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Summary: Ed’s been struggling with becoming the Riddler after all the troubles it brought him. His suit lie tucked away but never forgotten. He itched to wear it again but was afraid of being consumed by the mania. That was until a gift from Oswald gave him some much needed control.
Word count: 13,862
Tags: Established Relationship, Supportive Oswald, Internal Conflict, Introspection, Memories, Reflection, Dom/sub, Post Oswald’s Return From The Dead, Oswald Is No Longer Mayor, Masks, Comfort, Metaphors, Headspace, Fluff and Smut, Referenced Past Childhood Abuse, Non-Penetrative Sex, Oswald Is The Softest Dom, Literal perfection, Love and Support, Honestly It’s Everything Ed Needs
“Where are you going?” Hiccup
asked, grabbing her hand as she walked past. It had been hectic the last few
hours: the volcano, Dagur, Shattermaster, the Hunters… but thankfully,
everything had been resolved, and now… everyone was taking the time to unwind,
to relax. Now that everything was taken care of. And Astrid had seen very
little of Hiccup during all of it. He’d been going non stop.
“Heather’s hut… mine got a bit
damaged during… well, everything.” Astrid smiled and leaned forward to give his
cheek a light kiss, then hurrying past, Hiccup’s hand sliding out of hers as he
grinned dazedly after her. “Go and get some rest!” She called behind her.
Upon arriving at her friend’s hut,
Astrid took care and gave the door a harsh rap with her knuckles, not waiting for
a response before ducking inside. It was the routine she and Heather had used
back when they’d shared Astrid’s hut, where they’d give one quick knock to
alert the person inside that they were coming in instead of waiting for a
response every time.
Heather was unpacking a satchel,
seeing as how she hadn’t been at the Edge for some time. She smiled when she
saw Astrid, eyes sparkling with a light that Astrid hadn’t seen since…
…since they’d had that conversation
in the woods. And on the Hunters ship.
should tell her… Astrid thought with a little smile. Unless- unless she
already knew. Maybe the gang had told her about that… kiss by the volcano…. No,
that couldn’t be, they’d all been together ever since and there wasn’t any
possible way they could’ve told Heather without Astrid hearing.
“Why are you here?” Heather asked,
tossing the now empty saddlebag in a corner. She walked towards the bed and
small dresser, slowly beginning to take off her armor.
“Hut’s a little banged up- have a
huge hole in the roof that’ll take hours to repair. So I was wondering if I could
bunk out here?”
Heather nodded, “Oh, yeah sure! No
Astrid grinned and moved inwards
towards the bed, tossing her clean clothes on the covers while she too pulled
off her armor, starting with the spiked skirt.
“So, any progress?” Heather asked
casually, turning as she pulled off her gauntlets.
“…Progress… progress on what?” Astrid asked shyly, smiling to herself
and biting her lip to keep from just bursting out the news. She wanted to toy
with this a bit, sort of as pay back for all the times Heather had hounded her
about Hiccup in the past.
“Don’t play sly, Astrid. You know
exactly what I’m talking about.”
“You mean… you mean Hiccup?”
Astrid gave a little jump when a
hand rested on her shoulder, spinning her about so she was facing a very stern
but playful looking Heather. “No. Snotlout.”
“Of course I mean Hiccup!” Heather exclaimed
in frustration, stepping back and hurriedly flinging her medal plated armor
skirt into the dresser.
“Oh! Well… what do you mean… progress?”
Heather gave a firm glare, which
Astrid easily laughed off. This was way too satisfying. Yet… it was getting difficult
to hide what she so desperately wished to tell. How she wanted to burst the
news, how she wanted to talk about it- the feelings, the excitement… she didn’t
want to keep it secret anymore.
“You’re doing it again.” Heather
said in a sing-song voice.
“Doing what?” Astrid snapped her
head in her friend’s direction, eyeing her in confusion.
“You dazed off.” Heather pushed the
last shield guard off her shoulder before flopping on the bed, pushing herself
up onto her elbows. “You keep doing it lately. And I’ve been noticing some
things… you two are holding hands more often for one- and you two seem very very jumpy. As in…” she cleared her
throat, “When Snotlout was asking what was wrong? You two just instantly
shouted back- and…”
Astrid blushed slightly, fingering
her shoulder guards in her hands as she stared at them, not wanting to meet
“So? Did something happen? Did you
“No… nothing like that.”
