

"I am worried about you. You've been quiet. Distant. I feel it... what is wrong my love?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. Need more pins sweetheart?"

"... The spirits say you are hiding something. My deity says you conceal a lot. I am just worried. Do not... do not think you cannot talk to me about it... please."

"...alright. I-... maybe later."

- He literally runs when you chase him around, because he REFUSES to do that egg cleanse you WILL find out secrets and he can't handle that. He loves that your spirits and deities do not ask much to reveal the truth but he HATES it too because that means finding out what he's planning.

- When he tells you, and you accept to join him... he's eager to see just how strong your connections are. He will never force you to do anything... ever. But the amount of times your spirits and deities have listened to you compared to all the unanswered prayers to the gods on Olympus solidifies his belief that he is doing something right.

Leo Valdez

- Now he was raised Catholic as most Hispanic/latinos are. And he looks at what you're doing and almost immediately goes "BRUJA!" (Witch) because his abuela told him about "evils santeras who would curse him"

- when you give him the deadpan stare, and tilt your head? He's calms down a bit... you explain... he's fine.

"You're not gonna break up with me cuz of that right?"

"No Leo."

"I'm really sorry I overreacted..."

"It's okay Leo."

"I feel like it's not..."

"Leo-"

- Goes with you to your shop to get stuff. He often forgets he isn't going to be crucified for not understanding and not knowing what's going on in your spiritual world. He actually then learns that a lot of the superstitions his grandmother had, were basically a part of 'brujería' or 'Santeria' and now he's just like confused.

"Why-"

"Colonialism."

- Always there to light your candles when you can't find a lighter. Is he liked by the spirits...? Uh... kinda! They like him for you, he makes you laugh he makes you smile. But, he also has a lot to learn about respecting them as well.

- I think he forgets he knows Spanish sometimes because you'll be doing your prayer or something, and he's like... why can I understand-...oh. He sometimes will ask your altar stupid questions. And he can feel the difference.

- Brings gifts he made for you. Then gets worried it's not good enough to put in the altar.

"But what if the don't like it?!"

"It will be fine. I will just move it...

Octavian

- He… is confused. A little upset. Because he doesn’t understand devine power coming from somewhere else other than the Roman way. He’s not an idiot, he understands there’s different religions, but it it more so the fact he has absolutely no idea how to help or how to do anything.

- He gives you candles and tilts his head like ‘is this what you need?’ And watches carefully as you put them on the altar. He’s very happy when he sees it lit later. Same with setting aside a space in his augury space for your altar. He likes seeing what you do.

- He HATES when you veil. Not because he hates veiling, he doesn’t care, it’s the fact he cannot read your energy when you have it one, which means it is serving its purpose, but he is energy sensitive and uses that to typically understand how you feel. He’s like freaking out.

“…Are you… alright…? Octavian you’ve been staring into space for the last five minutes…”

“No. No I am not alright you hate me.”

“When did I say that?”

“When you put that on you KNOW I can’t tell what you’re thinking.”

“Maybe use social cues-“

“We both know that is not working with either of us-“

- He might be a bit mean to you, because he loves you, but he refuses to let other people be mean to you. If someone else says or does something, he’s quick to defend you. One time a kid kept touching your stuff even after he told them to stop… and… the kid broke something. Yeah their teddy bear went missing later. Only because you refused to let him send the kid in a quest.

- Likes that he can sit and do augury and you can sit and do your thing at the same time. He doesn’t mind sharing the space just because it is with you. No one else is allowed in the space.

- He’s curious about what the differences are, and often asks when you aren’t practicing. He also knows it is exhausting so when you curl up next to him, falling asleep on his shoulder, he sighs, a blush on his face as he continues.

Steve Harrington

- Rich parents, Midwest, he was raised Christian. Like, church every Sunday youth group once, got sent to Bible camp one year and then his parents became C&E Christians and he was like "are you so serious right now???"

- Sees the candles and immediately is like "oh fire hazard I should turn these off!"

"I sense I've messed up somehow...."

"STEVEN HARRINGTON!!"

- After some learning, in which he is very patient and kind with you, he understands. Doesn't ask questions. You do you. If it makes you feel safe and protected? Thats fine.

- When the gang comes to your house seeking refuge from whatever the hell is happening in Hawkins this time, the kids touch your stuff and mess with the altar. Not to be mean, just curious.

"Guys, hey! Hey cut it out, don't touch that-"

After wrangling his six children, sitting them down on your bed and explaining, maybe Mike makes a comment like "well that's kinda dumb... they probably don't even exist why would you believe in that..." (he doesn't mean to be hurtful, he's a kid who genuinely doesn't understand)

"Micheal, you play DnD, your friends get abducted by weird monster creatures, your girlfriend has super powers and we were being hunted by demogorgons. You don't get to decide what is and isn't believable weight now."