Heather sat up, craning her head so
she was staring up into Astrid’s face. “So..? What’s the deal?”
Astrid bit her lip harder, but the
smile was spreading across her face anyways. There was no stopping it. Or how
light and happy she felt, or how… how she just couldn’t keep the secret.
“Remember I was telling you about
what happened… about two weeks ago?”
Heather was grinning, eyes wide as
she nodded. “Yes..?”
Astrid gently set her shoulder
guards on the bed, pretending to brush away flicks of dust from them while
doing so. “Um… well, some… things
sorta happened while I was blind.”
Heather’s eyes widened even more,
her face blanking as she nodded absently. “Yes?” She squeaked.
“Um… like, Hiccup and I went to
look for Stormfly, and… I-I tried to run off in the direction I thought she’d
gone, and I… I tripped…”
Heather just stared, silently
urging her on.
“Hiccup caught me- kinda. He fell
on top of me, but he still kept me from hitting the ground, but it was rather
awkward, even if I couldn’t see what was going on… I could feel the tension.”
Astrid looked at her friend,
smirking when she saw the dazedly happy look on her face. She continued on. “A
bit later… after this and that and Stormfly not listening to me- I told you
about what happened. Um, Hiccup talked sense into my thick-headed skull. But…
he, towards the end… I could feel him leaning forward.”
If Heather’s eyes or mouth grew any
larger, her face would break. Astrid silently laughed to herself before letting
the silence last long and anxious, Heather shifting in anticipation.
“That’s when the Triple Stryke
showed up.” Heather’s face fell. “But… after everything that happened, later
that evening once I could- well, see
again. We were sitting out on the stable’s landing pad, just watching the
“So romantic.” Heather breathed, before urging her on with a little
gesture of her hand.
“Um… we just- admitted some stuff.
Then we sorta… um…” She coughed nervously, then gathering up all her bearings
to just try and stay calm, she turned and sat beside Heather, staring at her seriously.
Heather squealed and tapped her
fisted hands together against her chest, rocking back and forth in her joy. “OH
THOR, ASTRID!” she exclaimed, and that’s when Astrid lost it. She too burst
into a most un-Astridy set of giggles, finding herself unable to contain her
“I’VE WAITED SO LONG-!” Heather
wrapped her arms about the girl, giving her a hard squeeze. “Do the others
know?” Heather asked rapidly, pushing Astrid away. “And what’s happened since?
It’s been almost two weeks after all- there has to be more to this and- does
Stoick know? I bet he went bonkers when he found out and-“ Her eyes returned to
their saucer size and she swiveled her head back to face Astrid’s direction. “How
many times have you two kissed?” She asked cautiously.
Astrid blushed, finding the flush
travel up to her ears and down her neck. “Um… let’s see.” She gulped. “F-five
times now? Maybe more? And- I mean we’ve tried
to kiss more…” She huffed. “But people just don’t seem to understand the
meaning of privacy around here.”
Heather also gave a snort of
annoyance. “I’ll have to have another talk with those idiots…” She muttered
under her breath, Astrid quirking an eyebrow in suspicion.
“But… but, Astrid! This is amazing!”
Heather hugged her again, “You’re official then?”
“Yes.” Astrid replied undoubtfully,
her smile widening.
Heather laughed, “Guess you have a
thing for those “unassuming, heroic, dragon rider types”- huh?”
Astrid’s blush deepened, but shook
her head in response. “No… just one. And his name just happens to be Hiccup
Haddock, and I love him for much more than just being a heroic dragon rider.”
“Took you long enough to realize.” Heather
this is so late, but I had a dentist appointment this morning, which took up
almost my entire day. But I finally finished this, and here ya go! ;) I hope for
tomorrows drabble to be up sooner.
But for Cath, being a fan is her life—and she’s really good at it. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s what got them through their mother leaving. Reading. Rereading. Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere.
Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. She doesn’t want to.