- When you give him a crystal he genuinely keeps it in his pocket everyday. He doesn't care if anyone else thinks it's stupid, he loves that it's a piece of you.

- "Where's your hair?"

"...under the veil/wrap...?"

"Oh... cool what is that for?"

Eddie Munson

-Anyone else remember he's Catholic?

-He is like... intrigued but also kind of scared. Your room smells like church candles and incense. The Catholic Church was so judgmental of him the last time he had been to service, he kind of freaked out a bit.

- Respects you 100% and your religion. When you explain what it is, he's like "ohhhh Catholicism"

*bonk*

"No. Bad. If is a closed practice with its roots in slavery and the native peoples. Then the Spanish imposed Catholicism creating this."

"Yes, understood, got it."

- Goes with you to your little metaphysical shop, asks lots of questions. Especially when you wrap or veil your hair.

"Why are you putting your hair up like that...? Won't it like... frizz up?"

"It's for protection. Hair carries memories and energy..."

"I see... veil me up."

- Is genuinely interested and wants to learn more, even if the candle smell takes him back to the pews of a church he felt pushed out of.

- He asks if you'd go with him, and you of course say yes. Respecting religion and accepting goes both ways. Hold his hand while you're there, reminding him it's okay.

- He lays his head on your shoulder while you practice.

Billy Hargrove

- Does he think it's weird? Yes. Is he lowkey scared? Also yes.

- "So you light candles... leave offerings... do all this witch shit...? And you believe in it?"

"You are wearing a pendant of St. Christopher. You're Catholic. Do you really want to go down that road with me Billy?"

"...Maybe."

- Gives in rather quickly. He just wanted to tease you, not turn into a school boy getting lectured for being an idiot. But hey, he's gonna learn one way or another.

- He learns there are differences between your practices and Catholicism, but that they are pretty similar. He will sometimes bring you some candles or something like "just saw you were low... I dunno."

- "Your house needs to be cleansed Billy."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"It reeks of evil... feels icky."

"..."

"It's your father. Quick, get my palo santo."

- "Sit still!"

"The egg is cold and you have my hair up in a wrap that's probably messing it up I'm not-"

"You agreed to this! You agreed!"

"I'm regretting my agreeance!"

*a few moments later*

"Why the hell is it green..."

"I told you. The negative energy!"

"Huh... so now what?"

- "You ever wanna like... do a spell to keep us together forever?"

"Well I could. But I won't. And sometimes you say things about my altar that piss me off."

"Baby I'm sorry-"

"I know I know I'm joking.... Maybe-"

Jonathan Byers

- Using my Midwest background, I can tell you he was most likely raised Christian when Lonnie was in the picture. However, he doesn't really believe in it anymore.

- Lowkey thinks you just have these things on the desk because you like the way they look. However, he will not touch anything especially the expensive rum bottle on your desk. He's a little... concerned because neither of you drink.

"Uhm... Y/N I-...how did you get that bottle? You're not even 21...?"

"Oh? That? Steve and his fake. It's not to drink it's for my deity!"

- He lowkey is like oh... she might be going crazy like mom when Will got taken. Like... uh oh.

"Jonathan Byers..."

Oh he's in so much trouble.

- When he learns more he's helpful, doesn't really care as much. After Cali, he asks you questions like: "do you think your deity would smoke weed if they-"

"My ancestors used plants and psychedelics to reach them. I'm sure they would."

- Gets little trinkets similar to those on your altar and gives them to you to give to your deity. He's actually super happy when he sees them on the altar, because it means she accepts the gifts and him.

- He hands you Bobby pins while you veil up. He just likes being super helpful. He also loves taking pictures of you working your magic and is always surprised when spots of light come out in the film. He gets upset thinking it's just dust on his lens but it's not.

Ao'nung

- At first he teases you. He had teased you at the beginning, watching you set up all of the candles in the specialized housing for you. It is for you to be able to breathe while you stay with the Metkayina. (And the Sullys)

- He lowkey puts the candles out to tease you and mess with you but when you start crying(you're sensitive you can't help it) he's quick to apologize. You kick him out and he's outside pouting.

- Will bring you shells and carved bones for your altar. He doesn't really understand and just does it because you seem happy when you do it. He also loves seeing how you scamper to the altar to show off what he brought.

- If he has Eywa, why should you not be allowed to pray and believe in something? He defends anyone who may say something to you or about you, standing by the door of your home like he is protecting treasure.

- When he hears someone say "she is so... strange. She does not even worship Eywa... putting candles up does nothing-" he is quick to defend.

"Then you know nothing. Nothing at all. If we can have Eywa and she does her best to understand our connection to Eywa why can't you understand her connection to her spirits? Skxwang.."