Now that they’re going to college, Wren has told Cath she doesn’t want to be roommates. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. She’s got a surly roommate with a charming, always-around boyfriend, a fiction-writing professor who thinks fan fiction is the end of the civilized world, a handsome classmate who only wants to talk about words… And she can’t stop worrying about her dad, who’s loving and fragile and has never really been alone.
For Cath, the question is: Can she do this? Can she make it without Wren holding her hand? Is she ready to start living her own life? Writing her own stories?
And does she even want to move on if it means leaving Simon Snow behind?
I’m doing a back-review for this book today because I’m trying pretty hard to get caught up with all of my book-blogging stuff while I’m at home and today is my day off so!
I bought this book in mid-September 2015 while I was living in Bristol for a while with my then-boyfriend. I read it in ebook form although I later managed to get myself a signed paperback version when I went to see Rainbow Rowell and Leigh Bardugo in London. Anyway, I had been extremely ill over the summer and was teetering/starting to slide down the slope of a nervous breakdown that September- I just didn’t know it at the time. I was frightened of everything and was finding it difficult to distract myself. Then I bought Fangirl and I curled up with it while I had the flat to myself every day for a few days. It was eye-opening.
I loved the story from the very beginning. It had the right amount of fluffiness and also poignancy and a fair bit of comedy. It was exactly the kind of book I like to read in the early autumn/back-to-school season. It was also fairly hard-hitting, in that it dealt with abandonment, issues around identity (particularly as a twin), anxiety (particularly social anxiety), and starting college. I was fond of the book in this regard because I would love to see more YA/NA take up the stories of young people beginning/or finding their way through university and the trials and tribulations of leaving your childhood behind, or finding some way to synthesize it into your adult experience.
“I would love to see more YA/NA take up the stories of young people beginning/or finding their way through university and the trials and tribulations of leaving your childhood behind, or finding some way to synthesize it into your adult experience.”
It also dealt a lot with questions of art, what it means to be a writer, what can be considered as art- and it took a long hard look at these issues through a feminist lens- evaluating the role fanfiction has played and still has to play in the education of young female writers, and the extent to which sometimes men (or just other collaborators) will be happy to take credit for the work of young women. Rowell is a talented writer with a wry eye for comic self-reflection, and this is what makes this book so readable and comic. Her intertextual dialogue with the Harry Potter books and the many thousands of fanfictions they spawned (and later, with her own creation Carry On) is a complicated and complex endeavor that is perhaps too easily over-simplified by this book being marked as part of the YA genre. It’s honestly a book worth your time.
When I finally finished Fangirl I didn’t have an epiphany about where I was at in my life, but I had slowly absorbed a new way of thinking about my situation. I had empathised so much with Cath and her struggles felt authentic to me, and the fact I could empathise so strongly and remember skipping dinner for the first three or four days of university because I was worried I wouldn’t know where to sit/put my tray/would accidentally do something wrong planted a seed of re-evaluation that eventually culminated in a recognition and acceptance that maybe I was scared too, and that maybe I was feeling an abandonment that had happened emotionally, even if it wasn’t to occur physically for another two months.
Falling in love with your best friend wasn’t a thing you thought would
ever happen to you. But, boom, there it was. Being in love with the person you
shared a flat with wasn’t exactly recommendable. Normally, you and Lin would
stick together like an oreo but now you started to shut yourself out and Lin
started to wonder if he did something wrong.
Lins confusion reached it’s peak when you came home from work, took off
your shoes and immediately, without an hello, went to your room.
“(Y/N)? What’s up with you
lately?” he asked, knocking on your door.
“Nothing I’m fine.” You responded muffled, due to your head being buried
in a pillow.
“Oh come on I can tell that something is up. You can tell
me. I just wanna make you feel alright.”
You jerked the door open and now faced Lin.
“Listen, Lin, I tried my best to not feel anything for
you. Guess what? I failed. And I don’t wanna ruin our fiendship and you’re way
too good for me and I-“ You were pulled into a kiss by Lin. It was sonft and
sweet and you didn’t want to stop at all. But when the two of you parted, Lin
drew you in for a hug and rested his head on yours.