- He feels awkward in your home, taking breaths of his air with a mask like the Sully kids as he stands awkwardly watching you practice. He doesn't have to understand it to know it is special to you.

Lo'ak

- Lo'ak knows that... well there's other things that the sky people believe, and you've been stuck on Pandora since you were a baby so yeah, he knows you do something else, he's just never asked until you end up with the Sullys on Awa'atlu and you and Spider share one small space to keep you alive he sees and hears.

- At first, he's totally chill. He doesn't care. But then he gets curious. And curiosity isn't a bad thing. But it is when he asks questions during the wrong times. When you're giving offerings, during your prayer times, during a moment when your emotions are running high, during tarot readings, and once even when you are doing a dance.

- He reaches to touch something on your altar once. Just once.

"Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan do not touch anything on my altar because I promise you do not want to find out what happens when I am disrespected."

The light shines perfectly of the pendant of your main deity, almost as if reminding him of your devine protection.

"I-I'm sorry i- Eywa... you're kinda hot when you're mad... b-but I'm sorry!"

- He is... very much used to worship/prayer to Eywa being much louder, much more present. While Santeria is different and has louder more lively moments, he is often shocked by the contrast between your ways of working with your deities and his.

- They say metal poisons the heart. So when other Na'vi comment about your home being metal or things being metal and saying negative things about you and your practice, he reminds them REAL quick he is his father's son.

"Don't fuckin' talk about her like that. She only touches metal because she has to, and plus she worships her deities like we do, with respect for them and her ancestors. Have you even seen her altar? It has a ton of natural stuff from here. You don't seem to mind-"

"Lo'ak... please. That's enough. You are battling ignorance. Never a good idea."

- He now sits next to you when you're at your altar, writing down questions for after you're done.

Neteyam

- Neteyam is... respectful. Just quiet acceptance. He has known of your practice for years and has never once pried. He is just now more curious about why you do it. He knows you can never connect to Eywa, not like he can, so he knows at least you find the same safety and comfort as he does.

- He does not ask a lot of questions. He is more of someone who observes and understands. Hes quick with understanding what you are doing. One day, he asks:

"... Yawne, do you think... your spirits know Eywa?"

"I hope... I mean... maybe? That would be something I can ask."

- He sits besides you while you do your rituals, quietly observing, eventually falling asleep on you as you put on his mask occasionally, quietly. When he wakes up he notices you are putting his mask up to his face.

"Mmm... you do not have to do that... I will be fine longer than... mmm... yawne, just... you fuss over me too much..."

"And you do not fuss enough."

- Obviously defends you when anyone says anything stupid. He flicks Spider's forehead when he complains about living with you because of "the freaky witch shit", and slightly smacks the back of Lo'ak's head when he says something similar.

"Would you laugh at Eywa? Speak the same way of her? Then do not speak that way of her own spirits."

- Always makes sure you are included in the spiritual things the Na'vi do. And tries to make his family understand, which isn't an issue for Neytiri. She's so happy she has someone who is spiritual, even if it isn't Eywa, you have strong conviction in your spirits and faith. And she welcomes you with open arms. (Literally the only sky person she likes. Only because you are like... tolerable, and at first did not want to come with the Sully's because you wanted them to not have to worry about you.

Rotxo

- He's... confused. Like not confused but he's like if not Eywa, then who is it you speak to? Not in a mean way, he's genuinely curious.

- More like Neteyam in the sense of observing. He always brings you carved shells and different things to decorate your altar. One time you mumbled about how you were almost out of a certain crystal. Then you didn't see him for almost a full day. When he came back he handed you a small pouch.

"I-I know it is not the same as your planet's crystals...but... but um... it looked similar... I even asked Ronal what it's purpose was and um it's the same purpose for which you use yours and-"

"Oh Rotxo! This is so wonderful oh thank you thank you thank you!"

- He asks soft questions, non intrusive questions. He doesn't care that you do something different, more so he wants to understand.

- While he will not get physical in defending you, he is the peacemaker, he will try to get them to understand your point of view. You understand Eywa, he will try to get them to understand it is not so different. He redirects them. Once, Tuk tries to touch and he very gently redirects, not wanting her to fell bad.

- He doesn't really like being inside the space you are practicing in. He doesn't let others in either. Not because he's like ahhh scary but because he doesn't want to interrupt.

"It is not for me... or you to watch... I dunno it seems disrespectful to the spirits..."

"Rotxo... bro you are... so down bad..."

"Sh-shut up... and if I am Lo'ak? What of it?"

- Helps make sure your hair is correctly put under your veils. No one really bats an eye at your veiling seeing at the Na'vi veil for multiple occasions. He makes sure it is on correctly.

- Why yes he does sit down while you try different styles of veiling... and he's the model.

"Ah, Y/N am I as beautiful as you wearing this?"

"Do not flirt silly..."